Astrid
Tristan wasted no time deepening the kiss. He walked me backwards until my back hit one of the bookshelves that lined the wall. The collision hurt, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around Tristan and dug my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
'This is a mistake,' I thought. 'We shouldn't be doing this.'
Tristan's fingers slipped into my hair and he titled my head to give him a better angle. I moaned against his lips as he pressed himself firmly against me.
'We should stop,' I thought, almost desperately. 'But I can't.'
I felt like my body was on fire. All I could do was reach for Tristan and try to pull him impossibly closer. The pressure in my chest had finally reached a peak and I felt like I was overflowing. There were small, needy sounds coming from me and
