Page 8 of Forbidden Bliss

I lean and arch against the hard, muscular torso while his name floats from my mouth as a plea. “Tristan.”

Light glistens off his sweat-covered skin, and I indulge in the sight of his defined chest and abs.

I’ve ached for his touch for years. Now here he is, devouring me with a passion that steals my breath away.

His thigh slides between my legs and I rock against him, chasing the exquisite friction.

My mouth grazes his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as I kiss my way down his neck.

“Look at me,” he commands, cupping my face in his hands.

My breath halts as I watch his fiery amber eyes.

His ardent gaze sears into mine. “You’re mine, Willow. You’ve always been mine.”

My insides quiver at his deep voice. After all this time, after everything we’ve endured, the raw desire is still there. I see it in the possessive way he stares at me.

I part my lips to breathe. “And you’re the man I’ve always wanted.”

A smile tugs at his male lips, slow and sinful. “Prove it.”

Arousal shoots through my core as I surge forward, crushing my mouth to his in a kiss that pours four years of pent-up passion into a single minute.

When we finally break apart, breathless, Tristan’s brawny arms lift my tank top over my head, revealing the lacy bra I wore for him.

His pupils darken with desire as he takes in the sight of my exposed skin, his gaze roaming over my curves. He brings me forward to unfasten the bra before palming a whole breast with his hand and clutching my flesh with eager fingers.

When his lips find my nipple, a trail of fervent desire runs through my channel and my head rocks back to enjoy the sensation. In this moment, there is nothing else but me and him, our passion and desire consuming us completely.

His hot breath encircles the breast before his brows crease. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

My fingers roam through his dark hair, holding him to me as I nod. “Me too.”

Our bodies move of their own accord, fitting together in a way that’s as familiar as it is new.

Allowing myself to roam over the hard planes of his body, I trace every curve and dip as desire burns hot in my veins. I consume the sweet and salty skin of his abs before I look up at him. “Please, Tristan. I need you inside me.”

A sinful smile curves Tristan’s lips, igniting a heat low in my belly. Tilting his head, he arches a single brow. “Your wish is my command.”

He scoops me into his arms, and I cling to him, peppering kisses along his jaw as he carries me upstairs to the bedroom. By the time we cross the threshold, we’re both breathless with desire.

Tristan sets me on my feet beside the entrance, his gaze searing into mine. “Are you sure you want this?”

I nod. “Positive.”

A flash of heat blazes in his eyes and then his hands ravage my body, hungry and demanding.

I gasp as he strips away my jeans and lace underwear until I stand bare before him.

His gaze roves over my naked body before he presses me into the wall and pulls back to study me.

A blush rises to my cheeks at the intensity of his stare. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. He makes me feel like I’m a goddess he worships.

Tristan drops to his knees and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses over my belly before he grabs my backside with two firm hands. He inhales the scent of me while pressing me into his mouth.

Spreading my legs, I dive into the sensation, losing myself in the taste and feel of his delicious tongue between my thighs.

He eats greedily, licking the swollen clit and lapping up the juices that run down my inner thighs while I stand there.