Stolen Lies (Fates of the Bound 2)

“I wasn’t done.”

“Yes, you are.”

Grinning, he sat back on his heels and grabbed the back of her knees, pulling her toward him in one fluid motion, more strength in his arms than she would have guessed. He thrust inside her, finally quieting the need that had welled inside her all evening.

A need that grew as he rocked into her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked back.

Both stared at one another’s eyes as they worked.

A thin sheen of sweat broke out on Tristan’s forehead and over his chest.

In that moment, Lila knew she was ruined. Whenever she thought of Tristan, she’d return to this moment when he moaned and bucked against her, fierce and sweaty, all his attention fixed on her.

All at once, he thrust hard inside her as though sheathing a boot knife. He then sprawled atop her, settling his body against her arms as they kissed, still pumping inside her. “Say my name,” he whispered into her ear. “Say my name and come for me.”

“Tristan.” She grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze, directing him deeper and harder inside her. “Say my name and come for me,” she whispered into his ear, biting the lobe as he had done to her.

Tristan paused. “Fuck, you have a mouth on you, don’t you?”

“I didn’t say anything you didn’t say.”

“It’s not what

you said, it’s how you said it. All husky and sexy. It’s hard not come inside you right now.”

Lila moaned as he began stroking again. Faster this time, pushing her closer and closer toward the edge.

She came at last, shouting his name as she pawed at the headboard.

Tristan followed suit, whispering hers as he filled her.

Chapter 15

Lila felt the arm around her waist before she saw it. She opened one eye and then the other in the cold, dark room. The little clock on Tristan’s nightstand read three o’clock. They’d fallen asleep around ten, both exhausted from the last couple of weeks as well as several hours spent in one another’s arms.

The ensuing five hours had been the best sleep that Lila had gotten in years.

Her eyes fell upon the string of bottle caps in the window. Tristan’s arm tightened around her, tugging her closer.

She felt his naked body, warm across her back.

And his erection.

Stretching like a satisfied cat, she turned in his grasp, shaking the bed. He yawned and rolled over body. He said nothing, merely latched on to her lips, tracing them with his tongue.

Her breath hitched as his cock pressed against her, and she grew wet instantly.

She spread her legs, inviting him in.

Tristan didn’t wait for any other signs. She gasped as he entered her, amazed she wasn’t too sore for his languid thrusts. Lila reached around his waist as the bed rocked back and forth gently. His lips worked at her mouth, her ear, her neck.

They both came in a sleepy heap on Tristan’s bed, all soft moans and hoarse voices.

“That’s a nice way to wake up.” Tristan yawned, pulling her back into his body. “It’s even a better way to fall asleep.”

“I can’t.”