“You’re insane,” I told him. Though, not nearly with as much anger as there should have been.
When his eyes opened again, the icy grey color seemed to glisten back at me. “Aren’t we all?” he asked. A wide grin stretched his face, and he laughed again. “Go on. Get cleaned up. I’ll take care of this room for you.”
I didn’t have the mind to argue, I was still coming out of the daze I had been forced into. My skin buzzed with energy again, and I needed to walk it off. Leaving my pants behind, I left the cell and walked up the stairs, peeking around the wall to make sure Azrael was nowhere in sight.
I made it all the way to my room, when I noticed the door had been opened. I stepped inside and saw Tristan sitting on the edge of my bed. Helooked up at me, lifting a piece of bathing cloth in his hand. “I heard,” he said calmly. “I’ve already warmed the bath.”
Just the sight of him had the heat in my veins shifting, moving to a… different area. My skin still itched from everything that had just happened. Without thinking, I approached Tristan until I stood before him.
“I’ll punish Malakai. He never should have done that. He didnothave my permission to?—”
“Touch me,” I whispered, spreading my legs over his lap and climbing on top of him.
“What?” he asked, surprise lifting his voice.
I couldn’t stop myself. My body begged for relief, with my mind swirling and fire still rushing throughout my body. “I need it, Tristan. I needyou.”
This is so wrong, Morrigan. You can’t seriously ask him to?—
His hands found my hips, and my lips fell onto his. The second we kissed, everything in my mind quieted. No more worry, no more adrenaline.
Just fire and darkness molding themselves together as his own arousal washed over me.
“Are you sure?” he asked gruffly, digging his fingers into my waist as I grinded my hips against him. He let out a breathy groan, but stopped me for a moment. “Your emotions are high right now, Morrigan. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
When I pulled back from him, I stared into his eyes. With my finger, I traced the black markings that went through one of them, drawing lines over the side of his face and down to his neck. Then, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him until he laid flat on his back.
“I need this,” I whispered, climbing over him and planting kisses along his collarbone.
“What do you need?” His question came out breathless, and his fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt as he slowly undid them, exposing my breasts to him.
"To let go.”
As I shrugged off the shirt, Tristan moved to his pants and began pushing them down his hips. He kicked them off and laid back, his eyes trailing over my chest in a way that made me feel wanted… desired…
The way his cheeks flushed as he gazed at my body gave me a kind of power that I never knew I had.
“I’m yours, Morrigan,” he whispered.
Chapter 26
MORRIGAN
That string that pulled us to each other had now lit on fire, and it stung in the most pleasurable way.
I traced the markings on Tristan’s chest with my fingers, leaving no spot untouched as I admired his body. I didn’t pay any mind to the way his touch raked over mine as well. Leaning down, I began planting kisses along his skin, barely touching his chest with my lips. I felt his hands tighten their grasp on my hips, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
Slowly, I trailed my lips down until I reached his navel, and he shuddered a little. I stole a peek at his face, noticing he had propped himself onto his elbows as he watched me. A blush rose to my cheeks, and my confidencedimmed just a little. “I’ve… never done this before,” I whispered, “but I want to.”
I had seen women on their knees at the masquerade. They were using their mouths to pleasure the men that had escorted them. I knewofthe act, but I hadn’t actually tried it yet. It truthfully didn’t look that enticing before. However, with the way Tristan’s throat bobbed as he watched me, I felt a sharp pulse between my thighs. I didn’t want him to stop looking at me like that… ever.
“I’ll guide you,” he assured me. Placing a hand on my cheek, he caressed it in such an intimate way; it may have been the most arousing sensation I had ever felt. Then, he pressed his thumb into my bottom lip. “Open up.”
Nervously, I opened my mouth for him, and he moved his thumb to my tongue. Tristan looked dazed. His eyes lowered slightly as he stared at me. I didn’t know why I did what I did next, but I wrapped my lips around his thumb—like I’d seen those women do. With my tongue, I licked around it and sucked, watching his facial features tense in response.
… like a fucking dream…
As I caught the tail end of his thought, I realized it may not have been meant for me to hear. But it made me smile nonetheless, and Tristan rolled his eyes in response.
