“I must say,” Ophelia began to taunt as she walked into his office, “I never truly considered”-
The click of lock sounded throughout the room, and Ophelia’s words melted into a gasp as Tristan whirled her around as he slid her mask from her face and kissed her. Passion poured through Ophelia as she quickly forgot what she was going to say. Her nipples hardened into peaks as she was pressed against his chest. Her lower belly tightened and filled with delightful spasms as the apex of her legs grew hot and wet.
Giving into those delightful sensations, Ophelia reached up for his mask, shifting it off his face so she could feel that surge of power again. Before Tristan’s mask could even clatter to the floor though, Tristan captured her wrists and pinned them behind her back. The strength she felt from his hold made her quiver with anticipation, and she suddenly wondered what it feel like if it wereherthat gave intohim.Would she like it?Couldshe like it? Giving herself over to a man?
“What did you think you were doing back there? Hmm?” Tristan’s voice was trembling with a mixture of rage and lust as he demanded answers from her between kisses.
Tristan’s kisses were languid and hypnotic, coaxing her to submit. Yet she fought through the urge, and even with her wrists pinned behind her back, Ophelia managed to pull away from his kisses. Her lips, swollen and sensitive from his mouth, needed more- so she found it.
This time it washerteeth that sank into histhroat,and pleasure radiated through out her as Tristan let out a deep, aching groan. He shifted her hands so that he was holding them with a single one of his own, with the other, he cupped the back of her head and pressed her closer, as if urging her to do her worst.
She obliged. Fire consumed her as she tasted the musky perspiration on his flesh, felt his jugular vein pulse between her teeth.
“I wanted to feel things from your perspective,”she panted once she released him from her bite. She languidly lapped her tongue over the ridges her teeth had left in his throat, and felt another gush of warm liquid trickle down her inner thighs when Tristan let out another tortured moan.
“I can understand now why you like it so much,” she purred into his ear. “It is…intoxicating to feel someone fall apart in your hands.”
With a feral growl Tristan spun her around, slamming her hands on the edge of his desk as he pushed his muscular body tight against her back and nipped at her neck and ear. She gasped with pleasure when she felt his manhood already rigid yet again, and writhed her hips into him as tiny sparks of arousal shot off of her body.
“You enjoyed that?” Tristan whispered into her ear as he dragged his fingertips up her arms, “You enjoyed having me fall apart in your hands?”
Fall apart? Did Lord Perfect just confess to losing control?
The thought amplified Ophelia’s lust; delighted that of all women,shewas the one that made him lose control.
She leaned back, feeling freer than she ever had and whispered in his ear, “I enjoyed it immensely. So much that Ialmostyearn to do so again.”
Heat spiked through Ophelia’s veins as Tristan’s growl rumbled near her ear as his hands ripped at the back of her dress. The lace backing split with a satisfying sound, and Ophelia shivered and moaned as he dragged the ripped fabric down her arms as his lips and teeth lavished attention from her neck to her left shoulder.
Thoughts of her real life, of her ailing father, of her impending loveless marriage to stranger, vanished as Tristan took utter control of her mind and body. His fierce nips and kisses turned soft and coaxing once he spun her around her again. Hislips, possessive and firm, kissed her until her breaths became shallow, soft whimpers.
It washethat was taking control now, and as he laid her down on his desk, Ophelia felt herself give it to him freely. She could not muster a single care as she heard the lace of her gown rip again, this time down her bosom; nor could she do anything but sigh in relief when he released her from the her tight silk corset, and drew one of her taut nipples into his hot, soft mouth.
Her sharp words dissolved into pleading, keening whimpers as her digging fingernails melted into clinging, soothing strokes along his back and through his hair as he kissed away every ounce of stress she had with the long stroke of his tongue. She was so lost in the pleasure of his seduction, that when he suddenly stopped and rose up, she let out a startled cry.
Her eyes flew open as his warm mouth and kneading hands moved away from her body, and she was met with Tristan’s blistering stare. A lascivious smirk touched his lips as he met her eyes and slowly lowered his hand back down to her bare sternum.
“You like having the control?” He asked, starting to stroke slow circles over her heated flesh.
Ophelia swallowed; not sure how to respond. Not sureifshe could respond. What she did realize, however, was that the tables had turned.
Tristan’s head tilted slightly as his fingers grazed over her right nipple. The slight touch had a delightful shiver traveling up her spine and a whimper leaving her lips.
“I am waiting for answer,” he taunted.
“I…- oh!” Ophelia gasped as his fingertips tightened on her taut nipple.
“Well?” He asked, immediately rubbing soothing circles over the assaulted flesh.
“Tristan,” she breathed, trying to pull herself out of the haze of arousal, ‘I amnotplaying this game with you.”
She moved to lean up from his desk, but just as she did so his other hand slid from her knee to her inner thigh. Stars burst behind her eyes as his fingertips stroked over the pulsing spot between her legs, and she slid back down onto the desk with a whimper.
“You body seems to disagree with your words,” Tristan murmured, stroking both her nipple and her sex at the same time, “But I am a gentleman. I will stop.”
“No!” The word burst from Ophelia’s lips as her body edged closer to something she did not quite understand.
Tristan raised a devious brow as his hands stilled.
