Chapter 75

—Ellie—

When Tristan and I returned to our bedroom that night, I risked another glance at my phone, and my shoulders slumped. No messages.

Tristan came up behind me, his hands on my waist, his lips hot on my throat. “Do you regret leaving the Family?”

I leaned back against him. His chest was bare and he’d removed most of the bandages despite Damian’s protests.

“No. Isabella and Samuel will be happier here.”

He bit down on my throat gently. “And you?”

I turned in his hold and kissed him. “I think I’ll be happy too.”

Tristan pulled my dress over my head before he backed me up toward the bed, and we both fell down. We kissed for a long time until I was desperate and hot. He moved down my body and removed my panties then stretched out between my legs. His lips and tongue pushed me over the edge within a couple of minutes, then he climbed back up, his body covering mine, his weight braced on his forearms.

His eyes held mine when he slammed into me, claim