But now she was here. So near. So vulnerable. And the monster in me thrilled at the power he had over her. I wanted to join her on the bed, feel her soft skin pressed against the ragged edges of mine, make her come alive with my mouth and hands until she came with my name on her lips. What would it be like, I wondered, to feel her skin to skin?
"Do I scare you, Luna?"
"No."
A lie. I did scare her. But she also wanted me. She hadn't been lying about that.
I skimmed my hand up her side and over her breast to her collarbone, then higher, tracing the delicate veins in her throat. I'd waited for this moment for so long. Imagined it so many times. Being inside of her. Feeling her wet heat squeeze my cock. I was almost…
Afraid.
I knew what the act of sex was about between a man and a woman. Luna's window wasn't the first one I'd watched through. But I'd never understood the force that drew two people together until they were humping like animals. Before now, I'd only experienced sex as a punishment, not this uncontrollable pull, this…wanting. This compulsive need to touch her and taste her that consumed my every thought until I couldn't stand the feel ofmy own skin. Leaning over her, I breathe in her scent, unbidden desire mixed with fear.
"Tristan," she whispered. A shiver ghosted along her skin, and I tightened my grip around her throat, relishing the moment. Not to hurt her, but to feel the connection. To feel her pulse pounding underneath my fingers, fighting to be free. But she'd never be free of me. "Do I scare you now?"
Unable to speak or move, she didn't answer. But that was okay, because I was finished talking.
I kissed her, my mouth hard and rough against hers, enjoying the way she struggled as she fought for breath until she had no choice but to open her mouth and let me in. Only then did I relax my grip on her throat and crawl over her on the bed, but I didn't touch her. Not yet. No matter how much I craved the silken slide of her skin on mine. The warmth of her body.
No, not yet.
With my lips and tongue, I ravaged her mouth until she moaned and began to kiss me back. God, she was sweet. So fucking sweet. I explored every inch, nipping her lips to make them swell and soften, until I knew her mouth as well as I knew my own.
I needed to taste more of her.
Taking my time, I made my way down her body, exploring every curve and hollow. I remembered every sensitive spot. Every place that made her moan and tug against her bondages. I learned where she liked me to be gentle, and where she liked me to be rough. The ticklish spot that made her pull away and just the way to touch her to make her catch her breath and arch into me, her body begging for more, even if she couldn't form the words.
She jerked when I skimmed her clit with the tip of my tongue, hips lifting off the bed to try to get closer to my mouth. Fucking hell, I loved the way she tasted. Loved the smell of her desire. She was so fucking wet already, and I growled deep in my throat, amazed at the way she responded to me. Was she like this with every man she fucked? Or just for me?
Imagining her with someone else, a surge of violence filled me, and I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her to my mouth, determined to replace every otherstronzo'stouch with my own. I'd tied the bonds loose enough to give her enough slack to bend her knees, and she did so now, dropping her knees out to the sides to give me more room between her soft thighs. As I tasted her wet heat and listened to her sounds of pleasure and uneven breaths, I wondered if I'd ever get enough of her sweet pussy.
I slid two fingers inside of her, curling them until I hit the spot that made her fuck them herself. When I felt her muscles tense and my name was on her lips, I kissed her one last time before I rose over her. In the darkness, her eyes were dazed with pleasure and disbelief as she stared up at me.
"Tristan, please," she begged.
"Shhhh." I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. "I want to feel you come on my cock," I whispered against her lips.
She whimpered softly and lifted her hips until the tip of my cock brushed against her soft thigh.
I moaned, my breathing ragged, as my forehead dropped to her shoulder.
"Untie me," she demanded breathlessly.
"I can't," I groaned. I wanted to. Fucking hell, I wanted to. At least a part of me did. But the other part was terrified of what would happen if I did. And I wouldn't chance it. Not now. Not when I was about to have everything.
"Tristan, please."
Luna was restless beneath me, her back arching as she tried to get closer to me. Slowly, savoring every inch of skin on skin, I lowered my weight onto her until every part of her touched every part of me. The feeling was more than strange. It was overpowering, and my entire body shuddered. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, and wondering if she could feel my scars. "Spread your legs," I ordered huskily.
She did as I told her, sliding her feet apart as far as they would go with her ankles tied and bending her knees slightly.
I positioned myself until the head of my cock slid down through her slick folds and found the warmest part of her. With a feeling of disbelief, I rolled my hips, pushing against her entrance, but I couldn't get in.
Luna tilted her hips beneath me, and suddenly I was inside of her. I froze, my breath catching and my heart in my throat. But it was just the head. Not far enough.
Pulling back, I tried again, using my shaking hand to guide myself this time. My head swam as I pushed inside her, feeling first the resistance and then the give as she opened up for me, her body adjusting to the invasion of my cock.
I cursed softly. Holy Christ. My mind went blank, and I couldn't move as my cock was tightly surrounded by her wet heat, the feel of her so much more than I ever could've imagined. I didn't know it would be like this. So intimate.
