Page 52 of Twisted Gift

His hands slide down my body, skimming my delicate black lace panties, and his expression darkens, the hunger clear in his eyes.

I rise up, straddling him, and my skin tingles as his gaze devours me.

“Jesus, Rory,” he murmurs and props up on his elbows.

I grin a little. “You like?” A lightness I haven’t felt in a long time is clear in my tone.

He wets his lips. “You have no idea.” He reaches for me, pulling me back on top of him.

I squeal, landing against the firm muscles of his upper body. “I think you’re about to show me.”

“Oh, I most definitely am.” His lips press against the base of my throat where I’m sure he can hear the insane speed of my pulse.

He flips us over and reaches for the drawer in his bedside table, making quick work of rolling on a condom.

I push my fingers into his hair, gripping the ends and tugging as his mouth lowers to my chest. I gasp when he tilts his hips, pressing himself against the throbbing between my legs.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs against my skin, heating it with the sultry tone of his voice.

I let out a breath. “It’s been months, Tristan. I’ve been ready all night.”

He nips at my skin, making me yelp. “I need you now, sweetheart.”

“I know,” I breathe.I need him, too.

He removes the remaining clothing between us. He’s poised and ready between my legs before I even have a minute to blink. “I’m not going to last long,” he advises in a deep voice.

I giggle. “It’s okay.” I cup his cheek so he’ll look at me. “I just want you.”

His lashes lower as he leans in and presses his lips against mine in the same moment he slides into me. He starts off slow, sliding in and out, but after a few thrusts, he’s moving quicker, pulling moans from me and filling the room with his own. His lips move away from mine and trail along my jaw until he reaches the side of my neck and nips my earlobe.

I suck in a breath and grip him tighter. “Tristan,” I breathe, my voice thick with lust.

“I know,” he whispers, increasing the pace of his thrusts again as he slides his hand between us, finding the spot he knows will drive me crazy. He strokes me with his fingers and fills me with all of him, making my breaths short.

His climax rides in quick and hard, making him groan as I clench around him, and his lips land on mine once more, quieting our noise.

He presses his face into my shoulder, still breathing hard as he slides out of me. He feathers kisses across my skin, dipping lower and making my breath catch when I figure out where he’s heading. Taking his time spreading my legs apart, his hungry gaze makes my heart race. The anticipation of his touch has my chest rising and falling fast and my skin tingling. Tristan’s tongue darts out and licks a fiery path toward the throbbing between my legs, stopping just before he reaches my core. His eyes reach mine; the mischief in them makes the blue brighter, and if breathing wasn’t difficult before, it’s almost impossible now.

He shifts his gaze downward. The moment his lips touch me, I let loose a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. He flicks his tongue in lazy strokes as he slides his hands along my legs and holds my hips against the mattress, keeping me open to him.

My hands fist the sheets under me when his lips close around my bundle of nerves, and when he moans against me, I almost come undone.

“Tristan,” I hiss, fighting to push myself closer to him.

“Mmm,” he moans against me again, making my hips buck.

With my head spinning, I reach down and grip his hair, pushing him deeper and keeping him between my thighs.

With a subtle flick of his tongue, he dives into me, and I cry out, my moan deep with pleasure. His thrusts are quick and hard, and he adds a finger, teasing me with lazy circular strokes until I clench around him and come, calling out his name.

He kisses my inner thigh, my stomach, my neck before his mouth lands on mine. My head is swimming with desire as I taste myself on his lips. When we break apart, he rolls to the side, landing on the pillow next to me.

Once I’m confident my voice won’t crack, I turn my face to look at him and smile. “We’re going to need to do that many more times tonight.”

A deep laugh rumbles through him as his gaze holds mine. “You’ll get no argument from me, sweetheart.” He leans over and kisses my brow, tucking my hair behind my ear and brushing his fingers across my cheek. “I missed that like crazy—missedyoulike crazy.”

I’m not surprised by the sting of tears in my eyes. “I missed you, too.”

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