P R E V I O U S L Y
"You know what? I think I will," he whispered softly in my ear, his voice a dulcet caress as he picked up a glass of wine, swept me off my feet and headed upstairs.
[WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. AND PLEASE READ IT ONLY WHEN ALONE! ;)]
HARTINGTON CASTLE, ALNWICK, STORMHOLT.
EDWINA
TRISTAN BOLTED THE DOOR, LOCKING it shut as he put me down with a knowing grin. My lips twitched up in a smile as we both regarded each other, our gazes meeting in an ancient dance of our entwined souls. He leaned casually against the wall, sipping the blood red sangria, and his eyes twinkled roguishly as he watched me over the gold rimmed glass.
"Did I ever tell you you're kind of beautiful, woman?"
"No, I believe you didn't," I shot him a disarming smile, unable to contain the excitement and heavy arousal burning in my chest. Desire overwhelmed me, a welcome relief from the chaos of the last few weeks. The only thing I wanted right now was to have my body pressed against his. Tristan raised an eyebrow in mocking enjoyment, flinging his black cloak aside.
"Now," he whispered huskily, taking a step closer, "I do believe we have some... unfinished business to take care of."
"Mmm."
"Ah. Remind me where we left off last night?"
"Who the fuck cares? We can start over from the beginning," I cooed sultrily. He was now close enough for me to see the artery pushing at his strong throat, the fine white skin visible through the shirt he was wearing, the first two buttons open. His voice rolled and curled against my skin, like smoke in the air.
"Hmmm... but you did ask for someone to shut you up first," he muttered with a grin, taking another sip and moving closer.
His heady scent was all around me, spice and wild musk and brushed leather. Tonight it held a raw edge to it, something more thrilling. With deliberate slowness, I gave Tristan a mysterious smile and pried the goblet out of his hands, taking a sip of the wine. My eyes drank in the heavenly sight of him. Messy black hair so soft it melted in my hands, eyes darker than any galaxy, flames of midnight blue passion sparking in them. He watched my lipstick stain the gold rim, amused, yet his gaze was smoldering hot.
"Who did you have in mind?" I asked innocently. He deftly took the wine back, lips curling.
"I think I'll take full responsibility," he said thoughtfully, draining the glass in one sip.
"Oh, really?" my voice was a challenge and an invitation.
"Ah, yes."
He flung the empty wineglass over his shoulder, and it broke into a thousand pieces as it shattered in the corner. He rolled his sleeves, never taking his eyes off me, silently closing the distance between us. I licked my lips at the sight of those powerful muscles of his forearms, my head already spinning with a lot of not so innocent thoughts.
Tristan slowly brushed aside the hair falling over my face, fingers lightly touching my chin. When he spoke, his voice was dangerously soft with lust, heavy with promise.
"That's exactly what I think I'll do, Edwina Tremayne. I am going to make you shut up," he promised. "And when I'm done with you, let's see if that smart mouth of yours has anything to say, yes?" he teased ominously. His voice made the hair on my skin stand up, and my insides tightened in anticipation.
"Yes," I breathed.
"I'm going to kiss every inch of your skin, right from your sinful red lips, to the tips of your pink toes and everything in between. How does that sound to you?" he asked, tilting my chin up with two slim fingers. I wanted to belong to him, I wanted to be possessed by him.
"That sounds wonderful."
He lightly brushed his fingers over my lip, leaving behind burning trails on my skin. I bit my lip again and saw desire gleam in his dark eyes as he crushed me to his chest. Arousing tingles of electricity travelled up my spine as he backed me to the wall, gently nudging my thighs apart with his knee. I felt his stiffness press against my side, nearly driving me insane, showing me just how badly he needed me.
Tristan gave me a wicked smile as he took my wrists and single handedly pinned them to the wall with a firm grip, making my back arch as I keened with desire. I curled around him as he lowered his head to meet my lips. Adrenaline shot up right into my veins as he touched me, passion thrumming in my blood. Those lips tasted delicious, like smoke issuing from a deadly flame. He pulled me closer and closer as if he had met me after centuries of separation.
"Yes," I moaned urgently, liquid heat coursing through my flesh, lighting every nerve aflame.
"Yes," he growled, sliding his tongue along the bottom of my upper lip, nibbling and sucking it as I nipped his with equal passion.
Tristan kissed me senseless, making me whimper and moan, his hands everywhere, slipping on my body. He kissed me like I was the first and last sip of champagne he'd ever savour. He kissed me till I was panting and gasping for breath. I wrapped my legs around him as he nipped at my lower lip with his teeth, pulling out the stray pins from my hair, then pulled it back, angling my jaw up. I let out a hitched cry as Tristan pressed feather soft kisses across my jaw, fingers tangled in the curls of my hair.
