Chapter Nine
Tristan’s POV
She looks like sin and innocence wrapped in one trembling package as I lay her on the bed. The robe hangs open around her, breasts still flushed from the dining table, n*****s tight little peaks begging for more. I have not even pulled out yet. My c**k is still buried deep inside her tight heat, throbbing with the need to keep going. f**k. How is she this wet already? This responsive?
I should stop. I should walk away like I planned this morning. Virgins complicate everything. But the way she clung to me on the stairs, legs wrapped around my waist like she was made for it, has my control hanging by a thread.
I ease out slowly, watching her face the whole time. She lets out a soft little whimper that goes straight to my balls. “Stay right there,” I tell her, v
