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CHAPTER7
ALESSIA
“Tristan, say something,” I whispered, my cheeks burning with shame. And other things.
Dark, desperate things.
I hadn’t meant to kiss him, to press my lips to his neck. But he was my anchor in such stormy unpredictable seas, and I didn’t want to let go.
Everything I’d said was true.
I didn’t want to die a virgin. To take my last breath without ever knowing what it felt like to be worshipped and adored, even if only for a moment.
“Principessa, you don’t know what you’re asking of me.” He dropped his head to mine, inhaling a ragged breath.
His torment was a living breathing thing, an icy wall between us. But I would not be deterred, not this time.
“I want this, Tristan.” I laid my hand against his cheek. “I want you… so much. I always have.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, easing away to look at me. “It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.”
“Nothing about this situation is right, but I choose this. I choose you. Please. Show me what it is like, Tristan. Give me this, just once, I beg you.”
His hand buried deep in my hair, tilting my face up so he could brush his lips over mine. Once. Twice. Letting his tongue dart out and taste me, parting my lips softly and plunging deep inside.
A whimper caught in my throat. Needy and breathless. He felt so good, kissing me, holding me right where he wanted me. I’d dreamed of this so many times before but it didn’t come close to the real thing. His mouth was unyielding, giving me everything I wanted and taking all that he demanded in return. Our tongues tangled, with slow, sure strokes that made me burn inside.
“We should stop,” he breathed the words on my lips.
I shook my head, pulling him closer, locking my fingers together behind his neck. “Give me this… please.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I want to feel you,allof you.”
Tristan murmured something under his breath, his eyes shuttering. But when they opened again, they were dark and full of hunger. He dragged me onto his lap, letting my legs fall open so that I straddled him.
“I shouldn’t want—”
“Shh.” I pressed a finger to his lips. “Touch me, Tristan. Feel how much I want this.”
It was messed up. We were in the middle of nowhere, being hunted. But all I could think about was this. Him. Us. Being with him before we went back out there, into that… that nightmare.
“Please…” I rolled my hips above him, desperate to feel him. He gripped my hips, stilling me.
“Hold on,” he breathed the words against my mouth as his other hand dipped between our bodies and found my core. “Fuck, Principessa. You are so wet for me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I nodded.
Tristan cupped me, sliding his fingers over my damp underwear, hissing his approval. “Something tells me once I do this, I’ll never be able to stop.”
His words sent a dark thrill through me as I slid my fingers through his hair, brushing my nose against his and peppering tiny kisses over his face.
He took his time, teasing me, rubbing me in slow, torturous circles before hooking his fingers into the lace and touching me. Skin on skin, he opened me to him and pressed two fingers inside me.
“Oh God.” My forehead dropped to his shoulder as I lifted my hips slightly, trying to guide him deeper.
“Patience, Principessa.” He scolded, curling them deeper, stretching me to the point where pain and pleasure blurred together.
