Page 109 of Starstruck

My head fell back as my world was filled with stars, twinkling in thecorners of my eyes and flooding my vision. The sheets cradled me as Tristan pulsed his finger, the pain blooming inside only lessening the more he went on. A strained groan left my mouth, the noise echoing off the walls, causing Tristan to softly close his hand over my mouth.

He leant his mouth next to my ear, kissing the lobe softly before hewhispered. “As much as those noises turn me on, Golds, someone’s going to catch us if you carry on.”

I could practically hear the smile in his words.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, as quietly as I could without the thought ofwhat he was still doing to me entering my train of thought. “It just feels... this feels so fucking good.”

His accent rumbled through his words as he muttered, “And sincewhen did you have such a dirty mouth?”

I felt him throb against my side when I purred back, “I’m inclined toblame you.”

His gentle caresses went then, as he slipped another finger into meand picked up his pace, his hand hovering over my mouth to keep in the wanted groans I so desperately wanted to scream.

My core was a raging fire as I bucked underneath his touch. I heardanother curse grunt out of his mouth as he swept his eyes over me, before letting his head fall back, like watching me come undone for the first time was enough for him to feel what I was feeling.

I so badly wanted to call out his name, to let my voice bounce offevery corner of the room until it shook the snow from the window ledge and snuffed out the candles. But instead, Tristan crashed his mouth down onto mine, my moans getting lost between us. His other hand gripped the side of my face, while mine continued to rake down his back, holding on for dear life like I was about to fall off the earth.

And some part of me hoped that he’d fall with me.

He could tell me he was leaving a million times, and I was sure thatthe pain coating his voice while he said it wouldn’t lessen, wouldn’t disappear. I was his at this moment, and he was mine. Nothing was tearing us apart.

Nothing.

Tristan let his thumb circle the part of me that throbbed, easingthe pain and welcoming the pleasure like a tidal wave, washing over my half-naked body. I felt as though the house was on fire, my skin slick with flames, as something began to nip at the base of my spine, like a lightning bolt defying the laws of science and striking in the same place more than once.

The sensation was building, and from the look in Tristan’s eyes, ashe pulled his mouth away from me, I could tell he knew I was close too.

“That’s it, baby. You’ve got it.” He purred softly, his fingers notaltering their pace, dragging me into a state of bliss I’d only achieved on my own.

I knew in this moment that my efforts would never compare to his.

They’d never be able to make me feel the way Tristan is right now.

I rode the wave that was carrying me, keeping as still as possible soI could let myself feel every ounce of this orgasm so I’d never forget it, until I went underwater, drowning in bliss and screaming Tristan’s name under the waves so no one would hear me.

My head sank into the sheets as the euphoric feeling drenched me.

My world was all stars, triple the ones that had invaded my line of sight before, and it was magical. Every part of it. Until I looked at Tristan, and suddenly that magic didn’t compare to the kind that lived in his eyes as he watched me, feeling the effects of his body, his heart, his words.

I felt him lean down against me as he lowered a kiss onto my mouth,softer than the ones we’d just shared, before he cupped my face and stroked his thumb across my red cheeks. “Wait here,” he said softly, before he leapt out of bed and headed for the other side of the room, pulling open a door that I guessed led to the en suite.

For those few seconds, as I sank into the soft sheets beneath me, I found myself wondering how, after everything, I could feel so free. It was as if the rules and scripture of my life had never existed, and all that mattered was the here and now—the warmth of the moment, the way his touch lingered on my skin, the way my heart felt full, how it always felt these days.

For once, I wasn’t haunted by thoughts of being tied down to a future that was never mine, or the fear that everything would come crashing down onto me. All that mattered was the happiness that wrapped around me—so real it felt almost fragile. In this moment, I was completely and utterly in love with the way my life felt like it belonged to me.

Finally.

He was back out a moment later, striding over to me, still wearingnothing but black briefs that did nothing to hide him, and a washcloth in his hands. He climbed back onto the bed, and when he dabbed the cloth over where he’d touched me, I was instantly soothed, the heat only making me sink further into the bed.

“Are you okay?” Tristan asked, earning him my stare.

He’s always been beautiful, kind of annoyingly effortlessly, to behonest, but right now, I’d argue that he was beautiful without even having to take in how he looked.

I nodded at him, my smile barely contained. “More than okay, thankyou.”

We took each other in for a moment, tracing the smile lines thatlived on each others faces, until our eyes found each other again.

But the longer they clung onto each other, the quicker I forgot thegrateful state I was just in, the longer the facade that hid reality slipped away, only leaving the bare, hard truth.

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