Now I’m in trouble with Tristan.
Standing next to him in the elevator, I worry my bottom lip as I watch the numbers climb. Feeling self-conscious, I tug at the hem of the dress.
“It’s not going to get any longer now,” Tristan snaps.
Crap.
The doors slide open, and as Tristan moves forward, I’m yanked into the penthouse. With the heels I’m wearing, I struggle to keep up with him, and on the last step, one of the stupid heels catches, and I drop to the ground.
Tristan lets out a growl as he crouches, and then I’m swept up against his chest. My arms quickly wrap around his neck, and I get a close-up view of his clenched jaw.
God, he’s angry.
I’m just about to apologize again when he throws me onto the bed. A surprised shriek escapes me as I bounce once. Tristan grabs hold of the fabric by my breasts, and with one hard yank, he rips the dress right down the middle. “Tristan,” I gasp, too shocked for anything louder.
His icy gaze snaps to mine, and then he growls, “You will never wear shit like this again.”
I nod quickly.
Needing to calm him down, I lift my hand to his jaw. Tristan presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist and then bites into the flesh. I let out another gasp as a rush of explosive tingles race over my skin.
His mouth moves up my arm, his teeth scraping, his lips soothing. When he reaches the curve of my breasts, my back arches for him.
He rips my bra off, and I have zero time to be self-conscious because his teeth clamp down on my nipple, drawing a cry from me.
I feel a sudden sting as my panties are yanked off, and then it’s as if Tristan loses his mind.
I knew he was intense… but God… this is… I grab hold of the covers as Tristan spreads my legs, and then he bites my clit.
“Too intense,” I cry, and I try to pull myself away from his mouth.
He grabs hold of my hips and yanks me back into place. I hear my heels drop to the floor.
His eyes are on fire as they snap to mine. I watch as he sucks his middle finger into his mouth, and then my body arches as he thrusts it hard inside me. My lips part, and I can’t manage a sound as his touch bites at my sensitive flesh.
His mouth closes over my clit, and he sucks so hard, I instantly try to scramble away from the intensity.
Again, Tristan yanks me back into place with a low growl. My heart hammers in my chest, and my breaths race over my lips as he devours me until a painful orgasm rips a scream from me. The sound is sharp, just like the intense tightening in my abdomen.
My breaths keep catching in my throat, and I struggle to draw in a full one.
Overwhelmed, I can only watch as Tristan yanks off his jacket. He rips his shirt off, sending buttons shooting into the air. One lands on my fluttering chest. When he undoes his belt, and I hear the hiss of the leather against fabric, there’s a tightening in my core.
As the zip goes down, my eyes begin to widen. Tristan moves off the bed, and my jaw drops as he pushes the fabric down his muscled thighs.
Oh. My. God.
Seeing Tristan naked for the first time clears my head of the post-orgasm glow, and I begin to worry. Even his cock looks angry.
Too long. Too thick. Feverish. Like velvet stretched over steel.
Tristan places a knee on the mattress, and taking hold of my hips, he hauls me to the edge of the bed.
I try to brace myself, my heart and breaths nothing but panicky flutters.
Whatever Tristan sees on my face calms him enough so that he leans over me. Pressing a tender kiss to my mouth, he murmurs, “It might hurt at first, but I’ll make it better.”
Needing a moment to get ready, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply.
Too soon, Tristan pulls free from my tight grip without any effort on his part.
With wide eyes, I watch as he takes hold of his cock. There’s something so erotic about the sight, my knees press against his sides as I try to rub my thighs against each other.
A smirk forms on Tristan’s face, and with hooded eyes, he watches my reaction as he strokes himself. “Are you ready, Hana?”
TRISTAN
Waves of satisfaction crash over me as I watch Hana’s response to my every movement.
“Yes,” she breathes the word I’ve been dying to hear.
Yanking the bedside drawer open, I grab a condom. I tear the foil with my teeth and impatiently roll the rubber onto my cock.
My gaze drops to Hana’s pussy. As I take in how fucking sexy she is spread over my bed, my lips pull back to bare my teeth. Her body is a heavenly sight I don’t deserve to see.
Taking hold of my cock, I rub the head over her clit to lubricate the condom more. My eyes flick between her flushed face and her opening. I grip her hip tightly, and positioning myself, I thrust into her, watching with primal dominance as I stretch her wide open.
Hana’s head thrashes to the side, and she grabs hold of the covers as a cry is torn from her. I only manage to enter her halfway before I’m met with resistance from her narrow channel.
Her body arches, her hips fighting my grip as she tries to pull herself up the bed.
“Shh…” I shudder, and my muscles tense as I struggle to hold back so she can adjust to me. “Are you okay?” I grind the words out through clenched teeth.
Hana gasps for air, and I wait for her to nod before my hold on her hips tightens. I thrust hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Her desperate gasp is music to my ears, feeding the darkness in me. Glancing down, I see her silky skin wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, and it strips me of the little self-control I have.
Like a beast waking from hibernation, my body begins to move. I pull out and drive back inside her, my eyes locked on where we’re joined. Every muscle tenses and rolls as I start to hammer into her, my cock craving for the darkest corner inside her.
Every thrust is met with restraint from Hana’s inner walls. Dominant and savage, I fight to conquer her body, forcing her to submit.
Lifting my gaze, I imprison Hana’s lust-darkened eyes. A seductive look relaxes her features, her black lashes lowering over her eyes. Her hips begin to meet my thrusts, her nipples hard pebbles begging for my teeth.
My mouth curves up as she surrenders. My fingers dig into her skin, and with a biting hold, I begin to yank her against me while I plunge harder inside her.
My release creeps closer, stealthily clawing its way down my spine. My breaths become explosive, my heart battering my ribs.
A fine coating of sweat makes Hana’s skin shimmer like a million stars. Her hands free the covers only to grab hold of my wrists. When her nails sink into my skin, my fingers dig deeper into her hips.
Hana’s entire body begins to move like a wave rolling to shore, making me hammer into her as hard and fast as I can. Our harsh breaths, and the sound of my pelvis hitting her pussy, is soon joined by Hana’s whimpers. Her nails dig deeper as her body begins to quiver like a coil that’s about to snap.
“Come, Hana,” I demand, way too close to my own orgasm.
With a scream, her body bows off the bed. Her breathing stops, and an agonizingly breathtaking expression tightens her features.
Hana begins to convulse in my hold, whimpers and sighs from her parted lips creating the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Time slows down, and I become highly aware of her inner walls clamping down on my cock. My gaze burns over Hana’s glistening skin, her pebbled nipples, her fluttering chest, her exposed neck, her parted lips, before locking onto her dazed eyes.