My gasp was swallowed by his lips as his tongue thrusts past my lips, and the way he loses control should scare .
Maybe it did, but I didn’t get a chance to examine it because Tristan kissed with so much desperation and need, it clouded my mind.
When my tongue brushed against his, a growl rumbled deep from his chest, and the last of his control was obliterated.
My hands moved to the sides of his neck, and I kissed him with every emotion he had made feel. Every bit of love, passion that he felt for , I felt in the kiss. I tried to do the sa.
Having him so close to , intimately, often clouded my judgent was like it was doing now.
All I wanted, was to kiss him and continue doing so until my last breath.
Panting, I let go of his lips only for him to swoop in and steal a quick one away before finally letting go.
"This is how you make feel every second of the day," he whispered, making feel his words on my skin as he dressed the side of my lips with his thumb. "Every second. Do you understand what kind of torture that is, Genevive?"
I shook my head even though I wanted to nod. I felt the sa sotis. Not every second like him, but sotis whenever I would look at him.
"Of course, you don’t." His thumb graced my cheek now. "You don’t love the sa way I love you."
"What?" That was incorrect. "No, I—"
"Two things," his lips twisted up into a smile, "One, You cannot feel the sa as I do and second, you were about to prove wrong. You think you love more than I love you. Keyword, you do love ."
I frowned, thinking about what he said. He had definitely hit the nail on the wall.
I stepped away from him, only to be pulled back into his arms as they locked behind my waist. "What?" I asked, shying away from him and not looking into his eyes.
Glancing at him, I found the neutral expression slipping back to his face. "I am going to marry You by the end of the year, Genevieve. Nothing and no one will be able to stop from doing that. So I want you to accept it and prepare yourself for it because I’m going to spend the rest of my life with You."
I blinked before Turning to look away from him. My eyes caught the sight of the writing table with an ink pot and sheets of paper on it.
The letters I had written to my sister ca to my mind instantly. I was yet to receive a reply from her but given that Sir Walter was no longer in the palace, it was going to be difficult.
But I needed to help her and help her standing in front of .
There was only one way I could provide my sister the help she needed and that was by providing her the army and support that she would need in order to beco the Queen.
Most of it could only be provided by Tristan because he was, by far the most powerful person I knew that was capable of helping us.
However, I had not received any letter from her. That put in an uncomfortable and unstable condition because I could not ask him for help in case she had it from soone else.
Knowing my sister, I knew she would manage to get help on her own. That’s what put in a questioning stance on this. Do I ask stressed and for help or do I not?
I flinched and hissed through my teeth when I felt a harsh pinch on my waist. It was his hand that was resting on the sa spot, now rubbing my skin.
"Did you pinch ?!" I glared at his hand before glaring at his face. "How dare you!"
In my opinion and defence, it was quite a horse bench. I threw away his hand from my waist and started to rub the area more aggressively because of the aftermath. It hurt!
Tristan sighed wilfully. "How is it that sothing always occupies your mind when you are with . What is it that deserves your attention more than I do?"
"Sothing of value." I stated the obvious answer. "Sotis, talking to you reminds of sothing in my mind just.."
"Wanders to it?" He completed my sentence for and it was an exact fate. So, I nodded as confirmation.
"Exactly, yes." I whispered, realising that he had once again co close to . "Why are you so close to again? You stepped away."
He gave a small grin. "because it is unbearable to stand away from You."
Tristan Leaned and and took a long inhale right above my neck and shoulder. " it is unbearable to not co close and take in your scent."
I gulped and a shiver of fear down my spine. But it was only a small part of what I felt. I also felt... Excited by his words.
I was quick to chastise myself. That was not what I was taught as a lady and a princess. That was highly appropriate for to think of a man this way whom I was not married to.
"Oh, Genevive," He sighed and touched my cheek. "Appropriate is hardly ever going to be a concern of yours in the near future."
"What?" I frowned. What did that an?
"Nothing." He stepped away again but this ti took multiple of them. "Anna will get you ready. You will have breakfast with the ladies today."
Breakfast with the ladies? I narrowed my eyes on him. The sneaky smile that he was trying to hide only made my suspicions be confird.
Why do I feel like I am being thrown to the wolves?
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