Tristan D'Leon's POV
Despite having Jade beneath me last night, despite taking her in every way possible, my jade pendant still hadn't returned to me.
I should have felt it, should have sensed its energy returning the moment our bodies intertwined. Yet, even after leaving the hotel room this morning, giving it time while I had breakfast prepared, nothing changed.
The pendant remained inside her.
The thought alone made my blood simmer, frustration creeping into my veins like wildfire. But I forced myself to remain calm. Perhaps it would take time perhaps I had to earn it back, reclaim it through sheer persistence.
And so here I was, once again buried deep inside her, her body writhing beneath me, her moans sending jolts of raw need through me.
Maybe once wasn't enough. Maybe I needed to take her two, three, four times matching the number of days the pendant had been inside her. Maybe only then would it return to me.