With tormenting leisure, she stripped away the last of his clothes until Tristan was splayed bare before her hungry gaze. His iron control frayed as she pushed his thighs apart, baring him fully to her carnal inspection. When Gwendolyn grasped his wrist and guided his hand between her slick folds, Tristan groaned low in his throat.
"Oh gods...so drenched for me, my pearl..."
Gwendolyn simply hummed in pleasure, rocking shamelessly against his questing digits until they were coated with her dewy arousal. The scent of her desire hung heavy in the air, working like an intoxicating drug through Tristan's veins. At this rate, he'd soon be insensate, lost to anything but her velvet heat.
But when Gwendolyn lifted her hips to slowly sheathe him in that lush paradise, Tristan's world whited
