In just a flimsy thong and heels, I stand naked in front of this stranger who feels like anything but. Tristan stares at me as if he can’t get enough, awakening goose bumps on my feverish skin. Being the center of his focus is such a heady feeling—empowering me.
His deep brown eyes gleam with a heat that burns me up. I melt under his gaze. His presence awakens my senses, pulverizes my shyness, and allows the goddess trapped inside me to emerge.
I’ve never seen a man like him. He’s gorgeous, mouthwatering on all accounts. A male piece of art crafted by the hands of a patient god who found immense pleasure in creating him. Sharp elegance carves every feature.
From his rich eyes to those thick sculpted brows, and straight nose, to the most cutting cheekbones, and a cute mole on the corner of his sinful mouth, he is breathtaking. Behindthe tailored suit, his body ripples with strength, revealing the contour of fine muscles made of steel.
His scent envelops my senses, a combination of musk and something spicy, drugging me.
I swallow hard, and so does he, as if we’re a reflection of each other. Nothing makes sense, yet everything clicks into place. Strange, terrifying, yet exhilarating.
I know I should not be here.
I know I should put a stop to this sheer madness.
But I’ve lost my mind over this man.
I am losing control of my body, of my mind, of my heart, turning into a puppet on his strings.
He palms my face, and I lean into his touch on instinct. Caressing my cheeks with his thumbs, an odd sense of belonging washes over me, making me wish to please him, be whatever he desires.
“You’re stunning, Viviana. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he says low, tugging at my heart that beats a song of forbidden desire and seductive temptation.
“You too,” I murmur, overwhelmed by him.
This surreal moment feels like a dream but can’t be. It would be impossible for my brain to have conjured him, even as a fantasy.
“If you say so.” His deep voice trails over my body, heating me up, making me long for more. He’s the cause and the cure, a sinful perdition rolled into sweet oblivion.
Eyes locked, his darken, revealing his desire, eliciting hummingbirds to break free in my belly.
Secluded in our own little world, nothing else exists but us. Everything else vanishes but this raw need unfurling in my core, addiction wrapping around me like a temptress, hiding its destructive capacity.
No wonder I am about to do something monumentally stupid. Give my virginity to him. Not even that is mine, but I yearn for it—an experience I can tuck in a corner of my heart so I can relive it once I’m trapped in a loveless, passionless marriage.
I doubt anyone else could come close to making me feel the things he does. Even with Dario, that kiss felt like amber, while Tristan’s kiss fired my entire being up, fireworks lighting up my insides.
For a moment, I wish he’d be the man I would marry. To have it all.
What would it feel like?
Impossible. That’s what it is.
I shake my head to erase the silly notion that only makes me nostalgic for things I won’t experience.
As if he notices something bothering me, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me snug to his hard body that burns under my palms even through his suit—a furnace ready to combust; the fabric brushing my skin in sheer decadence.
Fever has taken the reins, and neither of us can stop the ride.
Brushing his index finger under my chin, he tips my face up. My lips tingle in anticipation as he lowers that sinful mouth onto mine, eradicating every thought, disintegrating my reason one string at a time.
The kiss starts slowly once again. Through soft nibbles, he savors my lips to the fullest, not greedy like me knowing time is not on my side.
I whimper into his mouth with a passion that overpowers me—for more, for everything. I doubt I will survive intact once he gives in to my silent request. As if he knows exactly what I want, he licks the contour of my mouth, sending a current through me, jolting my dormant core that throbs incessantly.
I open to him, intoxicated.
“That’s my good girl,” he groans. The praise intensifies the desire coursing through my veins, making me shiver.
