SINFUL MATE

he house and hurried to my room, ha

rged through my veins, mingling with the remnants of fear that lingered in my trembli

wing exhaustion to claim me as I closed my eyes,

rtains, casting a golden glow upon the dimly lit room

irped, her words like a gentle cares

ghtly to face the opposite side of the bed, seek

theart," I murmured, my

h a gentle shake. "Time to rise and shine, dear," s

ng a feeble moan of protest before forcing myself to sit up. With a languid

e been a blessing," I lamented, my finge

d with playful indulgence. "Unless, of course, you prefer a more unconventional start to the day." She paused, a

en up now." I shook my he

n was like a magnet, drawing me

the sound of my footsteps seemed to ec

band were already there, their welcoming presence fil

awe despite my familiarity with its splendor. The hall gleamed with the soft glow of candlelight, castin

erwhelmed by the sheer magnificence of it all. The air was heavy with the tantalizing aroma of freshly pre

the table beside Phoebe. Despite the air of formality that often permeated such gatherings, there was an undeniab

on, eager to partake in the culinary delights that awaited. Leaning in close to Phoebe, I couldn't hel

ed, gesturing towards the lavish spread ador

ething worth celebrating," she replied with a nonchalant shrug,

rings when my gaze met Tristan's; his eyes fixed on

tions, causing a sudden lump to form in my throat. Setting down my spoon, I found mysel

nity as I grappled with the weight of his scrutiny. I knew he awa

ice a gentle plea for reprieve. "Not here, not now," she

" Her request hung in the air, a lifeline amidst

d on him as he carried out his actions with a

ts shimmering in the soft glow of candlelight as he raised

ips, and the goddess within me was stirr

me so spellbound, ensnaring my though

s rich flavor, his lips caressing the rim of the gla

s as I felt the telltale signs of arousal, my bod

ut wonder: When was the last time I truly all

pths of my own longing. It had been too long since I savored the ecstasy of shared pa

mering frustration coil within me, my hands balling into fists at my sides. With each indifferent wo

e words barely audible above the tum

fled, the urgency of my retreat driv

tch my breath, the air thick with the heady sc

arousal as I pressed back against the cool surface of the door, the

s above, knowing that the intimate details of my longing remained shielded fro

ted to leave my bra behind, allowing my nipples

to soothe the restless ache within. The thought barely formed before I found myself racing

mbrace of the water; its gentle touch was a welcome di

a gesture of vulnerability, seeking solace in the

the image of Tristan, his pre

they trailed along my shoulder, sending a tremor of ant

. I rubbed gently on my folds through the material and moan

ter cascading down his naked form. The sight, akin to that of a

abric of my imagination, the steady drumming of

image of him, his lips and fingers weaving an in

finger through the fabric of desire, the deluge

n, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation as he exp

ddle fingers into the welcoming warmth of my core, the s

the tiled confines of the shower as I surrendered

and withdrawal from my moistened center. Sensing the slickness of my own arousal slipping between my fingertips o