Chapter 191

Tristan

I smiled against her stomach before continuing my journey downward, kissing her hip bones, the inside of her thighs. When I finally put my mouth on her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

I took my time there too, tasting her, learning what made her writhe and beg.

Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her as I worked her higher and higher.

When she came against my mouth, crying out my name, I felt a surge of possessive satisfaction that she was mine, ...