Page 65 of Sinful Storms

When all the candles were lit, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I doubted anyone would appreciate the struggle I’d had, setting up fucking candles in a place with so much flammable material, let alone in the archives where the books were irreplaceable. But now, looking at the result, with the flickering flames surrounding the makeshift bed I’d arranged, it was perfect.

My momentary lapse in confidence that had come before I’d viewed my handiwork disappeared. There was no possible way Aria wouldn’t love this.

There was a chance she might realise how strong my feelings for her were after seeing this, but we could cross that bridge when we came to it. For now, for the rest of the night, she was mine, and I was going to make her feel so fucking good.

Kicking off my shoes, I crossed the room to stand in the centre of the space, my feet sinking into the piles of blanketsI’d placed on the floor.I held out my hand, and as if Aria was attuned to me, she turned away from the book she’d been perusing to face me and closed the distance between us.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. I undressed her as quickly as I could, trying and failing to think of anything unsexy as she got her hands all over my body, until I was as naked as she was and so fucking hard I ached.My attempts to draw it all out, to pace myself, were a complete failure with Aria Harper nude, kneeling in front of me and lit by candles, looking like the sexiest fucking goddess to ever walk this earth. When I created some distance between us in a final attempt to make it last, moving our clothes aside, she rose to her feet. Her heated gaze remained on mine as she dragged her hands down her body, palming her breasts and then sliding them lower, widening her legs as her fingers dipped between them. I groaned, shifting back to get a better view as I fisted my erection, so hard and leaking and fucking desperate to be inside her.

“Come here, Aria,” I rasped. There was no fucking way I could last another second without her body against mine.

“You read my mind.” She was completely unselfconscious, prowling towards me, her gaze dropping to my dick and her tongue swiping across her lips as she took in the sight.

When she reached me, she lowered herself to the blankets on her hands and knees. My heart pounded at the sight of her staring up at me through her lashes, her tongue coming out to take a teasing swipe across the tip of my cock. “Condom?”

I groaned again. “Fuck. Your mouth. Don’t tease me, I’m not gonna last, and I need to be inside you. No more condoms after tonight. We are getting fucking tested the second we get out of here. I want you bare from now on.”

She nodded instantly, watching as I rolled on the condom I’d pulled from my pocket. “I’d like that. I haven’t…there hasn’t been anyone since you.”

Dropping to my knees, I gripped her hips and tugged her forwards. “Straddle me, baby.” When she was hovering over me, her hands on my shoulders and her pussy aligned with my dick, I made sure I met her gaze. “There hasn’t been anyone for me since you, little scorpion, and there won’t ever be again.” My voice was way too hoarse…way too sincere, and I swallowed hard, gripping her tightly and pulling her down, both of us moaning as her pussy took my dick like it was made for it.

“Tristan,” she whispered, rising up and then dropping back down, holding eye contact all the time, all that honey swallowed up by her blown pupils.

“Fuck. Yeah.” My cock throbbed inside her. Had sex ever been this intense?

“No one else,” she said.

I couldn’t control myself, flipping us over so she was beneath me, and then I fucked her hard and fast, her moans and cries sending me spiralling towards the edge. The candles flickered wildly, but I barely even noticed, too lost in my girl, the love of my life, the only person who’d ever managed to make me feel like I wanted more.

And I wanted more.

I was so fucking greedy for her. I wanted everything.

“Tristan,” she moaned so fucking sweetly, shuddering against me with her release, and I snapped, my hips thrusting forwards again and again as I emptied myself into the condom inside her, holding her hot, shaking body as my climax ripped through me.

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when or how my life had changed, but Aria had torn my world apart.

Then she’d remade it.

And for the first time in my life, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Later, when we’d cleaned up and she was lying in my arms, the candles burnt down to flickering stubs, I stroked my hand through the length of her hair. What I wanted to say was the truth, but it was too soon for a confession.

It was too soon, but she was asleep, and so I could say it. I could whisper it into the dark.

“It’s too soon to say this, but I love you.”

The second I’d spoken the words aloud, I froze, my heart pounding so hard I found myself struggling to breathe.

I forced myself to take one deep breath after another until my heart rate was less like someone who’d just run a marathon and more like someone who’d jogged around Hatherley Hall’s running track a couple of times.

Just after I’d carefully shifted Aria’s sleeping position so I could blow out the remaining candles before I fell asleep, I felt her stirring. I lay back on the cushions, slowly stroking my hand up and down her back in the hope she’d fall asleep again.

“Tristan?”

“Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

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