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lifting and holding her and then making little thrusts as he held her atop flesh that was fire hot and fiercely angry as it rammed against the barrier of his fly.
    “Tristan… Love…”
    Her whispers filled his mind, while the slightest touch of breath hit with perfect precision against his neck, and then she worsened everything with little licks of her tongue at his earlobe. Tristan fought urges and needs, and desires he didn’t even know existed, shuddering beneath her, while each giggle she gave sent torment to spear his groin.
    “Tell me what you like. And where you like it…”
    Sweet paradise! She didn’t know what she asked! His loins bucked into hers before he could stop them, lifting her with every lunge, while his dead heart felt like it wanted to launch from his chest. His hands shook then his legs, while her giggle nearly unseated the control he’d locked on himself.
    “Oh. That .”
    She pushed upward, lifting her torso in order to slide her hands down him, lifting every pore with every touch. And gaining a grunt that accompanied every push his groin continued to push at her. He couldn’t help it. His hands moved of their own volition, releasing her to drop onto his engorged shaft, sending another groan of effect through his throat, while he filled his hands with breasts.
    They made perfect handholds for lifting upward in order to latch his mouth onto one, and the moment he connected, his mouth was suckling, and tasting and glorying in the scream she made, while making certain her frenzied movement didn’t unlatch him. A tooth pricked flesh. He tasted blood. His senses opened, and devoured, and everything on him roared in response. He barely heard her plea.
    “Slowly…Tristan.”
    Slow?
    There was that damning word again, filtering through his conscience, with an effect akin to sending of a trickle of ice water onto a forest conflagration. He didn’t want slow! He wanted fast and hard, and rough and powerful. And now . He moved to plant his nose into the space between her breasts, holding there and shuddering and silently begging.
    “Tristan?”
    The unsure tone in her voice descended through him, leashing some of the craving. He was failing at the gentle portion, acting more like a warrior than a lover. And the last thing he wanted was frighten her.
    “I mean—. I want your first time to be perfect. Awe-inspiring. Memorable.”
    Surely she teased. It was already memorable. He’d never felt as he did now. Ever. And damn everything, Akron had been right with his advice. Tristan would have to somehow pull back desire that felt like its own entity. His hands loosened on her breasts, and he concentrated on simple things, like the feel of sinking below the surface of a pond, cooling and cleansing, and softening.
    He knew he’d done it, and that it had been the right thing, when she smiled down at him from her higher perch, although the tight nubs of her nipples still sent vibration-like sensations all through his wrists and to his shoulders. And that tightened his nipples in response. The tip of her tongue peeked out, licking at her lower lip, and Tristan shook with the response so harshly it moved her with it.
    Follow.
    Akron’s voice went through his head, and Tristan swallowed. Follow. Right.
    “What do you want?”
    She may have said it, but he didn’t actually hear it. Everything on him was ratcheting into primordial gear again, and if something didn’t change and fast, he was going to be consumed by it.
    “You.”
    It was a guttural croak, and it was accompanied by a full shove of his groin into where she perched. Her instant gasp was his reply, and then she was sliding from him, to stand right at the side of the bed, just staring, and he was going to sob between the pleas if she didn’t return.
    “What? What did I do wrong?”
    “I want to see you.”
    “What?”
    “You. Now. All of you.”
    He’d been wrong before. She was wearing some sort of under-thing, putting a tiny triangle