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him and pushing him to the side, she’d been able to get by and handle not having him in her life, but seeing him again, breathing him in and feeling his lips on hers had opened up a whole package of feelings.
    Not only was he as she remembered, but he was more. There was an edge to him now that wasn’t there ten years ago. In his youth he felt more naïve and less sharp, now she sensed a restraint in him – a holding back of the full force of his power. She shivered. What would he be like now if he lost his control? Thinking about the only time she could ever recall seeing him without any barriers took her right back to that night again. Once she’d set her seduction in motion would she have had the power to stop him? Would she have wanted him to stop? No, the feel of his lips roving over hers had set her ablaze. It was sensational.
    Tenderly, he began to kiss down her body, gently nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin and sliding off the piece of flimsy silk to kiss her soft curls. Parting her legs he dipped in his tongue to caress her most sensitive core.
    She drew in a sharp breath. “No...I.” Feeling vulnerable, she tensed at the intimacy and tried to pull away.
    Holding her hips still, he kissed her hot skin. “Let me in Ma Belle.”
    The drawled out sound of her pet name caused her to relax and Tristan began to knead her with his tongue. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt and she writhed and moaned under him in response. Tantalising pressure began to rise through her body and the intense feeling kept escalating, into what she did not know, but she did not want it to stop. “Oh, please…don’t stop…” Grasping his hair, she pushed herself onto him until the fever couldn’t be kept at bay any longer and it shot through her. Torrential waves of sublime power engulfed her body and she cried out as her mind shattered into a thousand pieces.
    At what point Tristan wrenched off his shoes and trousers she wasn’t sure. Only the pressure of his knee between her legs became apparent as he encouraged her to open wider whilst shifting his weight to lie on top of her.
    Wriggling her hips, she could feel the tip of his erection at her entrance and she tried to get closer to it. “Tristan, I need you now,” she rasped.
    Looking deeply into his heavily hooded eyes, she saw the raging tumult of his emotions, as bit-by-bit he pushed against her and coaxed her open.
    A little embarrassed at the intensity on his face, she looked away as her body stretched to greet his manhood. How could something feel so wonderful and strange at the same time?
    Tristan groaned before surging all the way in. Shocked at the stinging sensation, she flicked her head round and buried her face in his shoulder.
    He stilled as something tried to register through his fog of passion, but he’d gone past the moment of return.
    Allowing his passion to fuel his movements, he began an assault of rhythm that rocked against her sensitive clitoris and her breath caught in her throat.
    Annabelle dug her nails into his arms as the sharp pain subsided into waves of intense pleasure. Intuitively, she shifted and raised her legs around his hips just as his lips lowered and conquered hers.
    Groaning deeply, she matched him in movement and he lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Never had anything felt so incredibly glorious. She felt so powerful as her muscles clenched against his hardness inside and she felt the exact point of when he began to lose control, raising the tempo higher with each thrust, panting in unison as the pressure built up.
    Arching her back she threw back her head as his lips pinched and nipped her neck and then cried out in wonder as the fire once again rushed forth and exploded. He gave a final thrust and called out her name as he released himself into her.
    Angry with her traitorous thoughts, she threw the pen to the other side of the room! Why was she punishing herself again? Sighing heavily, she absently toyed