My cheeks bore a warm, red flush as my breasts tightened and ached with heavy desire. His hands began to undress me as his eyes did the same, raking down every inch of my skin with glittering, savage demand. I tangled my arms around his neck, too busy pressing my lips to his - as he busied himself with the strings at the back of my dress.
"Damn those strings," he muttered under his breath, pulling me off the wall swiftly and pushing me down on the satin sheets covering the bed.
"Difficult much, Valmont?" I laughed, as he climbed on top of me with a grin.
"Not at all, woman," Tristan whispered against my mouth, his silk tongue tasting like sweet, burnt wine. His furious, hungry lips found the hot pulse at my neck, skimming over them.
My back arched off the bed as I let out another moan, tangling my hands in his soft hair as it melted like butter in my palms.
"You have such a beautiful neck," he said huskily in my ear, "and such beautiful collarbones, begging to be kissed," he continued, and a low whimper rose up my throat as his warm tongue skimmed my surging pulse. "I have wanted to kiss your neck since so, so long, Edwina," his lips met the hollow of my throat, pressing sinful little kisses down my neck. I shuddered and nearly cried out as he touched my sensitive skin, nibbling and nipping and sucking at it hard enough to leave love bites behind.
"I will be very, very cross if you tear my pretty dress," I murmured, as Tristan ripped the satin and velvet away as easily as paper.
"I can get you a new dress," he breathed in a soft voice, his teeth grazing my earlobe, gently nipping at the skin. An amused grin lit up his face as I trembled and let out another low cry, my voice so hoarse with boiling desire that I barely recognized it myself.
"A new dress? I want lots of new dresses, Valmont. And they better be better than the one you're ripping to shreds right now."
He let out a silver laugh as I pulled him closer to me, my fingers hooked in the lapels of his shirt.
"Is the offer negotiable?"
"No," I teased. "Not at all."
"I'll get you as many dresses as you want, my woman," Tristan gave me a disarming smile, as fabric ripped and tore under me. I gasped in surprise as his hungry mouth grazed my collarbone, gently biting it. The sharp, sweet pain sent sparks of electricity running into my veins, and it drowned me in an even deeper ocean of arousal, my hands slipping over his body. I greedily tugged at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. His left hand joined mine, both sets of fingers finally pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.
Complete and perfect, he was utter god at its finest.
My hands were all over his lean, chiseled chest. Fine lines carved themselves on the white marble of his abdomen, accentuating the strong planes of his immortal body. The sharp, delectable swell of his ridged muscles moved as he tore and peeled the dress off my body, hands slowly making their way south.
"You beautiful, strong woman," he reverently whispered into my ear. "With your beautiful skin and beautiful neck and beautiful eyes."
When he reached the angry, twisted knot of a scar at my side, he gently pressed his cool lips to it. Gods, he was so good. The cool drove away the burning heat as he caressed it, kissing it, setting up ripples of sensation at the same time.
"Tristan, please," I breathed, and I didn't know if it was a plea for him to continue or stop. Waves of fire ebbed and flowed through me, as his cool fingers deftly manoeuvred their way on me. There was a loud tear as Tristan finally destroyed my gown, carelessly tossing it on the floor.
He sat there with his wicked smile and dangerous, hungry eyes, watching my chest heaving, drinking in the sight of me in my bra, panties and stockings.
"Hmmm... what do we do with you now?" Tristan wondered, fingers lightly running down my legs, as I shivered in response.
"Something fun," I breathlessly said to him. He smiled seductively at me, his face almost smug. Very smug, almost smirking.
"Is it now?"
Without waiting for an answer, he lifted one leg, and began to roll down the first stocking. His touch was maddeningly slow as he pulled it down inch by inch, watching me gasp with chills and shivers as I revelled in the new sensation. His lips pressed over the silk of my skin as another moan broke out of me. The kisses continued further and further down as he lingered at the instep of my soles, smiling at the stream of incoherent words pouring out of my lips.
"Tristan, please..." I let out a moan. He laughed and returned his attention to my neck, pressing his lips to my jugular, making warm blood rush up to the spot. The heat between my legs was growing more and more intense, now beginning to throb.
"So impatient, my lovely lady," he purred.
I gave him a vulgar gesture as he laughed. The teasing, torturous motion of his deft fingers and lips set alight every nerve ending in my body. He played about with the lace of my red bra, fingers feeling the detailed fabric, deliberately skimming it over and over my warm skin.
"Tris... tan," my feet curled, his name a prayer. "Please..."
"Please what?" Tristan asked me again, tilting up my chin with two slim fingers. I saw the wicked glint in his eyes, the seductive smirk on his face. He was enjoying this and so was I. He made me feel so loved, so safe - and every other thought went out of my head as he chanted my name over and over again.
No god, no king could inspire such devotion. My body was a temple and I was the goddess it was built for.
