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I bring the joint to my lips one last time, the paper having burned to where it touches just above my fingers, and I inhale before tossing the end on the ground and stomping it out with my boot.
My hand slides behind her, grasping the nape of her neck and dragging her into me until mere centimeters separate us, energy weaving between our bodies and spinning electricity through my chest, making my heart beat a staccato rhythm and nerves dance beneath my skin. I tilt my head, my thumb pressing into the bottom of her chin, forcing her perfect, pouty lips to part and ghost across the edges of mine.
The tension of being so close yet so far almost kills me, and I swear to God I would give it all up,right now, if she would promise to be mine.
I exhale, the smoke billowing from my mouth into hers.
My cock ispainfullyhard.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and my fingers tighten on the back of her neck, holding her in place, my other hand moving to her throat, two fingers stroking down the front as she swallows, the smoke that was insidemybody escaping fromherlips.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because,ma petite menteuse, the thought ofnotkissing you makes me want to die.”
Our lips collide, and with just one touch—one single moment—I know I’ll never let her go.
CHAPTER34
Sara B.
As usual when I’m with Tristan, everything around me mutes; dulls like it wasn’t there to begin with. I don’t worry about the ball that’s likely still going strong at the other end of the castle. I don’t think of how we’re in the open, and while I’ve been assured no one comes to this garden, technically, we could be found at any time. And I definitely don’t focus on how I’m somehow supposed to kill this man.
His kiss overwhelms every single one of my senses, and I sink into it, drowning in his essence, hoping the burn of his touch can blaze away the imprint of the ones before.
He groans, his palm tightening on the back of my neck, his other hand sliding down my side. His touch soaks through the thin material of my slip dress and the chemise underneath, sending goose bumps sprouting along my arms. He reaches the outer part of my thigh, bunching the fabric in his fingers as his lips break away, skimming down the expanse of my throat.
I tilt my head, allowing him easier access, even though somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I know I shouldn’t.
But I like the way his lips feel pressed against my skin.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I force out.
“I disagree.” His teeth nip my collarbone, his fingers slipping beneath the shoulder strap of my garment, tingles sprinkling through my middle and pooling between my legs.
“Someone could—”
He bites my shoulder this time.
“S-someone could see,” I stutter.
“I’ll kill anyone who does.”
The words he just said so casually should give me pause, but they don’t. They excite me more.
It’s intoxicating to have a man willing to doanythingjust so he can keep touching you.
Still, the risks outweigh any momentary reward, so I push against his chest and scoot away, reaching up to smooth the flyaways of my hair. “And your brother will killmeif he finds out.”
Tristan exhales a deep breath, his jaw grinding. He hops up from the bench, grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him before I can even process we’re moving.
“Wait,” I say as he drags us toward the forest. “Tristan,wait!What are you doing?” I try to rip my fingers from his grip, but he just smirks back at me and picks up the pace.
I should put a stop to whatever this is. There’s no way it will end well.
But I let him lead me anyway.
