“You want this as much as I do, don’t you?” He grinned as he invaded her skirt, wedging his hands underneath her ass before lifting her hips from the bench. “Stay like that.”
She shuddered at the quiet command, then hovered in place as he hooked his fingers through the straps of her panties and dragged them slowly—so, so slowly—down her legs and over her dagger, dropping the red lace at her feet.
She sat back down and he removed her heels, then grabbed the panties with his teeth, nipping her ankle as he tore them off completely. The bite of his sharp canine against her flesh inspired an exhilarating mixture of fear and arousal.
This ancient, savage, powerful creature could tear her apart with little effort. That knowledge, contrasted with his restraint, his gentleness, made her chest ache with destructive need.
This was a bad idea, one she knew she’d suffer for later. She was barreling towards the edge of a cliff, towards a broken and bloodied aftermath. But she couldn’t slow herself.
He bunched her panties in his fist, then brought them to his nose. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, a low growl reverberating from his chest. “I bet you taste as divine as you smell. Shall I find out?”
She couldn’t get a word out, signaled her consent with a nod.
His lips curled into a sensuous smile as he placed her panties atop his jacket.
Then all traces of teasing fled his face.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered in a rippling purr.
She obeyed, but couldn’t resist the urge to taunt him. She held her skirt in place as she pulled her knees apart. Once her thighs were as wide as she could manage, she inched the skirt aside. Just for a moment before tugging it back.
He knocked her hand away, snarling. “Mine.”
Slickness bloomed beneath her silk skirt. HighGods, how that word thrilled her. And how she wished it were true.
He threw back her skirt, exposing her to the chill night air as he panted, a feral yet sharply focused beast. His warm breaths pulsed against her sex.
“Come closer.” A guttural growl.
She shifted her hips until they were perched at the edge of the bench, and his deep, shuddering breath fluttered against her entrance. She was fragile enough to shatter at the first brush of his tongue.
He whimpered softly, appreciatively, as he braced his hands on her thighs and spread her open further. He leaned in at a glacial, torturous pace, extending his own sweet anticipation.
His lips met her slit in the softest, most tender, most reverent of grazes, and a low moan trespassed her parted lips.
“Tristan,” she groaned as he pressed gentle kisses from base to tip.
He cupped his hands beneath her ass, massaging and squeezing, and began to lick. His soft murmurs of pleasure fluttered across her skin, and she undulated her hips, trying to drive his strokes where she wanted them.
She propped her hand against the carriage wall and lifted her head. His dark hair shimmered as he flipped it out of his eyes and caught her staring.
Holding her gaze, he dragged his tongue from base to apex, flicking the tip over her clit. Her inner muscles clenched, and she threw her head back with a ragged cry that mingled with his sinful chuckle.
The long, wide strokes of his tongue teased her open, building her climax. She wound tighter and tighter, her body begging for pressure to that one specific spot she knew would pitch her into oblivion.
He knew too.
His lips curved into a wry grin as he heightened her pleasure by keeping it at bay.
He dipped his tongue inside her—shallow at first then pushing in deeper. Thrusting. Swirling. Fucking her with it.
She moaned, grinding against his face and coating his chin with the evidence of her pleasure. He curved his tongue, lapping at the sensitive spot just inside her entrance, and her head fell back as a thigh-shaking wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
He slid his tongue out of her, then pressed two fingers inside, rubbing that same spot until she cried out, soaking his palm.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded, his hand at her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, dragging her tongue along his rough calluses and delighting in her own sweet, salty flavor.
He popped his fingers from her mouth, then bowed his head, circling her clit with soft flicks of his tongue. She was seconds away from coming when he pulled away.
