And she knows it. She smirks at me. God, this woman has so much fucking power over me, and I’d give it to her again and again to see that self-satisfied grin on herface. She’s so damn pleased with herself that she’s shining in the dark.
Her thighs are still parted, and her arousal is dripping. A damp patch forms under her ass, that spot on her dress a few shades darker. I’m going to fuck her in that fancy dress—America’s princess defiled by the FBI’s most wanted.
We won’t be sleeping tonight. I can strip her and take my time with her later.
I kneel and grip the bottom fabric of her dress, shoving it up the backs of her legs. She plants her heels against the edge of the mattress and lifts her hips until the fabric is bunched up like a makeshift pillow under her hips. Finally, a use for all of that damn fabric hiding her pretty cunt.
“Condom?” I ask.
“I have an IUD. I’m clean. You?”
“Clean,” is all I can manage to say as I grab onto her ankles and lift them. Her shiny heels frame my face as her ankles rest against my collar.
I lean lower.
“Tristan.” The desperation in Daphne’s voice grips my heart like a fist and squeezes out every drop of blood. My name’s a prayer and a plea on her lips.
The underside of my cock slips against her warm pussy. I press my lips to hers in a kiss I don’t ever want to end. Her lips yield against mine, and our tongues tangle in desperation, both of us on the edge of something life-changing, earth-shattering, reality-bending. Anticipation bubbles in my belly as my cock slips against her soft lips. Her arousal coats me, preparing me to fuck her properly.
I press her back against the bed as her legs slide upward, her knees bending as she’s damn near folded in half.
Her pussy is bare and so open for me.
I could slide a finger in her. Or two. Hell, I’m sure I could fist her in this position if she were into that kind of thing. But I don’t.
I’m selfish, and I want to feel how hard her body grips me, how tight her pussy clenches against me as I fill her.
Tilting my hips backward, I position myself against her entrance.
Her blue eyes cloud with lust as she gazes at me in anticipation. Her body’s trembling under me as she waits for me to fill her. She’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m unworthy of her. Unworthy of something so damn beautiful in my life.
“Daphne Fox,” I whisper against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to make you mine.” Because she is. After tonight, Daphne will be a part of me I can never remove. The marrow in my bones. The blood in my veins. A scar on my hell-bound soul.
I sink into her delicious heat, and she cries out as her hands grip my shoulders. I rock against her, moving deeper with each slow thrust. An all-consuming pleasure ripples through me. My brain’s short-circuiting as my lungs struggle to breathe. Daphne’s body is pure heaven. She’s designed for me in a way that’s tattooed on my soul. Her name echoes in the chambers of my heart, and I’m so gone for this woman.
I kiss her to stop myself from saying something stupid. My tongue dives between her parted lips to taste her moans as I slowly move my hips in that ancient rhythm.
Daphne whimpers as her fingernails dig into my back, the faint bite of pain heightening the pleasure. Her hips wiggle against me, silently begging me to pick up my pace.
I oblige and fuck her harder. My hips slam into her with each thrust.
Breaking our kiss, I straighten up, ignoring the dull ache in my knees against her hardwood floor as my hips keep pace.
Her legs relax, falling to either side of my hips.
“Tristan.” My name floods the air like music as her eyes flutter closed. Her back arches against the bed. Her dress sparkles against her skin and, God, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my damn life. I want to die with this image of Daphne in my mind—the wild, untamable woman I’ve fallen head over heels for, as lost to the night as I feel.
“That’s it, Love. Let go for me.”
Daphne’s muscles tense under my fingers as my hands trace down her luscious thighs, up to the back of her knees.
I lift her legs, resetting her until her ankles are on my shoulders again and her body’s splayed out before me like a feast. I devour the delicious sight of her, from her flushed cheeks to her wild tangle of curls framing her like a broken halo.
Her eyes flutter open and pools of blue land on me, casting another love spell on my heart.
My hips still as I soak in the beauty of her—mine. My woman. My girlfriend. My obsession. My world.
“Tristan?” Uncertainty wavers in her voice, and it dawns on me that I’ve stopped and have been staring at her silently for God knows how long.
