Tristan is already rock hard; I can feel him through his jeans. He grips my sides, holding me in place as his fingers tease their way up my shirt.
Something within me is begging to be freed, a desperate need I’ve never known before. And as he rips my shirt over my head and his eyes become fixated on my breasts, covered in a red satin bra, I know what it is.
Pure, raw lust. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything else before. My eyes burn with desire as they meet his gaze, which is scorching enough to singe the skin of my body just by looking at him.
His shirt comes off, too, and he tosses it to the side. The hunger in his eyes matches mine, and he’s doing everything in his power to restrain himself from losing his last thread of control.
The magnetic pull between us, the one I’ve felt since we first met, brings him closer to me, and the fire between us explodes instantly. Our tongues are caught in a frenzy, tangling and dancing, before I pull myself from him, wriggling out from under his weight.
Instead, I guide him to roll over onto his back, crawling over him. My fingers fumble with the button of his jeans. I’m trembling with how consumed I am by him. I want my lips around his cock. I want to please him. Need to.
“No.” His low growl alarms me as his fingers lace in my hair, tugging me away gently. A gasp escapes my lips, and I tilt my head up to face him.
“But I want—” I sound weak, breathless.
“I said no.” He pushes me off him and retreats from the bed.
I follow, thinking I’ve made a grave mistake, disappointment washing over me.
Suddenly, he’s tearing my own jeans from my body, picking me up by my hips as though I’m weightless. I tighten my legs around his waist, the heat of his skin mixing seductively with the damp hotness of my core.
He lowers me onto the bed, towering over me. Desire burns in my eyes, and I can see it reflecting back at me in his.
With one fingertip, he teases the strap of my bra off my shoulder, tracing down my collarbone and breast, up over the other breast until he pulls down the other strap. In one swift movement, he unclasps it, letting it drop to the floor. My breasts are bared to him, and it takes everything in me to keep from looking away from him and covering myself.
“You are fucking gorgeous.” His voice is low and husky. “Do you want me, Faith?”
I stare up at him, unable to breathe evenly. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”
His lips crash together with mine once more. He nips at my bottom lip, causing a groan to escape my throat. This time, he pulls away from me. His palm is in the middle of my chest, pushing me back onto the bed, then it travels down my abdomen, making me moan again. With both hands, he tugs my panties off, sliding the satiny fabric down my legs. I can see his eyes roaming me longingly as he coaxes my knees apart, and I know what he must see in the dim light of the room; the glistening wetness I can feel between my legs. He lowers his head between my thighs, planting a series of kisses on the soft skin there, slowly making his way toward his goal.
My chest heaves as he moves painstakingly slow, savoring every inch of me. His tongue finally reaches its destination, and my legs twitch when his mouth begins its tantalizing assault. He kisses and nibbles at me until I can’t hold back another second, every muscle in my thighs constricting as I reach desperately for a pillow, using it to muffle the moans and screams as I find my release against his mouth.
My legs are just beginning to relax as he stands and removes the remaining barriers between us, kicking his jeans and boxers off. He kneels onto the bed, hovering over me once again, his forearms on either side of my shoulders.
I reach between us, running my thumb down his massive erection, pressed against the warmth of my entrance.
I’ve barely pulled my hand away when Tristan, showing no mercy, thrusts into me. Pleasure breaks free from
my throat, and I grip his shoulders as though he’s a lifeline, clawing at them with my fingernails. Thrust after thrust, I wriggle beneath him, finding our rhythm and meeting each violent thrust as every muscle within me clenches deliciously around him.
A primal growl falls from his lips as he thrusts harder, faster than I’ve ever experienced. Taking me, owning me, using my body in ways I never imagined. His hands grasp and knead, pinching my taut nipples between his fingers. I can’t contain my moans, and Tristan’s grunts with the exertion are just as audible.
My back arches as he buries himself deeper inside me with each aggressive thrust, giving myself over to him. I whimper without meaning to, grinding myself against his hardness.
He’s relentless, gripping my hips hard in his hands, pounding into me, pulling me up to meet each painfully erotic movement. Again and again.
From the deepest depths of me, I feel him twitch, so close to finding his release as it builds within him.
“Tristan,” I whisper, and it’s enough to send me careening over the edge, emptying himself deep within me. We both gasp simultaneously, and I bite down on my bottom lip as he shudders and convulses against me.
Without pulling out, and completely out of breath, Tristan lowers himself onto me, then rolls over quickly, taking me with him so that I’m lying on top of him. My breasts rest against his heaving chest, and he brushes the hair out of my eyes, revealing the Cheshire cat grin he wears as he gazes up at me.
“Wow,” I whisper, a hint of a smile on my face.
“You’re damn right you’re wow,” he chuckles softly, leaning ahead to kiss my shoulder.
In the dim light of the room, I cast a glance toward the door that adjoins his room to the children’s. “Do you think we woke up the kids?”