Chapter 47: She Will Never Marry You

Layla couldn't quite recall what happened next. All she remembered was Tristan kissing her passionately as they entered the elevator. And then, as soon as they reached the ground floor, he swept her into the car. Before she even had a moment to breathe, he had her wrapped in his arms again, the small space buzzing with intimacy. She felt almost like melting butter as she sank onto his lap, her hands lazily draping around his neck. Once they made it home, he tossed her onto the bed and pinned her down. Her heavy breaths mixed with the sound of thunder, rain, and lightning outside, creating a wild symphony. Yet, with Tristan there, she was fearless. His slightly rough hands stripped away their clothes. As he entered her, she tilted her head back, the graceful curve of her neck catching the light beautifully. Tristan's eyes were ablaze with desire as kisses rained down on her. "Tristan," she whispered, tears escaping from her eyes. Suddenly, her heart felt empty. Even though her bo