Huh?My mind’s still trying to reckon with the fact that my orgasm’s fading in the ether and my body’s damp with cool sweat, brought to the brink of something amazing, only to have it pulled away.
“Hold onto me,” he gasps.
My mind’s a sex-drunk fog, but his hands splay undermy ass, and he tilts me. He leans back, and I hold onto him, my arms still bound around the back of his neck. I hug him tighter as he adjusts me until I’m sitting upright in his lap.
“Put your legs around me, Love.”
I obey, my ankles locking around the small of his back.
With one hand under my ass and the other planted on the forest floor, Tristan hoists us both up until he’s standing.
Holy shit, he’s strong.
He takes a few steps forward, and my shoulder presses into something hard and biting.
A tree.
I keep my grip on him as Tristan holds onto my ass. His fingertips dig into the flesh, and I’m going to have bruises tomorrow. But I don’t care once Tristan thrusts into me again. Harder. Punishing.
My body sinks down onto his cock, and he leverages me against the tree, using me to keep us balanced as he drives himself into me harder.
God, he feels so damn good. But I need more.
I grip the back of the mask and pull it higher, revealing his lips, the rest of his face hidden.
My lips find his, and we’re moaning, our tongues tangling as his thrusts become quicker.
He hits that spot inside me again, and I cry out in pleasure into our kiss.
“That’s it, Princess. Now you’ve earned it.” Tristan smirks at me as his hips keep that delicious rhythm that makes my body sing for him.
My orgasm builds faster this time, bringing me right to the brink, ready to push me over the edge.
“Tristan,” I warn. I beg. I plead. I need.
“Come for me, Daphne. Show me you’re mine.”
His words undo me, and I cry out into the forest. My eyes close as unearthly sounds rip from my throat, my orgasm flinging me to the heavens. Stars and dots of color burst in technicolor behind my closed eyes, and my body’s breaking apart like fireworks.
And Tristan doesn’t relent. He keeps thrusting into me, drawing out my pleasure until his cock swells, jerks, and spills into me.
“Daphne,” He cries out, his pleasure mixing with mine in the morning air.
His hips still, but his cock twitches again and again, drawing out my orgasm.
As my pleasure ebbs away and I’m fighting for air, Tristan holds me tighter to him, taking my weight as he pulls me away from the tree and lowers me back onto the earth.
My eyes open, and Tristan’s half-masked face is framed by a foggy morning sky speckled with leaves overhead. His kiss-plump lips are parted as he catches his breath.
“Tristan,” I start, my mind so overwhelmed I can’t think straight. “I lo?—”
He cuts me off. “I love you, Daphne.” His voice is hoarse, but he continues. “You’re my world, Love. I will always love you. And I will always find you.”
“I love you.” The words slip from my tongue so naturally now as his lips find mine, sealing this moment in a kiss. He kisses words off my tongue and tastes the overwhelming joy wrapped in a hazy afterglow. His tongue teases mine, and I relax into the kiss. I feel it. Deep into the glittery marrow of my love-struck bones, I feel it.
I’ve fallen for the man behind the mask.
EPILOGUE