I was his only religion, and he was my devoted worshipper.
"Take it... off," I moaned out once again as he teasingly tugged at the straps of my bra.
"Hmmm..." he mused, "no smart comments for me?" he smiled that mischievous smile again as a low, desperate gasp escaped my lips. "Let us see... isn't this fun?" he asked, teeth gently tugging at my earlobe, heavily sighing as he heard my moans. "Or this?" his lips were pressed to the vein furiously pulsing at my throat, pumping blood into my heart at an alarming rate. "Or this?" he asked, pinching and sucking at the extremely sensitive skin on my neck, as I gave a loud and hollow groan of intense pleasure.
Tristan finally tore apart my bra, his face was an expression of open mouthed shock and desire and he looked at me in awe. I felt a sense of victory at the wonder shining in his eyes.
"Exquisita," he breathed reverently. "Quam pulchra es."
'You are beautiful.'
I gave him a loving smile, beckoning him to me with a curl of my full lips. He bent his head and lowered it to me, still awestruck.
He slowly traced the curve of my breasts, which tightened and ached for his sensuous touch. Another startled cry left me as he gently rolled a nipple between his long fingers. Hot, boiling pleasure flared in me as heavy, molten desire pooled low in my belly.
"Don't stop..." I whispered, my voice heavy with longing and arousal.
Tristan blew gently, and I squealed and wrapped my legs around his, revelling in the sensation.
"Valmont..." I breathed.
"You are beyond exquisite," he declared, and his full lips captured a nipple, smiling at the low gasp that slipped out of my mouth. I was so full of sensation - so tightly coiled and wound up like a spring. His hands raced to cup my face in his gentle palms. "You are a wonderful, wonderful woman. I am in awe of you."
I wanted to feel him on me, and it struck me that he was still wearing his pants. In a sudden motion, I rolled away from under Tristan, catching him by surprise, pushing him down as I climbed on top of him, settling my hips on his.
"In a hurry, are we?" his eyes twinkled.
"Yes," I purred back, my voice laced with excitement as my fingers busied themselves with the buttons. He laid back and watched me with a mischievous smile as I finally managed to get off his pants, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His proud, powerful manhood sprung free, and I nearly drooled at the sight of it.
Lords, he wouldn't fit.
"Enjoying the view?"
"You have no idea," I murmured in awe, marveling at the warmth of him, the marble skin mapped with blue veins, throbbing and thrumming under my hands. He felt so real, so alive in my hands. The excitement made me dizzy, intoxicating me as I ran my fingers up and down his length.
He exhaled, a husky groan ripping from him as I grinned, continuing to stroke the soft, velvet skin under my palms.
"Looks like someone is excited," I cooed.
"Not so fast, woman," Tristan said with a smirk, playfully rolling me onto my back, a single hand pinning down both of mine. Every inch of him had turned immensely powerful, eyes dark with passion. This man. Oh god, I loved this man with all I had.
His muscled hands travelled lower, slowly, agonisingly slowly, tugging at the red lace of my panties. My imagination was running in frantic circles now, running wild.
"Ah... just -" I gasped, my voice desperate and heavy with need.
"All in good time, Edwina," he smiled playfully, eyes dancing and I pouted as a devilish grin made its way to his lips.
"You are so mean, my King."
"Mmmm... that I am."
"And cruel."
"Hmmm..."
"And wicked."
"Ah, yes."
He finally touched me where my body wanted him to, fingers feeling me through the soaking wet, thin lace with a teasing smirk. My hips rose off the bed as I groaned, the friction of the lace brushing against my nakedness.
Tristan had the most delicious smirk on his face as he swiftly lowered his head and caught the fabric of my panties between his teeth.
"Mean, am I not?" he muttered, ever so slowly peeling off the lace. I eagerly raised myself to give him better access. Skillfully, slowly, he pulled the thin panties over my hips, tossing it to the floor. I tilted my hips up to meet him, but he merely bent down again, hands smoothing my hair, lips caressing my skin. I groaned again in frustration, words crumbling away into indecipherable nonsense, making him smile as he went on with his agonisingly slow, exquisite torture.
"And cruel..." he grinned, finally pulling my thighs open, eyes lighting up like a man possessed when he saw my nakedness. Up close, I saw the elegant curve of his eyes, the slope of his nose, the angles of his mouth tipping up in a delightful smile. His hands ran up the insides of my thighs, writing poetry with his fingers.
"Ahhh..."
"And wicked," Tristan delightfully finished. The molten warmth between my legs grew further as he slowly slid a finger into my heated tightness.
"Uranus!" I gasped, as hitched sounds of desire left me at his touch. His smile grew more amused as he chuckled appreciatively, sliding another in, and another.
The sensitive nerves at the apex of my thighs had coiled into a tight knot of immense pleasure, nearly making me pant from the intensity. I was hungry for him - so, so hungry, I felt I could eat the world raw.
