He adjusted her on his lap, making sure her legs straddled his thighs and her knees rested on the chair’s arms.
He never stopped kissing her.
* * *
TRISTAN LONGED to consume every inch of Julia. He slowly worked his way down her body, skimming the soft curve of her stomach. Then he reached around to caress the silky curve of her bottom. Her indrawn breath told him just how much she liked it.
Quickly losing his fragile hold on sanity, he explored her wet, feminine center more intimately, teasing her with a finger.
Rocking her hips, chasing the digit, she uttered a low, throaty moan. He watched her face, watched the way her lips parted so uninhibitedly. The way she arched her back, silently demanding more.
“That’s it, draga. Move for me.”
“Tristan…” she began, only to draw in a breath when he laved her nipple. She was open for him in more ways than one.
This woman affected him as no other. Hearing his name on her lips was more arousing than actually making love with another. Julia made him feel complete, whole, as if he’d been born merely to know her. As if enduring thousands of spans in torment had a purpose.
Before Zirra, he might not have appreciated Julia’s kindness and concern. Now he knew how rare—how valuable—such things were. When you found someone who exemplified those qualities, you held on and never let go.
She released another moan as his bare skin rubbed against hers. Every point of contact proved electric, consuming. Soon she was writhing, doing her best to grind against him.
“Ready to hurl over the edge, draga?”
* * *
“YES!” PRESSURE coiled inside Julia, set to explode at any moment. “Don’t stop.” Her breath came in short, erratic pants. “Everywhere you touch, heat ripples under my skin. Never stop touching me. Promise?”
“Promise.” He groaned deep in his throat, the vibration touching her all the way to her toes.
He penetrated her with a second finger, and her inner muscles instantly tightened, fierce pleasure erupting with the force of an avalanche. “Yes, yes, yes!”
The climax ripped through her, muscles jerking, and she screamed.
While the orgasm still hummed with life, he scissored his fingers deep within her, stretching her, making her ready for his invasion. With his other hand, he gripped one side of her hips to help her imitate the rhythm of sex. Once. Twice. He pushed his fingers deeper, pulled out, then pushed in once again. Her need for him amazed her. Addicted her. Not just his touch, but him. His voice, his smile, his happiness.
Having deprived her body of satisfaction for so long, it now demanded compensation. More, more, more. The climax was only the beginning.
“By Elliea, Julia, I have never felt anything so hot,” Tristan praised. “So good, so tight.”
Sensation eclipsed time. Fiery pleasure grew within her, the embers all but inextinguishable. Each movement she made served only one purpose. To gain deliverance from the sweet torment he continually inflicted.
“Come inside me, Tristan. I need you.” Then she would come again.
He removed his fingers, then removed her blindfold and stared up at her face. “I want to taste you.”
Taste you. It took a moment for Julia’s passion-glazed mind to register what it was he actually wanted to do. Panicked replaced her sensual haze, and she leaned back, drawing her knees together. “No, thank you,” she said, shaking her head.
“So polite.” One corner of his mouth curved up. “You want me to do this.”
Yes! No! Maybe? “What if you don’t like it?”
“I’ll love it.”
“What if you don’t like it with me?”
“I’ll love it more because I’m with you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, as if to keep her from bolting. “Let me taste you. Let me give you pleasure with my tongue.”
Incapable of speech, she shook her head again and locked her legs even tighter. If she moved a fraction of an inch, her knees might ram into his erection.
He gently cupped her chin in his hands and tilted her face up to his. As she watched, he brought his other hand—the one he’d used to finger her—to his mouth. He licked the two fingers she’d had inside her body, and closed his eyes in surrender, as if he truly savored her taste.
Intense pleasure scorched her. She didn’t just want; she needed. “I…okay. All right. Yes.” Her voice sounded drugged, breathless with passion, honey-rich with uncertainty.
Bit by bit, she loosened the muscles in her thighs, giving him the access he craved.
His violet eyes brightened with triumph as he slid his hands between her legs, softly gripped her knees and pushed them farther apart. Then he urged two fingers inside of her and grinned again. “You’re even wetter than before. It requires every ounce of my self-preservation to submerge my intense hunger.”
Her cheeks blazed as he moved down, cupped her bottom and lifted her to brace her knees atop the arms of the chair. Her core hovered just in front of his mouth, his warm breath tickling her. He lowered his head slowly. Then…
His tongue flicked against the heart of her desire, and she threw back her head to scream to the ceiling. So good! Nothing—nothing!—had ever felt better for anyone ever.
He licked and sucked, moaning with pleasure all the while. He does. He loves it! Her bones liquefied, her nerves sizzled, and Julia feared what would happen if she never felt such exquisite agony again. Her ragged groans filled the room, mingling with near constant rumbles of thunder.
Her head thrashed from side to side, causing her hair to stream wildly down her back, and even that served as a stimulant. The silky tendrils caressed her heated skin, tickling.
For some reason, Tristan pulled away.
“Noooo.” She tightened her thighs, trying to secure him in place until he satiated the need pulsing so steadily through her blood. “Come back.”
“Like it, do you?” He uttered a hoarse chuckle. “I do, as well, draga.” His tongue stroked,
