Serena

ALL I CAN THINK OF IS how good it would feel to stand under jets of hot water from a shower. My shoulders are tense and my body aches from today’s realm jump to see Aoife.

At the thought of the nymph, I growl and storm into Tristan’s master suite, yanking off each piece of my clothing with angry annoyance. How is it possible that one being could be so beautiful and so cunning at the same time?

I throw my jeans onto the floor and give them a dirty look before I curl my fingers around my shirt to yank it off, tossing it next to my pants with a force driven by irritation.

And how dare Tristan turn his back to me?

I make a vow to myself that if he ever does that again, I’ll throw my daggers at his back. Without a thought.

Resolved, I take off my socks, placing them next to the pile. In only my white lace bra and matching panties, I make my way over to the bathroom.

I turn the hot water on and allow the steam to fill the spacious room before I look at myself in the mirror. I look as exhausted as I feel. I really need to energy source, but rain isn’t likely anytime in our future if Oren is focused on killing us. Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair before pulling down one of my bra straps to remove it.

A warm breeze floats over me, and suddenly a hard body is pressed against my back, pushing me into the vanity.

My eyes lift and lock in the mirror with Tristan’s. Desire is evident on his face, stirring a hunger for his touch within me. One that I can’t deny, but also can’t act on.

Neither of us move.

We just stare at one another in the mirror.

Our eyes locked.

The only sound filling the room is the water pouring out of the rain shower head. My heart is beating wildly in my chest and breathing is becoming more difficult with each moment that passes. Steam billows around us, causing my body to glisten slightly as the mist settles on my bare skin.

A vision of our bodies intertwined in pleasure hits me, causing my lungs to clench. The lower portion of Tristan’s body hardens under his soft jeans and settles in the crevice of my backside. I breathe in deeply though my nose at the connection. Tristan moves even closer, pressing into me farther, and I release a soundless gasp.

Holding my eyes, he moves his hands up to my shoulders, an inch away from my bare skin, as if he’s afraid to make contact. His right palm glides across the top of my chest, settling on the base of my throat. My pulse beats erratically under his touch as he reads me. One finger on his other hand slowly pulls the other strap down on my bra, so both are hanging on my upper arms.

Tristan’s eyes darken in the mirror as he stares at me. The heat and energy vibrating off him feels like a thousand tiny pricks against my skin. I want to tell him to stop, to move away because I can’t breathe, but the words catch in my parched throat.

The soft cotton of his tee moves slightly against my bare back and the oversensitive skin tingles, feeling every hard plane of his muscles through the material. His scent fills the room, mixing in with the warm, light spray surrounding us, now fogging up the mirror, shadowing our outlines in the condensation.

The fingers on his left hand trail along the back of my arm as the tension between us builds. My knees shake from the slightest caresses, and a soft whimper escapes my lips.

The hand on my throat tightens the slightest bit as he curls his free hand in my hair and pushes the now-damp strands over my shoulder, exposing one side of my neck.

My heart kicks up a notch as he leans down, his lips grazing the sensitive area behind my ear, over his mark. At his touch, it awakens with a burn, causing a pleasurable pain to float through my veins and a heavy breath to push through my lips.

His hand goes to my thigh, skating up it, leaving a trail of goosebumps, as he continues to my stomach, circling around my belly button before the hand on my throat squeezes and the other slides into the front of my panties.

My head falls back to his shoulder. His heavy pants filled with desire tickle my ear as his hard, wanting length is pressed against me. I curl my fingers around both his wrists in anticipation, my muscles shaking. One touch and I know I will explode.

His fingers push away the lace fabric and I hiss through my teeth. Tristan’s knee slides between my legs, holding up my weight and pushing them open farther as his fingers find their way inside me.

I moan and grip his wrists harder. My breath quickens as he moves faster, building friction within me. His movements are vigorous as he slides inside me, pleasuring me to the point I am forced to squeeze my eyes shut. His thumb works the most sensitive part of me, pushing me to climax.

Just as I am about to shatter, he spins me around forcefully, one hand still at my throat and the other inside of me. His mouth devours mine, swallowing the deep cry that bursts from me as he pushes me over the edge.

I grip his shoulders for support as my body shakes uncontrollably and pleasure exudes from every pore.

With a whimper, the last shudder runs through me as Tristan gently takes my face between his hands. His thumbs wipe away the moisture on my skin from the steam and my sweat. I steady my legs and try to control my breathing.

A cocky smirk appears on his lips as he releases a deep rumble from his chest, before taking my mouth one final time in a deep, sensual kiss that leaves me breathless.

He drops his forehead to mine, whispering across my swollen lips, “Tonight, dance with me.”