She closed her eyes, clutching the bedcovers as she whispered, desperate, “Gods. Please. Tris. Please.”
She tried to push herself closer, but he held her down with one arm over her belly, still sucking the inside of her thigh as he slowly ran his free hand all the way from her knee to her groin.
Finally, finally, he reached her entrance, his fingers dancing around her in a torturous circle, then just the tip of one finger entering her before retreating. Then entering her again. Then retreating.
He moved his mouth over her, hot, humid air touching her in delicate puffs as his fingers entered her and retreated yet again.
She squirmed, panting, but he was ruthless. His tongue flicked out in concert with his torturing finger, licking her clit in short bursts while he thrust a second finger inside her entrance.
Her whole body was flooded with molten need, and the world narrowed down, falling away until nothing was left except him. It was too much. It was not enough. She needed more.
He lifted his head for a moment, fingers still inside her, curled forward, but not moving, and she nearly wept with desperation until he rumbled, “Lift your shirt.” She pulled the blouse up over her flushed breasts as he watched from between her legs.
“Show me.”
She lay back and pushed her breasts together, feeling his rumble turn into a deep, animal purr. “Pinch your nipples.”
She closed her fingers over her nipples, letting her eyes flutter closed as she tugged and pulled, feeling his hot breath right over her clit as she throbbed around his fingers.
Then he was everywhere. Moving, gliding. Pressure and heat and relentless strokes ratcheting her higher.
He closed his lips on her pulsing clit and sucked. The heated suction pushed her over, and her whole body clenched in a devastating orgasm.
Waves of exquisite sensual pleasure flooded through her as she writhed against him, pushing herself into his scorching mouth. Closer to him than she had ever been to any other person.
He stayed with her, still kneeling between her legs, as she came back to herself, until she lay, flushed and soft, eyes half-closed, watching him. Then he finally stood, stripped and laid his clothes aside.
He was magnificent. Layers of muscle overlaid with emerald-green and pewter scales that gleamed from his neck, down his arms, wrapping around his abdomen to highlight the ripples of his muscles, then fading into smooth brown skin in a hard, muscular V, leading to his straining cock, rigid against his belly and weeping with his need for her.
He was mesmerizing.
Tristan crawled over her, pulling her up with him to lie fully across the bed, and nestled his hips between her legs as he held himself over her.
She ran her hands up his arms, glorying in the warmth of his skin, the masculine scent of his body, his strength surrounding her. He brushed his cock through her slick folds, and she shuddered and wrapped her hands around his flexing arms, lifting herself to meet him.
He paused, the head of his cock notched just at her entrance, and looked down at her, his eyes almost completely silver, his voice rasping. “Tell me you want this, Nim.”
She had no doubt at all. There was nothing she wanted more. “Yes. I want this.”
“I haven’t got a sheath, sweetheart, but I’ll do my best to make sure there’s no babe.”
“I trust you,” she murmured as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him slowly into her body, reveling in the exquisite glide of his flesh into hers. A little uncomfortable, foreign, but she was so wet and swollen and ready, all she wanted, needed, was his body inside hers.
Until he paused, forehead furrowed, a sudden question in his eyes. “Nim, are you…?”
She didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to say or do anything to take away from the magic of the moment with him.
But he wouldn’t move. She sighed and gave him a small smile. “Technically… not anymore.”
“But… I don’t understand. Val said that men were visiting. Interested. Surely you can’t have been alone all this time?” He looked so uncertain. He had no idea.
She wanted to howl.
None of them were you! I waited, and you never came back.
She couldn’t tell him the truth. He wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to see those shutters come down if she told him how she felt. How she had always felt.
And none of it made any difference anyway, given the danger she would soon be in. She couldn’t even be certain she would be alive in the morning.
