Dying Wish

Chapter 11 Beautiful Day

This chapter has strong sexual content
Please do not read if you are not 18 or older

They stumbled into the dark house, lips locked in a fiery kiss, each touch sparking a cascade of heat between them. Leona pulled back just enough to gasp for breath, her chest rising and falling as Tristan's lips trailed along her jaw, her skin humming under his touch.

When the light flickered on, his gaze held hers, intense and unrelenting, before he guided her gently but firmly toward the bedroom. Each step was deliberate, his breath shallow with anticipation, hers unsteady with something more-a mixture of longing and fear.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice low, his concern wrapped in desire. Her hesitation flashed briefly in her eyes, but then she smiled-soft and warm, reassuring. She reached for him, pulling him into a kiss that was as tender as it was hungry.

In the bedroom, Tristan eased her down onto the bed, his movements careful, reverent. As his hands slid over her skin, peeling away her clothes one piece at a time, he paused to admire her, his eyes drinking in every curve, every delicate inch of her body. She was stunning-breathless, alive, a work of art that left him in awe.

His lips returned to hers, urgent and deep, before trailing down her neck, his kisses slow, deliberate. He paused at her collarbone, savoring her taste, the hitch in her breath, before letting his kisses wander further-shoulders, arms, and back again.

When he leaned back to strip off his shirt and pants, the heat between them swelled. His bare skin glistened under the dim light, the muscles in his chest and arms taut with desire. Leona's eyes roamed over him, her heart racing.

"Make me feel alive," she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with vulnerability.

Tristan's gaze softened, and he dipped down to kiss her again, this time slower, more deliberate. His mouth traveled from her lips to her neck, lower still to her stomach, until he reached the core of her, worshipping her body with every kiss, every touch. He drew out her pleasure, leaving her gasping his name, her body trembling beneath his.

But Leona wasn't content to let him stay in control. With a sudden surge of strength and desire, she flipped the dynamic, her smaller frame taking charge. Tristan was startled-but captivated-by the shift, the fire in her eyes igniting something primal in him.

Their movements became a dance-intimate, raw, electric. In those moments, nothing else existed. For Tristan, it was unlike anything he'd felt before. For Leona, it wasn't just about passion-it was about feeling alive, about forgetting, if only for a while, the weight of her reality.

And together, they found something unspoken yet undeniable, a connection that went beyond the physical-a fleeting, fragile sense of belonging.

The next morning, the first rays of light barely peeking through the blinds, Leona woke up with a quiet sense of clarity. It was a new day, one where she had made a decision-to live without hesitation, even if just for tonight. Last night, with Tristan, she had surrendered to the heat between them, the pull of something she hadn't allowed herself to want in a long time.

She reached for her phone and, with a deep breath, sent a text to Marcus: " I'm ok....don't worry". With that she sighed.

She turned her attention back to Tristan, who lay next to her, still asleep, his body a steady presence beside hers that she embraced because she felt so tired. The night had been a blur of passion, raw and unfiltered, as if they were trying to make every moment count.

In the midst of it, she had pulled back for a moment, her voice trembling as she whispered, "I want to go slow." She didn't know why, but she needed to feel him without rushing, to savor the sensation of being wanted and desired. And he had given her exactly that-something tender, but fierce in its own right. She kissed him like it was her last night, every touch an echo of her vulnerability, her desire, and the silent fear she carried deep inside.