Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 193: The End?

As she gazed up to look at him, he lowered his head to seal her lips. The kiss sensually drawled, tasting, whispering a soft tune over her own, before diving in deeper, the taste of her in the warmth of the shower was unbearably arousing.

Her arms snaked over his shoulders, wrapping around his head, she stood on the tip of her toes to match his height, deepening the kiss, both aggressively fighting for control, mouths devoured against the other.

The water draped over them both like two bodies interweaved into one, while passion and heated desire took control.

His hands reached over for the soap, raising it, it dripped over her skin. As his hands moved on her skin, a sighing sound left her lips, his hands brushed over her mounds in a slippery motion due to the soap in a temptingly teasing way, slurring the soap all over her body. The feel of his hands smoothly slipping on her skin due to the soap had heat pool around her core intensely. She never knew the effects the warm water with the slippery soap and his hands could have such a burning effect on her body.

His hand skillfully found the parts of her body that would easily set her aflame, he had touched, explored, and discovered her weakest points, teasing, bringing a burning need inside of her, but she was left lagging behind, avidly making him burn and hungry for every inch of her.

It was an unbearably addictive form of passion that could lead either to boundless ecstasy, or longing despair when one was eventually left without the other. In the span of a single night, they had both discovered a level of passion and desire they both didn’t know existed.

Their breaths were heavy, mingling with the heat of the shower. Like a weightless doll, Tristan lifted her up, legs wound around him.

He entered her fluidly, showing her a different kind of pleasure. In the span of this single night, he had made love to her multiple times, each time different from the last, each time more pleasurable than the last, and this time... It was epic.

Both were sent to another shivering wave of boundless pleasure under the flowing water of the shower, whose steam filled the glasses.

She was breathing deeply, heavily against him, and so was he, this was the height of passion.

"I’ve imagined having you here with me... So many times." He murmured against her shoulder, "Imagined having you like this... God Celine, there’s so many things I want to do to you... So many things I want to show you..." He drew her face closer, his breath mingling with her own.

She slowly cupped his face, looking deeply into his eyes, a numb ache clenched her throat, she knew they couldn’t have this, these stolen moments were a single breath out of the reality that was soon to hit, and she could see it in his eyes. He wanted her, but he thought he had to let her go, she didn’t want to force him into changing his mind to be with her, she wanted him to realize it on his own, she wanted him to realize that she meant as much to him as he did to her.

"We still have time..." She whispered softly, the sound even softer for his own ears with the sound of the flowing water, "Show me..."

He tilted his head, hands grabbing her face, he sealed her lips deeply, desperately, hotly, like a rumbling flame in a dry forest.

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Her eyes looked extremely exhausted, however, she struggled to remain awake in his arms. He laid behind her on the bed, his arms wound around her body, her back to his chest, with the sheets over their bodies.

They both stared out the open doors of the terrace, the cool wind blowing in softly, both gaining warmth from each other, silently enjoying the other’s company.

A small smile drew her lips as she recalled the incredibly toe-curling experience in the shower with him, an ache suddenly spread in her chest when she recalled this would be the end of it.

Even more so when she caught sight of the small orangish hint in the far horizon from the terrace, the night was coming to an end.

She turned herself around to face him while he looked at her.

"You weren’t asleep?" She asked softly.

"I wasn’t." His eyes held gentle warmth as he looked down at her.

She touched his face, her eyes roaming over his face, he could see the painful reluctance in her eyes. A piercing ache surfaced in his chest, more than anything he wanted to hold her in his arms and shower upon her eternal promises to keep her with him until his breath would end. He wanted to tear up the divorce documents into tiny pieces and selfishly keep her for himself.

She was the first and only woman for whom he was more than willing to keep a lifetime of commitment, he didn’t even realize when his strong principles began to break all because of her.

He had never truly believed in love or marriages, people fawned over unrealistic emotions that didn’t exist, he used to think. But the depth of the emotions she had awakened inside him was completely unexpected, unexpected but heartwarming, blissful, and at the same time painful and heartbreaking.

He knew his heart would be crippled after this night, he would lose her forever, but he would rather that than subject her to a life of pain with him, a life of unhappiness. Just like his father, he wouldn’t be able to completely keep her happy. He had absolute faith in her feelings for him, she had shown him how much he meant to her, but he wasn’t that trusting of himself, he didn’t trust himself that he wouldn’t make her cry in the future, that he wouldn’t hurt or disappoint her in the future. And the depth of her love for him frightened him as well. He wanted the absolute best for her, he wanted her to live a life of boundless joy and happiness, though he wanted to be the one to give that to her, he didn’t trust himself enough to be able to do that.

Tristan drew her face closer, gently placing his forehead against her own, he shut his eyes to swallow down the painful lump in his throat.

He felt a drop of wetness on his hand, he knew she was crying.

She sniffed, then slowly parted her lips to say silently, "I love you."

Her voice was whispering soft, but he’d heard it clearly, the words echoing in his ears, a tight pain gripped his chest. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, suddenly sealing her lips with a kiss again to silence the next words she would say.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, dampening the sheets.

Was this really the end for both of them?