He nodded as well, smiling gently. "Then let me say this," he murmured. "I love you."
I stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing how to react as his lips found mine again.
But the moment we made contact, I felt like a spell was broken as he pushed me gently onto the sofa and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his lips against mine as he began moving them against my mouth with such intensity that I felt like he was claiming my mouth as his own.
I felt my arms wrap around his neck as I returned his kiss with the same intensity as his own, and when we finally broke apart, my heart was pounding furiously in my chest.
"Thank you," I muttered softly as I reached up and touched the side of his face, as if to make sure that he was real and not a figment of my imagination.
He smiled and brushed the hair that had fallen in front of my face aside before leaning down and pressing a light kiss on my forehead before pulling back.
No no! That can't be it! I don't want you to stop! Please...!
As if sensing my thoughts, he took hold of my hand and placed it against his lips as he stared into my eyes and smiled brightly. "It's okay; let's not forget why we are here."
He gave me an affectionate smile before whispering, "Are you ready?"
I nodded, feeling butterflies in my stomach.
He smiled before turning towards the door and motioning for me to follow him. "Come," he said simply as he walked towards the door. "Let's go somewhere private, like my bedroom."
As soon as we were close to the room, Tristan placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me sweetly before removing his hands and taking a step back.
He looked at me intently and nodded before reaching behind him and opening the door, waiting for me to pass through first.
I smiled nervously at the fact that I could see a bit of excitement in his eyes before I walked through the doorway. But as soon as I entered the room and took a moment to look around, my heart began beating faster and faster with anticipation.
This room was decorated in shades of purple and black, reminding me of a dark night filled with stars.
The curtains had been closed, and the only light source in the room was a small candle that stood on the corner of a dressing table next to the bed. And sitting on top of the dressing table was a silver chalice that appeared to be filled with wine.
As I approached it, I could feel my breath quicken as my heart began beating faster again. And as soon as I reached the table and picked up the cup of wine, I could hear Tristan's footsteps behind me as he placed his hands on my waist and leaned down to kiss me.
The chalice was still in my hands when we broke apart, and when I looked up into Tristan's eyes, he was gazing intently at me, waiting for me to take the cup from my hands.
I gulped nervously before lifting it towards his lips and tilting it so he could drink from it. He took a small sip before he took hold of my cheeks and kissed me again. His kiss was tender and loving as it moved slowly down to my neck before he gently pushed me onto the bed.
He followed me, climbing onto the bed and straddling me before kissing me again as our bodies pressed against each other.
His hands reached up and gently cradled the sides of my face as he moved his kisses down from my forehead to my cheekbone before gently pressing kisses against my lips once again.
I closed my eyes and sighed softly as his lips gently moved against mine, almost like a dance. His tongue began moving against mine, and the tingling sensation traveled from my lips to my chest and downward as he began moving his kisses down my neck.
As soon as he reached the top of my dress, he removed it quickly before his lips once again moved to my skin, kissing it gently before moving lower, kissing each of the bangles on my arms before finally moving towards my breasts.
My body arched and shook with anticipation as his kisses trailed down my body before his lips finally found the nipple between them. As soon as his tongue started to lick and tease it, I felt the tingling sensation between my legs grow stronger than ever before.
And then suddenly, Tristan stopped what he was doing and pulled back to look at me for a moment before giving me a serious look.
What was he doing? Why stop now?!