In a flash, Tristan lifted her up and laid her in the bed. Her soft body fit right underneath his own. His breath was heavy, so was hers as a broiling heat boiled between their skin.
"Do you know how much you torment me?" He breathed, his lips trailing hot kisses on her skin, drawling in every move like a light breezy feather.
Her breath trembled as he nipped at the area between her neck, leaving a vivid mark before soothing it with his tongue, "You torment me in my dreams, in my reality..."
His hands skidding up her skin, she arched her back need gripping him tightly, but his hands skipped a whisper over her breasts moving down to the side of her hips trailing her every curve.
"Every moment, until my mind is filled with nothing but you."
Celine's mind was filled with his words, at the same time, the gentle yet impossibly arousing movement of his hands on her body.
