Page 56 of Shattered Crown

“Tristan, please,” she moaned, a plea veiled with impatience.

I smirked, my fingers tracing the soft, wet folds between her thighs, teasing her. The air was thick with the musky scent of our tight pussy, wrapping around us like the humidity outside. “You think you’re ready?” I asked, even as my hand delivered a sharp slap to her pussy, a reminder of who held the reins.

“God, yes!” It wasn’t just her words; her entire body was a tight coil of need, begging for release.

“Patience, Adriana.” I scolded gently, yet couldn’t help but admire her; how gorgeous she was, the sounds she was making from the back of her throat, the length of her neck as she tilted her head back with abandon. I played with her clit a little more, savoring the way she squirmed, then finally, I decided. Two fingers slipped inside her, and I set to work properly, intent on mapping every inch of her that sang of pleasure.

“Tristan...” Her voice was laced with frustration and lust, a heady combination that spurred me on.

“Shh, just feel,” I whispered, curling my fingers inside her, seeking out the spot that would send her over the edge. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand, and I knew I had found it. I worked her slowly, deliberately, taking her to the brink of orgasm and then easing back, watching as her legs began to shake.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough with my own rising desire. “So beautiful like this.”

She opened her eyes, locking onto mine, and something in that gaze, fierce and vulnerable all at once, struck a chord within me. Here she was, carrying our babies, her body a testament to life and to us. It was sacred, this moment, far removed from the violence and scheming of our families. “Your pregnant body...you were hot before, I mean, it was ridiculous. But your body right now…it’s perfect, Adriana. You are so damn hot,” I confessed, meaning every word.

“Tristan, I can’t—“

“Can’t what? Tell me,” I coaxed, rubbing her clit with a gentle persistence that contrasted the storm raging outside.

“Can’t hold back much longer.” Her breath hitched, her voice a whisper thin as mist.

“Then don’t.” I eased my touch, pushing her again, closer, closer...until, with a shuddering cry, she came apart under my fingers. Her orgasm hit her hard, a tempest to rival the one outside, and I watched in awe as wave after wave crashed over her.

“Tristan,” she panted, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that seared right through me. “I need...”

“Tell me,” I urged, even though I already knew. My own need was a roaring fire inside me, threatening to consume us both.

“More,” she breathed out.

“Always more with you, Adriana.” And there was nothing else to say because we both knew it was true.

“More,” she gasped again. The single command coursed through my veins like fire.

“Lie down,” I told her. “On your side.”

I shifted, aligning myself with her, and slowly, I entered her from behind. She was so wet, so ready. She barely whimpered when I started to fuck her. Her body welcomed me, warm and wet, clenching around me in a way that nearly undid me then and there.

“Tristan,” she moaned, a sound so full of want it was almost a plea.

I leaned over her back, my chest against her skin, feeling the shiver that ran through her. My hand found her breast, fingers teasing her nipple to a hardened peak, while my other hand returned to the sweet spot between her thighs, circling, pressing, promising more.

“Is this what you want, Adriana?” My voice was rough with my own desire as I started a slow rhythm inside her, each stroke deliberate, savoring the feel of her around me. She nodded, her hair brushing against my face, the scent of her filling my senses.

“God, yes,” she whispered. And I knew I would give her anything, everything, even as our worlds threatened to collide outside of this moment.

“Then I’ll give you a lesson you won’t forget,” I murmured against her neck before raking my teeth gently along her skin. She trembled beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets, her body moving with mine.

“Tristan, please,” she begged, and the raw need in her voice was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

“Patience, love,” I said, though it took every shred of control not to succumb to the urgency hammering through my blood. “We have all the time in the world.”

We didn’t, of course. This was insane. A vague part of my brain was screaming at me to get her the fuck out instead of, I don’t know, fucking her.

But the fact that she was away and how much I had missed her, how much I had yearned for her…

I couldn’t do it.

And with the rain beating down on the roof above us, time seemed to stand still. There was only her and me, and the connection that bound us tighter than any family ties ever could.

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