who erupted so quickly. “Julia?”
“Don’t stop,” she said. At each point of contact, each time the apex of her thighs brushed his erection, her hands clutched him tighter, a little more desperately. No matter Julia’s former protests to the contrary, these were the actions of a woman in need of immediate fulfillment.
She liked him in that way.
Satisfaction swept through him as he imagined fulfilling her in every fashion he knew.
“I can’t get enough,” she panted, her breathing labored, her eyes still closed. She continued to gyrate against him. “You promised more. I want more.”
Her words went straight to his shaft, making him harden and swell to the point of pain. He knew she was wet, so wet he would have no trouble sliding his width inside of her.
“I’ll give you everything,” he said. His own breaths were coming a little too quickly. “This I swear to you.”
This time when he claimed her mouth, he did not have to request that she open for him. Eagerly her tongue swept out to meet him, rolling and sparring with his. Even their teeth clashed with the force of their need. She nipped at his bottom lip as if she wanted to devour him. Her legs entwined with his, and she rubbed more forcefully against his erection. She gripped his buttocks, then reached around and cupped his heavy sac through his drocs.
He sucked in a breath. She was like liquid fire and a wild storm combined. At that moment he wanted to push so deep within her she could only gasp his name. He wanted to feel her inner walls clench as she searched for release, wanted to feel that powerful surge of pleasure while he held her naked and spent himself inside her.
He wanted all of that from one simple kiss and a few caresses. Inconceivable.
A kiss shouldn’t be this good, this magical, he thought. A kiss shouldn’t consume him, shouldn’t make him yearn for impossible things. But it did. Suddenly he yearned. With each press of their tongues, with each brush of their bodies, he yearned for their souls to connect, for their hearts to beat in sync.
He yearned for forever. No, surely not.
He had never felt this…pull before. This need for another to be a part of him. Surely this had nothing to do with Julia herself, he rationalized, but everything to do with a man’s desire to conquer.
Aye. That was it. Little Julia was proving to be moreenticing, more exciting, than he’d first imagined, and his warrior’s instinct demanded he conquer her. That was all. She might taste like ambrosia and feel softer than gartina petals, but she meant nothing more to him than the rest of his women.
She was not special.
Determined now to prove to himself that he could take her and remain emotionless, he trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, all the while keeping his mind detached. She is nothing, he told himself, merely a guan ren.
“I’m going to remove your clothing now, nixa. ”
“Yes, I—” Julia paused. Something wasn’t right, she realized. Something was different now. He sounded cold and callous, completely uncaring.
She shoved her way out of the sensual fire raging inside her mind and slowly regained her common sense. Details danced within her grasp, then solidified. Tristan wasn’t breathing hard, wasn’t even winded, while she labored for every breath. He appeared perfectly skilled, dispassionate and restrained while she arched and writhed for more.
His expression was impassive, his eyes devoid of emotion, his lips firm, hard. He did not look like a passionate lover. He looked…removed. Like a slave doing his master’s bidding. He didn’t really want her, she realized. He merely played a part. Nausea and embarrassment churned in her stomach.
With calm, sure movements, he began to work her shirt over her head.
“No.” Julia jerked backward, away from Tristan and the magnetic force of his body.
I’m an idiot. Why hadn’t she pushed him away the first moment he touched her? But she already knew the
“Don’t stop,” she said. At each point of contact, each time the apex of her thighs brushed his erection, her hands clutched him tighter, a little more desperately. No matter Julia’s former protests to the contrary, these were the actions of a woman in need of immediate fulfillment.
She liked him in that way.
Satisfaction swept through him as he imagined fulfilling her in every fashion he knew.
“I can’t get enough,” she panted, her breathing labored, her eyes still closed. She continued to gyrate against him. “You promised more. I want more.”
Her words went straight to his shaft, making him harden and swell to the point of pain. He knew she was wet, so wet he would have no trouble sliding his width inside of her.
“I’ll give you everything,” he said. His own breaths were coming a little too quickly. “This I swear to you.”
This time when he claimed her mouth, he did not have to request that she open for him. Eagerly her tongue swept out to meet him, rolling and sparring with his. Even their teeth clashed with the force of their need. She nipped at his bottom lip as if she wanted to devour him. Her legs entwined with his, and she rubbed more forcefully against his erection. She gripped his buttocks, then reached around and cupped his heavy sac through his drocs.
He sucked in a breath. She was like liquid fire and a wild storm combined. At that moment he wanted to push so deep within her she could only gasp his name. He wanted to feel her inner walls clench as she searched for release, wanted to feel that powerful surge of pleasure while he held her naked and spent himself inside her.
He wanted all of that from one simple kiss and a few caresses. Inconceivable.
A kiss shouldn’t be this good, this magical, he thought. A kiss shouldn’t consume him, shouldn’t make him yearn for impossible things. But it did. Suddenly he yearned. With each press of their tongues, with each brush of their bodies, he yearned for their souls to connect, for their hearts to beat in sync.
He yearned for forever. No, surely not.
He had never felt this…pull before. This need for another to be a part of him. Surely this had nothing to do with Julia herself, he rationalized, but everything to do with a man’s desire to conquer.
Aye. That was it. Little Julia was proving to be moreenticing, more exciting, than he’d first imagined, and his warrior’s instinct demanded he conquer her. That was all. She might taste like ambrosia and feel softer than gartina petals, but she meant nothing more to him than the rest of his women.
She was not special.
Determined now to prove to himself that he could take her and remain emotionless, he trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, all the while keeping his mind detached. She is nothing, he told himself, merely a guan ren.
“I’m going to remove your clothing now, nixa. ”
“Yes, I—” Julia paused. Something wasn’t right, she realized. Something was different now. He sounded cold and callous, completely uncaring.
She shoved her way out of the sensual fire raging inside her mind and slowly regained her common sense. Details danced within her grasp, then solidified. Tristan wasn’t breathing hard, wasn’t even winded, while she labored for every breath. He appeared perfectly skilled, dispassionate and restrained while she arched and writhed for more.
His expression was impassive, his eyes devoid of emotion, his lips firm, hard. He did not look like a passionate lover. He looked…removed. Like a slave doing his master’s bidding. He didn’t really want her, she realized. He merely played a part. Nausea and embarrassment churned in her stomach.
With calm, sure movements, he began to work her shirt over her head.
“No.” Julia jerked backward, away from Tristan and the magnetic force of his body.
I’m an idiot. Why hadn’t she pushed him away the first moment he touched her? But she already knew the
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