"You're so tight, my sweet woman, let me in," Tristan coaxed, a permission I did not hesitate to give, so lost was I in the waves of sweet, sweet arousal - burning and drowning in it.
His hands - they were everywhere.
They roamed over my body, mapping out constellations of star flecked sweat. My hips raised up in time to meet his thrusts as he dove and dipped into me, his fingers coaxing sensations from me that travelled down my spine in a volley of chills.
And then he turned his attention to the sweet little spot that would make me lose it.
He was right.
My hoarse, exultant cries now rent the air as I pushed up further to meet him - to let him devour me, to let him consume me any way he wanted. He'd smile whenever he teased a desperate moan from my lips, laughing with enjoyment at the sounds he coaxed out.
Finally, he pulled his fingers out and then popped them into his mouth.
I stared at him, eyes wide with wonder as he sucked at the taste of me, the very taste of my raw arousal.
"So sweet," he murmured appreciatively, drawing another desperate groan from me.
"I'm going to recite all my marriage vows again," Tristan whispered, a smirk on his lips. "With my tongue between your legs. One letter at a time," he declared, and then bent down.
"In all the bloody gods!"
Tristan chuckled in triumph at the hoarse, startled cries that broke from me as he rasped his wine drenched tongue over my slickness, lapping at me like I was the source of eternal youth.
All the blood and heat in my hot body rushed to one tight little, sweet spot - sending fresh, heated adrenaline surging into my blood. The pressure - I had never felt anything like it - the pleasure was so, so excruciatingly sweet that I could have wept from joy. He continued worshipping the sensitive nub with his marble lips, pausing occasionally to watch me push myself up to him, desperate for him to continue.
No, he was going to torment me first - bring me right to the edge and then denying me over and over and over until I lost my mind
"Mmm... seems you still have some sanity left," he mused with a laugh, his tongue lapping at my skin, sparks of electricity and adrenaline racing through my veins. My arousal reached its peak. I was shaking now, trembling like a leaf, tugging him up with such urgency. I wanted him - no, needed him, as he gave me a gentle kiss, muffling my frustrated cries.
By all the bloody heavens, was his tongue cruel.
"Tristan!" I cried out in desperation. "Now. Please."
I just wanted him inside of me, gentleness be damned.
"Breathe, woman," he whispered, as he finally placed his hips over mine, bending down to kiss me again. "Are you sure?"
"More than I have ever been," I said softly, placing a warm hand on his cheek, and ever so softly pressed my lips against his.
He gave me a loving, sensual smile, and then, very slowly, eased in.
"Fuck!"
It was one beyond intense pleasure of complete fullness, sending new sensations reeling into me, sensations that were so fascinating. I caught my breath as he went slow, carefully holding me. We fit perfectly, like he was a piece of me, and I arched up my hips further to let him in.
"Harder," I whispered.
"You just recovered from an injury."
"You won't hurt me. Please. Harder," I pleaded, and he obliged this time.
Everywhere we touched was fire.
We both surrendered ourselves to our drives, now possessed only by raw need and desire. My thoughts completely disintegrated as he increased pace, thrusting deep into my hungry, eager body.
My body began to wind itself up so tightly like a spring, both of us climbing up, soaring higher and higher. It ached and throbbed and sang as every nerve came alive. We were oblivious to everything in our determined struggle, whispered wishes and ragged cries filling the air.
I heard about it but I'd never imagined that someone could do this to me. He made the world melt away, leaving behind only my heart beating with him in a rhythm that seeped into my very soul.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, and Tristan let out a deep groan, his thrusts deep and hard.
And then I exploded in a starburst of release.
The climax ripped through me as I let out an earth shattering scream. We both came apart at the seams together, nothing but the other's name on our lips.
I felt powerful. I felt loved. I felt home.
Hours later, when we were both spent and sated, Tristan gathered me close in his strong arms, nuzzling my neck. I snuggled closer to his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, our legs so entwined that neither knew where mine ended or his began. He pulled up the coverlet, the chill in the night diminished by the warmth between our bodies.
"I love you," he said, pressing a kiss on the top of my sleepy head which was on his chest at my favourite spot - right above his heart where I could hear his heartbeat.
"I love you too," I smiled at him through sleepy eyes, as he kissed me again.
"Welcome home, my Queen," he whispered, before I finally fell asleep in the warmth of his arms.
• • • • •
This was in the making from the moment they both laid eyes on each other.
And it's taken them 79 chapters ;)
This was my first time writing such a scene, and I didn't want to make extremely graphic or just plain bland (Tredwina deserve much better than bland, tbh) and so I hope the effort I put in did justice to the scene!!
Btw, raise your hand if you want a personal Tristan Valmont :D ❤