Page 99 of Snitches and Serpents

I gasp as he undoes the first button.

Raking my hands down his firm chest, I reach for his belt. My fingers fumble and my heart flutters as Tristan deftly unbuttons my entire shirt and throws it open.

Air rushes over my exposed chest.

He breaks the kiss and instead starts brushing his lips along my jaw. My mind malfunctions as he kisses his way down my neck. Finally getting his belt open, I unbutton his pants and yank down the zipper.

But right then, he teases my collarbones with his tongue.

I gasp and throw my head back.

Tristan uses that moment to pull my shirt fully off and unclasp my bra.

My nipples harden as I’m left half naked.

With my back arched, I suck in desperate breaths as Tristan kisses his way down the center of my chest while his fingers play with my nipples. My pussy aches with need.

Blindly, I reach towards his shirt and clumsily tug it upwards. He understands what I want and pulls back enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor.

Heat sears through me at the sight of his bare chest.

God and all of hell, it should be criminal to be this hot.

A sly smile plays over Tristan’s lips as he plants his palm against my chest and pushes me down so that I’m lying on the desk. Then he efficiently unbuttons my shorts and pulls down the zipper.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” he orders.

My heart jerks.

Arching my back, I lift my hips so that he can take off my shorts and panties.

The wood is cool and smooth underneath me as Tristan drops my final garments on the floor. Then more rustling of fabric sounds. I sit up to find him stripping out of his own pants and underwear.

Heat pools inside me.

He slides his hands up my bare thighs as he steps in between my legs again. Lightning skitters across my skin.

With that sly smile still on his lips, he draws one hand up my stomach while he brushes his other over my pussy.

A gasp rips from me as his fingers skim across my throbbing clit.

His other hand shoots up and locks around my throat, trapping the breath in my lungs.

I wrap my hands around his toned forearm, gripping it tightly, as he starts teasing my clit.

Pleasure spears through me.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine and his hand firmly around my throat as he toys with my clit until a shudder of pleasure courses through my entire body. I try to suck in another gasp, but he’s still controlling my breathing.

Tension thrums inside me, heightened by the lack of air.

I dig my fingers into his forearm.

He pushes me a little closer to the edge of an orgasm.

Then he abruptly stops and relaxes his grip on my throat at the same time.

I drag in desperate breaths, refilling my lungs. My head spins. Blinking, I try to get my wits back but my body is still so high-strung, waiting for an orgasm that never came.

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