Without removing his delectable hand, he opened the falls of his trousers and gently slid her hand through. They both exhaled when she touched him. He showed how to stroke him while rubbing her. And suddenly the emotions were too much for herbody. Between him touching her and she touching him, her skin became extremely sensitive and the temperature too high.
When he added another finger, she couldn’t contain the burst of pleasure building up. She had barely time to clamp a hand over her mouth before a scream came out of her. He groaned deep in his throat, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
She sagged back, panting and wondering how she could lead a normal life after that monumental shift in her world.
He inched his hand out of her skirt, scattering kisses on her heated face. He wiped himself with his handkerchief, and she was too stunned and dizzy with happiness to offer help.
He kissed her again. Somehow, his musk was more intense than before.
“You’re so beautiful I have no defence against you. Your kindness and brightness conquered every dark spot within me. I have nothing else to surrender. My heart is yours.”
She didn’t know how to reply to that, still reeling from the release. “Tristan, I’m yours.”
He adjusted her skirts, exhaling. “I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t want you to experience this in a stable.”
“I forgot we were in a stable.”
“Still, I can offer something better if you want.”
“I do,” she said before she could think, but she didn’t need to. “I trust you, Tristan.”
He took her face and kissed her again with passion and determination, and she returned both of them because she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She had no doubts about that.
