"What the hell Tristan!!! Do you really think you can just waltz in here and expect me to welcome you with open arms after you died right in front of me six years ago, and now by some sort of miracle you are alive and.... well I don't know....you just forgot to tell me about it huh!!! tell me...what about that Tristan...but wait, if that's not enough you tried to kill me tonight, yesterday and two months ago!!!" Mila raised her voice with every sentence she shouts at Tristan. "Tell me why I shouldn't take out my gun right now and kill you because heavens know how much I missed you." she said almost whispering but Tristan heard her.
Well one, because you love me....and two because I have your gun and....wait? what did you just say? You want to kill me because you missed me? I don't understand Tristan said looking down at her through his jet-black hair that cascades, partially obscuring his eyes that amplifies his captivating magnetism.
Lost in his deep brown eyes Mila notices his well-defined facial features that she missed so much. Her eyes glide over his chiseled jawline and cheekbones that give his face that sculped and masculine quality and then she looked up to his perfectly arched eyebrows that frame his eyes and add just that small element of subtle seduction and then her eyes glide down to his lips that is slightly full and inviting a hint of a playful smile. Without her realizing she sticks her tongue out and run it slowly over her lips showing her desire to kiss him.
"Like what you see Angel?" Tristan said with a smoldering gaze that dances with mischief.
"Huh? what? ooo..uhm ,I don't understand either, actually I don't understand anything happening in my life right now, I think I need to find my fairy godmother to ask her what in the name of all that is holy is going on right now" Mila said shaking her head and she pushed Tristan of her and walked to the fridge, she open the door and took out a bottle of wine and held it up to him, "you want?"
"Yes, I do, but do you have another bottle because that one is not going to be enough", Tristan took the bottle out of her hand and walk towards the balcony.
Standing on the balcony facing the building opposite them, Tristan turned his head to look over his shoulder at Mila standing behind him sipping the wine in her glass. "So, tell me Mila did you really came back to Singapore for me?"
No, Tristan I did not, remember you were dead, you died right in front of my eyes, I just.... never mind.
He turned around and looked her straight in the eyes, "finish that thought Mila!"
Mila looked down and in a soft voice she replied. "I...I... came back to be near you.... or near your.... grave.... and live in the same place that you had." Again, Mila burst into tears.
"Ssshhhh....don't cry my love I'm back and I'm never going to leave again...I will never leave you again Mila, you understand that?" Tristan embraced her with so much love and possessiveness like he never wants to let go of her, and gave her a kiss on her forehead and whisper, "I missed you so much..."
Mila looked up in his brown eyes and whisper, you have no idea how much I missed you Tristan, it hurts so much....
I know Mila, since that faithful day there wasn't a day that went by that I wasn't thinking about you and fighting to get back to you. When I heard that you got engaged to that Italian it hit me hard and I thought you forgot all about me, I went crazy, and I just wanted to kill that Italian for having his dirty claws all over you.
Don't, its over Tristan, Alfonso broke the engagement and Alex beat him up bad so don't go there, Mila stood on her toes, and she brushed her lips against his, he didn't kiss her back and Mila paused for a moment and look back up to him...what's wrong Tristan?
I don't know if I could let go of you, if I take you now Mila.
"So don't...." She whispers
Tristan hands went around Mila's waist, and she slide her arms around his neck, he started to kiss her slowly she opens for him, and he enter immediately their tongues swirling against each other fighting for dominance, his hands in her hair tugging and pressing into her, their hands roaming everywhere. Tristan struggle to get Mila's shirt off he got irritated and tore it in half, she felt the freezing air on her breast as she was only left with jeans on.
"I think we should move inside." She said.
Tristan's hands went around her butt lifting her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, they were so hungry for each other they couldn't make it to the bedroom and Tristan drop Mila on the table in the dining room and continue to kiss her, his mouth moving to her neck and then down to her breasts, giving attention to the other one with his hand pinching her hard nipple while his tongue is swirling and rolling as he suck deep with the other one. His mouth moving back up to hers kissing more wildly. Tristan pulls her off the table so that she's standing in front of him, and he pulls down her pants, he kneels in front of her and looks up to her while she looks down and smile. He picks up her left leg and put it over his shoulder.
"I can't wait to taste you Angel...."
Tristan's lips touch the inside of her thigh he paused for a second and closed he's eyes, "you have no idea how much I've missed this my Angel, but I'm about to bury my face between your legs, you ready for that?". Tristan whisper and kiss her thigh higher up.
Mila shiver, "Mmmm....I am," she whispers breathing out heavily.
Mila's head fell back as she moaned grabbing a handful of his hair as his mouth latched her throbbing clit between his rolling lips.
Mila feels her orgasm building and pull Tristan's head harder towards her.
He draws her near, embracing her body tightly. Sensing her arousal, he delicately slips one of his fingers inside her, the corner of his lips lift as his triumphant smile shows every sense of mischief in his secret accomplishment in discovering her enticing wetness. The pulsating grip of her inner walls signals the imminent ecstasy she craves, just as she approaches the peak of her orgasm bliss, he abruptly halts his movements. "Breath Mila" he whispers passionately, denying her release for the moment "Savor this exquisite pleasure before surrendering to it completely." Tristan stands up to kiss her again, Mila could taste herself on him and it was driving her crazy. Tristan pressed himself against her and she took off his shirt, she said "off now" Tristan didn't hesitate and removed his pants as quick as he can, he lifts her butt and put her back on the table. Standing between her legs spreading her legs wide he pulls her closer to him, he positions his tip at her entrance and hesitate.
"I am so ready for you Tristan, please don't stop now...."
That was all he needed to hear, he enters slowly and gently pushing while looking deeply into her blue eyes.
Mila cried out in pain and Tristan bend down and he kiss her to distract her from the pain, he pulls halfway out and with one hard thrust he enters again and bury himself fully inside her.
"Aaaahhhhh... so deep.... she cried out again in between the wild kisses.
"You're so tight Mila" Tristan moan while he moved slowly and sensually in and out.
Feeling the pain mixed with pleasure and loving the feeling Mila grab Tristan's butt and squeezed it to encourage him to go harder and faster. Grinding his hips against Mila and then thrusting harder and faster, she could feel him growing harder inside her and that was all she needs to take her to the top. Slapping against her sliding in and out so fast now pounding with everything he has, Mila screamed Tristan's name while having another orgasm and he couldn't hold it either anymore and he explode inside her thrusting and grinding until he filled her with all of his warm liquid.
Out of breath and collapsing on the table next to her he kissed her on her cheek, they just lay there next to each other in silence holding each other.
Tristan could hear Mila's breathing becoming slow and he whisper," I love you Angel", but she was already asleep, he closed his eyes and fell asleep next to her on the table.
{NEXT MORNING}
"Well, what do we have here!!!"
Both Mila and Tristan were abruptly awakened, their senses jolted as they found themselves face to face with the presence of a gun, The swift turn of events left them no time to process their surroundings or make sense of the situation.
"Not again", Mila sigh feeling the weight of repetitive moments like this weighing on her, "I've had enough of this to last me a lifetime, can we just take a little break please?"