Chapter 40 After Seth's house
Celine’s POV
He was there, standing by the door, and if not for the candle light still burning to reveal him, I wouldn't have believed he was the one.
He came to meet me?
“You left,” he said.
I got off the bed, unsure if I was supposed to walk to him, or remain on the bed. Something as simple as this was suddenly confusing for me.
“You left,” he said again. “And no one, not even the gammas saw you and Lila snicking out.”
I met him at the door. “I… It was for a stroll. Just a night walk.”
“A night walk that took all the hours of the night.”
“Just a few hours.” My gaze swept around us. “This is still night right? And I'm already here.”
“This is morning.”
This conversation should have been more intense. I didn't feel like he was trying to figure out a judgement for Lila and I. It was like a chit chat, no pressure attached. I was at ease.
For some reason I didn't even know, I let a smile form in my lips. “Believe me.”
“It's okay.”
Just like that? What about the tantrums?
His eyes were on me. Perhaps he was waiting for me to say something else. He expected me to start a conversation with him? Conversation about what?
Maybe he wanted me to start an apology for the fact I asked him to leave this room. Yes, that was most likely, but I didn't know how to start it. Maybe start with “Tristan I'm sorry for refusing you…”
Crazy.
Refusing would mean much more than asking him to leave. He didn't make any attempt to touch me, did he?
“The last hour you came,” I started.
“What about that?”
“I’m sorry I acted that—”
“Shhh.” His index finger touched my lips.
He took another step inside. Now this was escalating into something else. Something else, I would call it like I didn't have a name for it. Yet he took another step. His hand touched the knob.
Please don't close it.
“Leave the damage of a few hours ago to itself,” he said.
“Okay?”
He did nothing else, just holding the knob, standing on the same spot. His eyes hadn't left me. But I could feel it. I meant his scent. It was starting to fill my nostrils. This insane scent of rust… even rode didn't smell so intense as this, but his was everything, as though the grasses took the scent from him.
I stepped back from him. Not again.
“But I'm curious,” he said. “Is it about the darkness?”
I shook my head, then I nodded just after.
“I see.”
He stepped closer, his hand no longer on the door. The door rolled slowly till it closed. Thank goodness the candle still burned.
Yet another step closer, and I could feel his breath.
My mind wanted him to step back. Or I should step back from him, but I didn't. My mind and body were against each other.
Then, why he still hadn't said another word. My hands left my sides to touch his elbows.
“You're taking bold step. I didn't intend that.” He smirked.
Then please leave, and stop this temptation.
But my hands didn't leave him. His face straightened.
I felt wet down there. My panties were soaked. So much outpour of fluid for just a tiny moment. My body had never responded that way, except at this crazy moment.
“I could actually leave,” he said without a smile.
He wouldn't stop being a mystery.
His fingers touched my neck. My whole body stiffened. His lips came closer. He kissed the spot his fingers touched. I didn't realize I shut my eyes, but I did.
“You're using your body against me,” he said. “You're seducing me.”
“What?”
“Look what you're making me do.” His fingers started to walk down to my boobs.
“That… that isn't true.”
“You've gotten me to act this far.” His both hands knead my boobs.
He wasn't giving me any free space to defend myself from this accusation. I should be speaking against what he was saying, but the moan I was suppressing was making me not to. My body had responded to fingers—Colt’s fingers—but his was different. I couldn't place why it was.
He wasn't trying too hard. Just his presence had led us to this.
“Stop.” I used a full intake of breath to say that, pressing my hands against his chest.
“But it's already dripping on the floor.”
“What?”
That was when I felt the warm fluid that had flowed down my thighs, and ended on my feet, to the floor. More of it was still pouring out.
If I went on with this, regret would flood me after.
I needed rescue. This could have been a perfect moment for my parents’ death to haunt me, but it didn't seem it was. It had gone a slight break, leaving me alone with Tristan.
“You're sure you want me to stop?” He asked, but against waiting for me to provide an answer, he pulled my gown enough to expose my bra.
I wasn't even trying hard to make him stop. Curiosity. I was curious about how the next feeling would be. Like sparks of fireworks burst open in the night sky.
“Yes… no.”
He took my bra off. But my night dress was still on. Halfway at least.
Then his tongue touched my nipples. While he sucked, he made sure I stepped back until my legs touched the bed frame.
“Please help me stop.”
But he wouldn't.
It wasn't my will. But if he did stop, I would have a chance to resist him.
I craved this pleasure. I needed every bit of it, but the after feeling that would come with it was dreadful. It would be worse than the last time, especially at this time, the darkness was all over him.
The candle burned out. Damn.
He let go of me. “Still want me to stop?”
But the dark room wouldn't let me.
“No, don't. Not anymore.”
The crazy feelings could come after.