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He lifted his head and gazed down at me, holding my eyes, trapping me there. “Shh, I got you,” he whispered.
Sweat beaded between my breasts, rolled down my back as he lowered his head to mine and circled his hips, changing the angle. A whimper tore from my throat, needy and wanton as pleasure blasted through me.
It was too intense, too much but I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he muttered. “Do you think you can get there?”
“Touch me,” I said, taking one of his hands in mine and guiding it to my clit. “Touch me like before.”
Raw lust glittered in his dark eyes as he pressed his thumb there and began working me.
“Yes… God, yes…” I held on to his forearm, chanting his name like a vigil as my body began to tremble. “Tristan…Tristan… I’m…”
“Let go, Principessa. Come for me.”
His words were my undoing and I splintered apart. Soaring higher than I ever had before.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, thrusting into me with vigor. “Fuck…fuuuuck.” He came hard, jerking inside me.
Breathless we held onto one another as if we never wanted to let go. And part of me didn’t. Because when we did, this perfect moment would dissipate…
Leaving nothing but the nightmare we were trapped in.
* * *
“How do you feel?”Tristan asked me as he checked the weapons for the third time.
There had been no post-sex cuddles, no romantic talks. Tristan had held me for a few minutes, found me something to clean up with, then informed me we needed to get ready.
Part of me knew he was trying to avoid talking about what had happened. He’d taken my virginity after I’d begged him to do it. It had been the single most intense experience of my life and he was acting like it was nothing.
“I’m fine,” I clipped out, hating how quickly things had gone to crap.
But what did I really expect?
Tristan had made it clear we couldn’t be together and I’d pushed him anyway.
Tears stung my eyes but I swallowed them down.
“Alessia, look at me.”
I was Alessia now.
That stung.
I met his eyes and gave him a tight smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I said I’m fine.”
He let out an exasperated breath. “We need to talk about this, but now isn’t the right time.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
He clicked his tongue, murmuring something in Italian.
“We don’t—”
The radio crackled to life and fear flooded me. Tristan messed with the dials and lowered the volume, holding it to his ear.
