Page 55 of Vengeance Becomes Her

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rhiannon and Tristain awoke from their nap, still entwined in each other’s arms. His thick thigh parted her own, pressing against her sensitive cunt. She instantly felt a tightening low in her stomach, her nipples hardened into peaks, and her arousal became slick against him. She looked up at him and was met with a cocky smirk.

“Well, hello to you too.” His eyes grew dark and dangerous. He was ready to take her again and she let him.

When they were finished, it was far past dinner time, and they were both starving. As they lay panting next to one another, her stomach growled loudly. He huffed a laugh and brought her hand to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles.

“What does one eat when they’re perfectly satisfied but somehow still starving?”

Her body was already responding to the glint in his eyes, but she didn’t have the energy to act on it without some sustenance. She sat up in excitement, turning toward him, her smile broad when she remembered what they were supposed to be eating tonight.“Honey rolls!”

He laughed at her excitement, but there was no judgment in his gaze, only joy at seeing her so animated about something. “That does sound delicious. I’ll go see what’s left in the kitchen.”

Tristain kissed her hand one more time then rolled over, his feet finding purchase on the floor. He dressed quickly. On his way out the door, he stopped at the end of the bed, one hand extending to touch her foot, the gentleness of it sending a shiver through her. “Is there anything else you want?” There was a need to please in his eyes that she couldn’t help but indulge injust a little.

She tapped her lips, in contemplation. “Soup and salad too, if there’s any left.”

He nodded. “I’ll be back soon.” His eyes lingered over her body as he backed toward the door. “Don’t get too lonely without me.”

Once she was sure he was gone she let herself flop back down into the pillows, replaying everything that had happened since last night in her mind. So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours.

While he grabbed food, she took the opportunity to bathe, brush her now concerningly tangled hair and change into her favorite lavender silk robe. She felt like a new woman.

When he walked in, he took note of her new garb, eyes appraising her from head to toe. “I hope you don’t think that’s going to prevent me from touching every inch of you again as soon as we finish this.”

She wanted those words to excite her, but unease took over.

His playful demeanor was soured when he caught the expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” He set the large platter of food on the bed.

She shook her head, denying anything was wrong, but apparently he had learned how to read her body long before they were intimate.

She began to fidget with the ties of her robe. “What are we doing?” She avoided making eye contact.

He started to take a step forward, but hesitated when she took a step back. “Rhiannon…”

She raised her gaze to his finally, the fear in his eyes mirrored her own.

“I’m not here asking you for anything other than what you can give. You can trust me not to rush you.”

“And what if there’s not enough of me left? What if this isall we can be?”

“Then I’ll take it. All I want is you, whatever that means.”

When she didn’t respond, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up so she met his eyes. He stared straight through her as he rubbed his thumb over her plump lips that pouted out in distress.

She worried her lip, waiting for him to speak.

“I want to be here with you, in whatever capacity you allow me. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me that’s what you want.” He tucked a strand of hairbehind her ear.

Her shoulders loosened slightly as she rested her cheek on his chest.

Tristain wrapped his arms around her, providing the security she needed to allow herself to openback up to him.

When her stomach rumbled, he planted a kiss on top of her head before unwrapping his arms from around her. “Let’s eat. We’re both famished.”

They ate in silence with the exception of their hums of approval as they devoured their food.

Rhiannon pushed her plate away before she could eat herself into tiredness and sipped appreciatively at the wine Tristain wisely brought with him. It swam warmly through her as she reveled in the easeof the moment.

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