“But I need to get you inside, Athena, and do all the things I’ve missed doing” Tristan growled
against my ear, his voice so low and rough it sent heat straight through me.
A rush of thoughts flooded my mind, making my stomach twist in a way that was both exciting
and a little scary.
God, he’s never talked to me like this before, I wondered if he could feel how much it affected
me, how it made me want him even more. What if I can’t handle this side of him? But no, I want to
try, I really do.
I loved it, love how it made me feel.
Before I could say anything back, he lifted me up.
With my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, I clung to him,
feeling his muscles shift under my hands, strong and steady, as he carried me toward the apartment
door.
I thought about how safe he made me feel, even as my body pressed against his, feeling him
hard through his jeans.
His hands gripping my hips like he wasn’t letting go, and I could feel how hard he was through
his jeans, the pressure making me squirm against him.
He didn’t slow down, just kept walking, and when we got to the door, he shifted my weight to
one arm, holding me easily while his other hand fumbled in his pocket for the key.
Does he know how much power he has over me right now?
I tightened my legs around him, not wanting to lose the contact, and he let out a low groan.
“Stop moving like that, or I’m not gonna make it inside,” he muttered, his voice thick as he slid
the key into the lock, turning it with a quick twist.
He pushed the door open with his shoulder, still holding me, and kicked it shut behind us, the
slam loud in the quiet apartment, but I barely noticed, too focused on his hands, his heat, the way
his body pressed against mine with every step.
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All I could think was, finally we’re alone, no more holding back.
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He didn’t put me down, just kept carrying me through the living room, his lips finding mine in a
hard, messy kiss.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I kissed him back, my fingers digging into his shoulders
as he walked, each step making him grind against me, sending sparks through my core.
I made a small sound into his mouth, my head spinning from how much I wanted him, how
rough and needy he felt.
He stopped by the living room wall, pinning me against it with his hips, my legs still around his
waist, his hands holding me up.
His lips pulled away from mine, and he looked at me, his eyes dark, his breath uneven. “You’ve
been driving me crazy all night in that dress, Athena” he said, his voice low and rough, “and I
wanted to pull you into some dark corner and fuck you right there.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding at his words, because he was so blunt and so dirty and
mine. “Tristan,” I said, my voice shaky, not sure what else to say, but my body was already
responding.
My thighs tightening around him, my pussy clenching and getting wetter, shocking me with how
much I loved it.
He grinned, a slow, knowing smile, and slid one hand up my thigh, under my dress, his fingers
brushing the edge of my panties, making me tense. What, you don’t like me talking like that?” he
asked, his tone teasing, but his fingers stayed still, not giving me what I wanted yet.
“I didn’t say that,” I said quickly, my face hot, my pulse racing as I looked at him, his eyes locked
on mine.
He chuckled, the sound low and smug, as he kept his fingers moving, slow and teasing, wet from
how turned on I was, “you’re so fucking wet” he said his lips brushing my ear, “you like when I talk
like that, don’t you, love?” my pussy dripped for him loving every filthy word.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
