Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 22: First Time

Her heart hammered thunderously in her chest, thumping with each passing second. She could not concentrate with the myriads of sensations she was feeling at the moment and she was beyond certain that she wanted him, even more than she could admit.

"Yes." Her voice was an airy whisper as she answered.

"Yes what?" He urged her to say the words as his lips danced all over her skin leaving traces everywhere they trailed. "Tell me what you want, Celine." He said her name with an incredibly seductive tone, she arched her back, leaning into his kisses more.

"I...want you again, Tristan...I want you to make love to me again."

He didn’t know what was happening to him, every part of her stimulated him, her soft lips, her warm body, even the way his name rolled out of her mouth. It was crazy, the feelings were crazy, he wanted to control it, tame it and have himself turn his back away and leave the minute he got his satisfaction but she was like an addictive drug that he didn’t want to quit.

He took every minute, every second exploring, teasing, and bringing her to multiple levels of ecstasy, gaining as much himself but he didn’t have enough... everytime she uttered his name, everytime he looked into her crystalline ocean eyes something inside him would snap, singeing him like fire and he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He wanted more...more and even more...

He kissed his way down to her parted legs, taking pleasure in tasting her...he still wanted more. He feared that after tonight, he was never going to be himself again, she had captivated him, enthralled him...no ruined him into wanting her so desperately and even having her multiple times seemed like it wasn’t enough, it made him suddenly feel a strange vulnerability and being vulnerable wasn’t something he had ever allowed himself feel before and he never wanted to feel that way again.

Hours passed by, every part of Celine felt spent. She never knew her body could experience pleasure so many times in a row, never knew what it felt like to be worshipped by a man’s touch. The constant pleasure and hours of reaching repeated levels over levels of pleasure finally came to an end when she had reached complete exhaustion, she didn’t even realize when she was lulled into a very deep sleep.

The next time she opened her eyes, her whole body was encased in such intense warmth that made her feel safe, she was cradled possessively in his arms. The room was filled with the fragrance of lovemaking, but more so his scent which she breathed in. She glanced down at his large arm which wound around her waist, thick veins lined the length of his arm along with bulging muscles. She caressed his arm fleetingly before moving her body to flip around so she could face him.

When she turned, her face was so close to his that their noses were almost touching, she moved her head back slightly to study the contours of his face.

Every feature of his was incredibly beautiful, his features were sharp as if they’d been carved by cold and ice, his nose was straight and his lips...a warm flutter gathered in her lower belly as the sight of his lips reminded her of his kisses and how she had felt his mouth travel literally all over her body, he had even...

She blushed now as she recalled how her legs had trembled when she felt his mouth...there.

’So this is how it feels.’ She thought to herself.

She’d had friends who talked about the delights of lovemaking, but never did she imagine it felt like this. She was certain this was something she would never forget.

It felt like Tristan had taken her on an adventure in the span of a single night. A small smile rose the corners of her lips as she stared at his sleeping face, she felt like she could continue to stare at him like this and never get tired.

She moved ever so slightly and came closer, pressing her lips softly to his own before pulling back. She stared at his face for a few seconds more before she crawled out of his arms being careful not to wake him and got off the bed then tiptoed into the bathroom to clean herself.

The man laying on the bed slowly opened his eyes, a sharp hazel gaze moved to settle on the bathroom door where the sound of flowing water could be heard, his gaze returned to the bed where she had been laying next to him just a while ago, a desolate look surfaced in his sharp eyes. That look felt a lot like loss, loneliness as he stared hard at the spot she had been sleeping in as if mentally wishing she would appear next to him again.

He never laid with the women he slept with, never held them to his chest, never hugged them to sleep, never woke up every few minutes just to confirm if they were still in his arms, never wanted to hold onto them again or wish he could get to have a night like this again every single day of his life... expect with her.

He moved to get up from the bed but paused when his eyes fell on the small red patch on the plain white sheets and his handsome brows furrowed together.

"She was a virgin." He muttered to himself.

He had felt it when he entered her and it had taken him by surprise.

He should have known with how innocent she looked, with how genuinely inexperienced she was even in kissing. He remembered her saying she wanted to spend the first night with him, but at the time he thought it meant the night that was supposed to be her wedding night, so it was this.

"She gave me her first time." The realization sinking in now, brought a strange feeling to his chest. She had trusted him enough to give her very innocence to him.

Something tightened in his chest and he closed his eyes to suppress that feeling. When he opened them next, his eyes looked towards the floor to ceiling windows. The moon had descended now and the sky was glimmering with a light pinkish hue that signified the sun was about to rise which meant the night was over.

They had promised each other, just one night, a single night that etched itself stubbornly into his chest and he couldn’t loosen it no matter how hard he was trying, their single night had come to an end now.

A strange feeling began to bubble in his chest, along with that came a tight frustration.

He hated this...hated the fact that he felt like he couldn’t quit her, hated the fact that she was awakening all these strange emotions inside him that he had never felt before.

She was a beautiful flower he had uncovered, something like an unrealistic dream, and to her he was Tristan, just Tristan, but by the break of dawn he would have to become Tristan Grayson again, a man who wouldn’t give in to any weakness, especially weakness from all these emotions, so he would have to forget everything that happened on this night.

It would be better if the night was to remain a dream from this moment onwards, something that had never happened and would never happen again, there was no room in his life for such lousy emotions.

His eyes turned cold, regaining their iciness, completely banishing any trace of feelings that had been presented just a moment before this.