Page 82 of Twisted Gift

“I will.After.”

Tristan sighs, holding my gaze. “This is really what you want right now?”

“Yes.” I pull him closer, kissing his jaw. “I wantyou.”

“Right here?” he whispers. “In the living room? With our friends a short distance away?”

“I guess we’ll have to be quiet,” I taunt him, pressing my mouth against his bottom lip.

I feel his sharp intake of breath. “You’re sure?” he checks.

I shoot him a grin. “Definitely.”

“Thank god,” he mutters, and then his lips are on mine, devouring and worshiping them simultaneously. He removes his belt as he trails his lips along my jaw, and I reach for the button on his pants, popping it before I work the zipper down.

“Tristan,” I gasp his name when he nips my earlobe.

“Lift your arms over your head,” he says in a deep voice that makes my skin tingle.

I comply quickly, and he slips his hand under me to unzip the back of my dress before he slides it up and off and tosses it on the floor. He unclasps my bra and has it off before I can lower my arms. He shrugs out of his jacket, adding it to the growing pile of clothes before he lowers his mouth to my skin and makes me lightheaded with his tongue on the peaks of my chest.

He brings his lips back to mine as I struggle to get all the buttons on the front of his shirt open, then push it off his shoulders. Shoving it the rest of the way off, he presses his lower half into me, making me moan. His gaze slams into me and warms my skin further.

“Quiet,” he murmurs, fire blazing in his gaze. He trails his lips down my chest, and my nipples harden in response. His tongue dips, catching my breath as he takes my breast into his mouth.

I slide my hands down his taut chest and pull his pants down enough for him to spring free. When my fingers reach out to wrap around his thick length, he groans against my skin, sending delicious vibrations through my nerves.

“Quiet.” I echo his words.

He offers an amused glance and shifts his attention to the other breast, driving me wild all over again as I work my hand up and down, doing the same to him. If this were a competition, it’d be safe to say we’re both winners. The room fills with the combined sounds of our breaths, moans, kisses. My whole body feels hot, every nerve electrified under Tristan’s skillful hands.

“Aurora,” he breathes against my skin, teasing my neck with his lips as he adds his pants to the collection of clothes on the floor.

“Hmm?” I murmur.

“I need you.” His voice is low, gruff, filled with so much lust it makes my head spin.

“Yes,” I agree, warmth pooling between my thighs at the sound of his voice.

“Stay here,” he says in between kisses. He gets off the couch, and I admire the view as he walks out of the room. He’s back quickly, tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it on as he approaches.

He crawls over me, his gaze meeting mine. “Rory?” he says softly, splaying his fingers across my cheek. “Are you still with me, sweetheart?”

I meet his gaze and smile. “I’m here.”

He kisses me before leaning away. “You’re sure?”

I nod. “I’m here,” I repeat. There’s not a place on this earth I’d rather be.

He presses his lips together, and before I can comment on his annoying little smirk, his lips are back on mine, and I feel him hard against my thigh.

“Lift your hips,” he instructs in a voice that would make me do just about anything.

I do as I’m told, and he slides into me in one quick, smooth motion, sealing his mouth over mine and swallowing the moan that escapes my lips.

His thrusts are slow and deep, drawing soft sounds from me with ease. He groans against my lips as he reaches between our bodies and tweaks the bundle of nerves between my legs. My hips buck against him, pushing him in deeper and making me clench around him.

“Dammit, Rory.” His breath is hot against my cheek. He nips my bottom lip before kissing me hard.

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