Page 108 of Starstruck

“Fun.” He repeated, the word dancing in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I want another part of you.” I cupped his jaw. “Do youwant me—”

“Yes.” He blurted, lust dancing in the corners of his eyes. “Ireallyfucking want you another part of you, Marigold.”

All I could do at that moment was smile, clear my mind from all thequestions, and as he studied me, practically undressing me with his stare, I let my arms slowly glide back up to the spot he’d placed them in before, before whispering.

“Take it then.”

I barely had time to sneak a breath before his mouth crashed downonto mine, our tongues mingling and sending butterflies soaring through my body again. I felt his hands travel down me, tickling my skin as his fingertips brushed me, before he leaned up over me and whipped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor behind him.

I’d always tried to guess what other hidden secrets lay beyond thetattoos that lived on his arms, and his hands, and for the split second I got to trace the ink that travelled across his torso, dipping between the valleys of his abs, I found several pieces that I wanted to trace with my finger while he told me what they meant.

Another day.Maybe.

The feel of his bare skin against me was otherworldly, and it was awonder I’d gone this long without getting to experience this feeling before. I felt closer to him than I’d ever felt with anyone before.

His hands carried on gathering my dress, the pools of white fabricthat gathered between my thighs, and began to tug it off me.

“Arms up, darlin.” He purred, the sound and instruction making meshiver, and the space between my legs throb so hard that I began to question if feeling this much was normal.

I had to bite my lip and flutter my eyes closed as he slipped thedress off me, tugging effortlessly at the fabric until I was lying before him in nothing but my baby yellow bra and panties. My stomach flipped as his eyes raked over me, my eyes dipping once I heard his belt buckle loosen and sending my head into orbit over what was about to happen.

He was careful as he stripped down to his boxers, slow and steady, like he wastrying not to spook me. The black fabric was tight against the bulge that I was sure would spur on a heart attack if I stared at it for long enough.

“Oi,” he chuckled, my eyes trailing up his torso until I met hisplayful eyes. “One step at a time, Sunshine.” He leaned his body down until his was inches from my mouth, and without wasting another second, his lips were back on mine, as wild as they were before.

I let my hands travel over his back, and he switched out my lips forthe tender skin of my neck, my nails raking over his muscles that I could feel twitching. He dropped his body slightly, lying just to the side of me, letting his hands trace my collar bones, then my chest, travelling over my aching breast and all the way down my stomach.

And I knew even before this moment that Tristan made me feelseen, but this was another level of seen that I didn’t think could compare to anything else.

I gasped, my breath being stolen once more as I felt hisfinger reach the waistband of my panties.

His smile was equal parts comforting as it was wicked, in every waypossible. Probably because he had a more than good idea of what his touch was doing to me. His arm snaked under my neck, giving me a perfect view of what he was doing. I let my hand cup my bra as I watched him, his eyes flicking from me.

“Tell me what you like, Gold’s.” He kissed my neck again. “I want to make this comfortable for you.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been more comfortable in my life.

“Oh,’ I sighed, bringing my hand down my stomach, until it passed his and lingered, before I dipped underneath the yellow fabric hiding me. “I like this,” I think I imagined saying those words for a moment, before I watched his eyes follow my finger as I began to circle, relieving some of the ache that lived there.

I can’t help but drop his gaze and roll my head back, basking in the tingles that took over my body.

“And sometimes I’ll do this, depending on how tired I am.” Thewords sigh out of me, as my middle and index fingers slip between the valleys of me and slowly sink inside—that familiar pleasure that pulses through me every time I do this hitting with twice its usual impact.

Maybe it’s because Tristan Harper is between your legs, Marigold.

“Okay,” He whispers, his breath hitting cheeks. “Would you likeme to take over?”

I nod at him, my eyes still half closed. “Please.” I sigh, before bringing my hands backup to cup my breasts, my eyes trained on Tristan as he picks ups where I left off.

And for a moment, I got to lay back and wonder how on earth thisfelt so good this with feel with someone else's fingers but my own. I could feel myself unravelling beneath him, my body responding to him in ways I’d only imagined but never quite understood until now.

This wasn’t just physical; it was a slow burn that had been buildingbetween us for longer than I cared to admit, and now, every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. The way his hands claimed me, knowing exactly where to linger, where to tease—it was everything I didn’t know I needed, and it was more than I was prepared for.

His touch was delicate as he slipped his finger, then another,between the base of my panties, my head felt like it was about to explode as I let him touch me. I was sure I was about to draw blood from how hard I was biting my lip.

Like he could read my mind, his mouth met mine again, easing thetension that was dripping off me, before I felt him glide his finger to the wettest part of me. I loved the way his smile creased against our mouths, before I sucked in a breath, and one of his fingers thrust into me gently.

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