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Fall into Me (Heart of Stone #2) Page 32
Author: K.M. Scott

When he stopped talking, he opened his eyes and I saw all the need he hid so often. He yearned for the Nina who'd loved him and I could finally give him that. I loved him. I adored him. His happiness was in my hands, and I wanted to be what he loved.

"No more waiting. I want to be yours. Heart and soul. I love you. You're everything to me, Tristan."

For a moment, he sat there perfectly still, like he was frozen in time, but then those gorgeous brown eyes that had haunted me from the first time I saw him gazing down at me as I lay in that hospital bed softened and in them I saw all the emotion he kept hidden inside. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, wanting him to give me those feelings he so rarely showed.

Releasing his hold on my wrists, he slid his hands over my back and pulled me to him. His voice was ragged as he whispered hoarsely, "I love you, Nina. No more distance between us."

"No more," I promised as he let me slide his shirt over his head.

I filled my eyes with the view of his muscular body as he lifted me off him to take off his jeans. Every inch of his body looked hard, like he was in total control of every muscle's movement. My gaze slipped from his broad shoulders, down over his chest with that unusual double snake tattoo, to his rock hard abs. He stepped out of his clothes and as I stood there enthralled with how beautiful he looked, he knelt before me.

"I want to see you," he rasped as he slid his hands up underneath my babydoll.  He made quick work of my panties and then moved to pull the straps of the lingerie down as the entire silk and lace top dropped to the floor around my feet.

Tristan licked his lips and looked up at me as I stood naked before him. His hands caressed my hips, and he placed a tiny kiss just below my navel, making my legs go weak from desire. So good at drawing out our lovemaking, he was always in control while I craved him so much I would have raced to the part where he was deep inside me. He was pure seduction, and he drove me wild.

He knew it too.

He drew his fingertip down through my wet slit until he reached my opening. Quickly, he thrust two fingers inside me, and I almost fell to the floor at how incredible my pussy felt filled with any part of him, even if fingers weren't what I wanted.

"So tight," he groaned. "I love how your cunt feels. So wet for me. Do you hear how wet you are?"

"Yessss..." I mewed as he fucked me with his fingers and the pad of his thumb drew delicious circles on my clit.

"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" he asked while his eyes searched my face for how good he made me feel.

It was all too raw, and I closed my eyes to save some part of me from those eyes staring up at me. But he wouldn't let me escape.

"Keep your eyes open, Nina. I want to see every sensation through them. I want to see your soul through them."

I opened them and looked down his body to see his cock standing thick against his stomach. It touched the bottom of his navel, and I yearned to be filled with it instead of his fingers. To feel him push deep into me and retreat, leaving me empty and wanting more, before he filled me again, taking my breath away in the most sublime way.

"Tristan, don't make me wait," I whimpered as he continued thrusting two fingers in and out of me.

"What does my Nina want?" he asked in a voice laced with sex and just a touch of sharpness.

"You. More than just fingers. All of you."

In one swift movement, he slid them out of me and stood to his full height. "I promised you slow and easy the other night."

I palmed his thick cock, wrapping my fingers around it as far as I could, and looked up at him. "Give me slow and easy the second time. Now I want to feel you inside me fucking my brains out, like you promised."

"That I can do," he said in that deep voice I loved as he took me in his arms and pushed me onto the bed.

He held his body over mine and ran his cock through my wet folds, skimming its full length over the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. The feeling was exquisite, a mixture of aching desire and pure pleasure like nothing else in the world.

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as he rammed deep into me, nearly taking my breath away. His cock stretched me, forcing me to accept him, as he fucked me just as I'd asked. I wanted to see him stripped of the control that ruled him. I wanted to see the real Tristan Stone.

He groaned next to my ear as his hips flexed back and forth, pistoning his cock into me as I grasped at him to hold on. Our sex was animalistic, but I loved watching him shed the veneer of civility he wore around everyone, including me.

My body was his to do with as he pleased with no fight from me. Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn't. I craved his touch, the feel of his body invading mine as he made me his completely.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned into my ear as he buried his head in the pillow next to me.

"Don't stop," I cried out when he slid out of me and didn't return. "Please, Tristan."

"Roll over, baby. I want to watch your face as I fuck you this way."

I flipped over onto my stomach and raised myself onto my hands and knees. Looking up, I saw the image of us in the mirror above the dresser—him kneeling behind me in control of our pleasure and me smaller in front of him and his to take as he chose.

He pressed his body against my back and tenderly wrapped his hand around my throat, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. "Don't take your eyes off the mirror, Nina. Watch me as I fuck you."

I waited to feel him enter me again, anticipating how it would feel in this position and wondering if we'd made love like this before. His cock nudged into me slowly, like sweet torture, until he was fully seated inside my body. With his hand still around my neck, he began stabbing into me, creating the most incredible sensations with each thrust in and each pull out.

In the mirror, he watched me watch him, his gaze never wavering as he stroked in and out of me. He was power and desire personified, and I couldn't get enough of him. I pushed against his cock, eager for him to move faster, and he met my silent desire for more, fucking me faster and harder.

His body crashed hard against my ass, pushing me forward on the sheets, but I leaned back, guided by his hand around my neck. The sensual sounds of our lovemaking filled the room—his moans and mine, the slapping of skin as our bodies met each time he entered me. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me upright, changing the angle of his cock and sending my body into overdrive as he continued to fuck me.

I watched in the mirror as he slid his finger over my clit, making my thighs quiver as my orgasm began deep inside me. I was so close and only needed just a little more. One more thrust of his cock inside me. One more touch of his finger on my clit. One more delicious moan of my name in my ear.

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