Page 32 of Pretty Little Thief


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I don’t want to think about all my troubles.

I just want to feel.

And right now, I feel alive.

Tristan releases my throat, his hand moves down between my breasts, then over my stomach and further south. He lightly glides his palm over my apex, adding more pressure as he rotates in circles over my dress.

His body moves in front of me, leaning forward, his mouth flush against my lips.

“Am I the first to touch you here, little bird?” he asks, deviously.

His nickname for me no longer sounds like an insult but more of a calling to my soul.

Just as I open my mouth to respond, he circles over my bud once more. Fumbled words come out as heavy moans. As much as I try, I can’t seem to stop them. He’s ignited a desire inside of me that I’ll never be able to put out.

Tristan silences me with his lips, capturing every sound with the fury of his tongue.

The invasion leaves me breathless. After a beat, he starts to pull away. I find myself chasing after him with my tongue.

I lose all sense of space and time, seeking out the burning desire inside of me.

I need more—so much more.

My hands wander against him, but he’s covered in armor. I want to feel his body the way he’s feeling mine.

He grabs hold of my wrists, clutching them in one hand and throwing them over my head.

The power he wields over me is a force I can no longer fight.

Tristan breaks our kiss, stepping back, leaving me longing for more. The absence of his touch leaves me with a sense of abandonment I wasn’t prepared for.

Anger clouds my mind. I was just about to fall over the cliff of ecstasy, and he stopped.

He fucking stopped.

“What are you—” my words cut off as I feel him drop to his knees, lifting the hem of my dress over his head.

“I want to taste your first climax on my tongue, little bird,” he says, throatily. “I want you to remember how I made you feel the first time your body was brought to life. Remember me on my knees, worshipping every inch of your tight pussy.”

His words are filthy, nudging me further to the edge of euphoria.

Confused and needy, I stand, waiting for him to make a move.

That’s when he does it. His tongue swipes my apex, licking places where no man should have his tongue.

With that, my body jolts forward. The sensation I was chasing mere minutes ago has returned with a fierceness.

He laps up every ounce of me as my knees begin to shake and my body falls back against the wall. I can no longer stand on my own.

Tristan surprises me, pushing my leg over his shoulder giving him ample room to work his magical tongue, while helping me keep my balance.

He pushes his tongue between my slit until he’s inside of me.

My control snaps, unleashing the beast within my soul.

I grapple with my dress until I can finally reach him, grabbing hold of his hair with both my hands and pushing him harder into my core. He sends me diving over a cliff to paradise.

Even with my legs shaking and my knees buckling, Tristan doesn’t stop. He waits until my breathing is back to normal and he’s licked up every drop of wetness that’s escaped my body.

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