Page 120 of Shattered By Grace

And then…he dropped to his knees.

Right in front of her.

Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

His dark eyes lifted, locking onto hers through thick lashes, the picture of pure, sinful temptation. Water streamed over his sculpted shoulders, his lips parted just slightly, a smirk ghosting over them as if he already knew exactly how undone she was.

Oh, fuck.

“Hold on,” he murmured.

She swallowed hard, planting her hands on his broad, steady shoulders, needing the support as her legs threatened to give out beneath her. He tapped the side of her foot, a silent command. She obeyed without thinking, caught in the spell of his touch.

He washed her with slow, torturous precision, his fingers dragging over her calf, her ankle, the arch of her foot before lowering it back down and moving to the other. Each stroke, each deliberate brush of his fingertips sent little shivers racing up her spine, anticipation coiling tighter in her stomach.

And then, instead of standing, he leaned in.

A featherlight kiss against her inner thigh. A slow, lingering drag of his fingers over her skin. Her breath caught, hands trembling against his shoulders.

Tristan looked up at her, that wicked smirk deepening. “You’re trembling, love. Should I stop?”

A breathy “no” escaped her lips, barely a sound, but Tristan heard it and felt it in the way she leaned back against the cool tile, her body surrendering to him. The water had cooled slightly, a sharp contrast to the heat burning beneath her skin, but it only made everything more intense.

His hand found her stomach, trailing upward with agonizing slowness, teasing, as if he had all the patience in the world while she was unraveling beneath him.

His fingers skimmed the curve of her breast, brushing over her hardened nipple in a way that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through her. At the same time, his mouth moved lower, lips and tongue tracing a path that had her thighs trembling.

Tristan hummed against her skin, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “You’re shaking again, love.”

Her fingers tangled in his wet hair, nails scraping against his scalp as if she needed something to ground herself. The other hand flew to her mouth, teeth sinking into her palm in a desperate attempt to muffle the moan clawing its way out.

“Please, Tristan.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, wrecked, pleading.

But he didn’t let up. If anything, her words only fueled him.

His mouth worked her with slow, devastating precision, each flick of his tongue a calculated move in his ruthless game of control. He took his time, dragging out every sensation, savoring the way she trembled beneath him, the way her thighs clenched as if she could trap him there and keep him exactly where she needed him.

Slow. Dangerous. Addictive.

Tristan was destroying her inch by inch, and he fucking knew it.

Victoria’s breath hitched, her spine arching as his fingers slid inside her, curling with devastating precision. “Oh, God…” The words tumbled from her lips, breathless, wrecked.

Without breaking his rhythm, Tristan gripped her thighs and lifted her, adjusting her so she was suspended in his grasp, her legs draped over his shoulders. The shift sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, opening her to him completely, his mouth now perfectly aligned against her clit.

He devoured her.

His tongue moved in slow, torturous strokes as his fingers pressed deeper, finding that spot that made her vision blur. Her fingers tightened in his wet hair, desperate for something to anchor herself as waves of pleasure built higher, hotter, tighter.

“That’s it, love,” his rasped against her, the vibrations sending another sharp jolt through her. “Come for me.”

She shattered.

A cry tore from her throat as pleasure consumed her, rolling through her in pulse after pulse of unbearable bliss. Her body trembled in his grasp, her thighs quivering against his shoulders as he wrung every last bit from her, refusing to stop until she was completely undone.

When she finally sagged against him, breath coming in ragged gasps, Tristan pressed a final, lingering kiss against her before lowering her back down and standing.

His dark eyes burned into hers, the heat there unmistakable. “Now you’re clean.”

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