All I can do is nod. Because he’s right. There’s something that’s pulling me towards Tristan, like we’re magnets designed for one another.
Tristan lifts his thumb under my chin and tilts my head up to gaze into those soft, fake brown eyes.
“And that connection, Daphne Fox, is why I promise that I will always find you. Because you know this feels right.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DAPHNE
Tristan’s lipsyield to mine as a growl pulls from deep in his throat. His hand cups the back of my neck, thick fingers twisting in my curls as he keeps me still. His tongue slips between my lips.
Champagne mingles in his kiss. God, I want to get drunk off his taste.
His strong body pins me to the wall, his leg slipping between the slit of my dress to keep my legs apart. Need builds as he grips my hips and tilts them toward him until my core presses against his thigh.
Desire tingles where we touch, and his hand rolls my hips, grinding me against him. Sweet, delicious friction ripples up my core, and I gasp against his mouth.
His lips coast lower, freeing mine to moan his name as he scatters kisses down my jaw. He finds a sensitive spot above my collarbone. I whimper as his teeth gently graze under the strap of my halter.
“I’ve imagined fucking you in this dress since I saw you on stage.” His wicked words tickle against my skin, andthere’s a pause as his hand slips from the back of my neck to unclasp my halter strap.
The fabric plummets down, my breasts relieved of the confining fabric.
He pulls back with a satisfied smirk.
I glance down, and both my nipples are covered in nude pasties. I quickly discard the little stickers and toss them aside, exposing myself to Tristan’s hungry stare.
He rolls my hips again, and my lace panties scratch against my sensitive clit.
I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. Over and over, he rolls my hips, sending my desire soaring, an orgasm slowly building in my lower belly.
His lips find my nipple, and he sucks it into his warm, inviting mouth. Pleasure pricks across my breast as his tongue flicks along the tight peak.
My hand weaves into his hair, but it feels wrong. The synthetic, plastic texture between my fingers douses me in a chill of disappointment as I drop my hands.
But then his tongue sweeps across my other nipple, sending a fresh wave of desire tickling through me. I press my hands to the wall to stop myself from touching him and ruining this feeling.
“Your breasts are fucking perfect.” His words rumble against my flesh.
“You called them perfect the night you kidnapped me,” I remind him.
He chuckles against my skin. “And I was right, Princess.” He sucks my nipple back into his mouth harder, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.
Somewhere outside our dreamy bubble, the quartet starts playing a waltz. “The… the first dance. We should be out there.” My words shake as Tristan drops to his knees.
He shoves my dress higher to reveal my panties.
“I paid for a dance,” he reminds me. “So, I’m going to get what I paid for.” His fingers glide over my mound as he pushes the lace aside. “You’re going to dance on my face, Princess.”
Before I can find words, his tongue flicks across my clit, and heat bursts between my legs. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as he raises one leg and settles it onto his shoulder.
My hand grips a table beside us to keep steady as his tongue flicks and licks and teases and does the most wicked things to my body. My eyes close, my head lolling against the wall, and I surrender to the pleasure building in my core.
I’ve received oral before, but always rushed. A requirement before entry, like paying for a ticket to an amusement park. But Tristan takes his time, like he’s getting off on each lick and suck and kiss against my pussy. His cologne mixes with the smell of my arousal, and this moment feels so otherworldly that I can’t think straight. Only feel what his talented mouth is doing to my body.
I want more. I need more. I don’t care who he is, or who I am, or what he does to other people. I need Tristan inside me. Tonight.
The tip of Tristan’s finger slides into me. “You’re so wet for me, Princess.” He moans the words into my pussy.
