His memories

The kiss was devouring that Liliana didn't flinch when Tristan ran his big hands on her bare skin. She clung to his neck so tight as if he'd pull out but he didn't.

The kiss didn't affect just Liliana to the core, it affected Tristan more, that he let out his memories to her, he didn't care anymore, she was cooperating with him and wasn't leaning back or refusing his treatment. He'd wanted this, he had waited for this day to come. To kiss her wild and make her his completely.

But why were his memories releasing through the kiss, no matter how deep he kissed any woman. Being bewitched never took place, he never even felt his body reacting the way it was now just by kissing Liliana.

They went out of breath and pulled out of the kiss at the same time. Tristan was panting heavily as his gaze drifted from her lips to her eyes.

"Tristan, I saw a vision," Liliana couldn't speak out because she was still catching her breath as she circled his neck and he, wrapped her back with his hands underneath her shirt.

Liliana felt his hand on her bare skin which caused her to shiver and tremble before him. He didn't know why he felt this tired, Tristan stared at her eyes as if searching for something and then his eyes went back to her lips and he kissed her again.

Tristan withdrew his lips and kissed her again, he licked her lips and ran his hands down to her belly. Liliana let out that moan that told him he was hitting the jackpot.

Liliana asked herself, what was wrong with her? She was giving Tristan the chance to take her away. Whenever she makes up her mind to tell him to stop, she gets hushed by the sensation of delight that shuddered through her. He kissed her neck as he took his hands upward to her breast.

Liliana was moaning softly giving him the chance to do what he wanted but when she sensed his hand going to her breast, she recalled when he saw her dressing earlier. 'i'm hungry but no for food,' those words rang in her head.

This was why she was hesitant to drink with him. They were a man and a woman, something like this was meant to happen and wouldn't if they were siblings. She was enjoying the treatment and the sweet feeling but she wasn't ready to give up her innocence. Just when he kissed her lips. "Tristan," she whispered against his lips and released his neck and gripped her clothes.

It was damn hard to let those feelings end and vanish away into thin air. It was a feeling worth it. A feeling that made it seem she wasn't on Earth anymore. A feeling that made her want more than just kisses and touches and moans.

She wanted all that he could offer but sometimes what we want isn't good for us, maybe because it isn't the right time or because it's dangerous to us. Liliana could feel that it wasn't the right time to take all that they felt to the next level.

Tristan was quick to recover but was so disappointed. He didn't lean back because he was. . .tired. Being tired was bizarre because he was supernatural. Why was he tired?

Wait. . .his memories, he shared his memories! He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand from her body. "I guess I've reached the limit," he uttered with his eyes piercing into her soul as their gazes locked. "I don't want to stop you know but I respect your decision no matter how desperate I am." Tristan told her after she nodded to his guess.

Liliana felt the chilling sensation scanning through her and her heart felt ticklish all of a sudden. He respects her decision? She had seen how naughty Tristan was, with the ladies he brought home sometimes, he seemed to be a man who just do what he wanted without the other's opinion but turned out she thought wrong about him.

While she was still in shock at what he blurted out, he fell asleep on her body and jeez! He was so heavy. Liliana lifted her arm and beat his back. "Tristan," she grunted. How could she even breathe with this heavy man on her?

"Tristan! Wake up," she tried again and this time, he growled against her neck causing her eyes to widen. "Tristan," she called in a whisper sounding like a question. When she received not a reply. "Tristan!" She pushed him with force and when she succeeded in pushing him off, he pulled her close.

The next moment, she was on top of him in his room and on his bed. What in the world?! She tried to pull out of his tight enfold. "Tristan!" She called again.

Instead of releasing her, he made a space for her on his bed and hugged her so tight. "Alright, alright. Let me breathe please," she said against his chest. Her breath tickled him and he loosen the enfold a little.

Liliana was able to view his face. He was sleeping but was still acting weird. "Tristan are you asleep?" She asked. "I told you not to let us drink together but. . ."

"You called me back Liliana, I didn't force you. You agreed to it."

Liliana stared at his lips she tasted minutes ago. "You are drunk," she mentioned.

"I know, just stay here with me for tonight. It's lonely to sleep on the bed alone," he said with closed eyes and creased face as if trying to get a memory out of his head.

Liliana sighed and lowered her gaze before looking up at him again to see his eyes opened and was staring right at her. "Stop staring," she told him.

"Why?"

"I don't know, you are. . .making. . .my heart. . .weak" she made the tone of 'weak' low.

Tristan smiled. "I'm glad," he confessed.

"Okay, I'll stay here tonight," she committed.

Tristan offered a wide smile before burying her in his body again.

Liliana could smell his natural masculine scent but still, she hadn't figured out what he smelled like.

As she closed her eyes resting in his arms she recalled the vision she saw. She saw events about the orphanage, more about things Tristan had viewed. What shocked her more was the explosion that happened. Liliana glanced at Tristan. Guess he knew about that, that was why he said the kid died because of him. But how were the explosion and the two people in black connected to him?

Was it Tristan that ordered them to bomb the orphanage? Liliana was confused. Tristan wasn't nice and she was still on the verge of trusting him. He'd attempted to kill her once so the possibility of him being behind the explosion was high.

Suddenly, she felt disgusted that she kissed him earlier and was now in his arms. She tried to pull out but he tightened his hold.

"Trust me, Liliana, I didn't do it. He did," he uttered.

Liliana was stunned. Is he perhaps dreaming of her now? "Tristan," she whispered his name but he made no movement or utter a word. She tried to pull out but he didn't hold her back.

What was she supposed to think now? Who did it? Was he connected to the person that killed those children?

But why would they have those children killed? Why was it because of him? So many questions shuddered through her head that she might end up having a headache.

For now, she'd just do her best to get to know Tristan and the type of man he was before judging him completely because he claimed to not be the one behind the explosion.