The next morning, I woke up with every part of my body aching deliciously and it wasn't hard to figure out why. In fact, the culprit was already up and planting soft open-mouthed kisses at the back of my neck as he held me tight against his hard chest like I was the most precious thing in the world.

We'd had sex last night, twice. Tristan wasn't particularly keen on going easy on me since I had deprived him of physical affection all day. He'd taken me hard, possessing me completely and desperately, devouring every part of my awareness and it'd felt good being utterly ravaged by him but the aftermath had me feeling like I was hit by a tour bus.

"Let's get married on New Year's Eve." He mumbled between lazy kisses.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "Good morning to you too."

"It'll be a great way to seal the deal and mark a new beginning." He continued, ignoring my sarcasm. He nipped my shoulder, his hands on my stomach sliding up to cup the underside of my breast. "There'll be lights, fireworks, It'll feel like the whole world is celebrating with us."

"What time is it?" I asked, feigning obliviousness to everything he'd just said even though the idea sounded pleasant.

"A little over eight," he squeezed my breast. "Now stop pretending not to hear and answer me, woman."

I chuckled a little and twisted my head to look at him. "New Year is a month a few weeks away. Even if we do decide to get married, a wedding takes more than a month to plan."

"We can make it work." He persisted. "I can make a few phone calls and have everything ready in a week. All you'll have to do is show up in a pretty white dress and say you do."

I wiggled around in his arms and turned fully to face him. His urgency was no doubt romantic but at the same time, it was a little unsettling. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you in such a hurry to get married?"

"It's pretty obvious, baby." He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His growing warm length prodded my stomach, reminding me that we were still naked. "For the first time in my life, I'm finally sure of something I want and it's you." He kissed my temple. "I don't want to wait," he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I want to be selfish with you, I want you all to myself."

I couldn't help but smile. "You already have me, Tristan," I told him, slinging a leg around his waist.

"I know but I want it to be official." He gave my ass a casual slap. "I want pictures of us in the newspapers and magazines, I want you wearing my ring so the whole world knows you're mine."

Butterflies bombarded my stomach. Burrowing further into his embrace, I threaded my fingers through his hair and said. "You're so romantic, you know that."

"It's my honesty, princess. I want to start my life over with you the right way."

I smiled. He was so cute he didn't even realize it. I tugged on his soft silky hair, wanting him closer to me. We were intertwined like vines on a stick but it still wasn't enough. "You do know that all the single women are going to come chasing me down the street with pitchforks for taking Manhattan's promising bachelor off the market, right?"

His body vibrated against mine with a raspy laugh so infectious, I found myself laughing softly too. "Doesn't matter," he cooed, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. "They never stood a chance against you anyway."

I drawled. "Is that so?"

"Mm-hmm." He changed positions and rolled on top of me, crushing me with his magnificently delicious weight. "You're the fairest of them all, princess." He murmured, brushing my hair out of my face.

That was so sweet of him to say. But I wouldn't let him know that. I squirmed underneath him and pretended to groan. "Get off me, you fatty, you're gonna squash me to death."

He chuckled roughly and braced himself on his arms, taking part of that weight away. His hair fell over his face in the process, shielding his livid eyes. He looked so incredibly handsome in the morning sun, even with the rough stubble growing in his jaw. I ran my fingers through it. "You need to shave."

"I was going to say the same thing." His eyes dropped to my parted thighs and the realization of what he'd meant made my face flush with heat.

"You asshole!" I punched his chest.

He reared back and burst out laughing as he clutched his stupid pec. "That was a joke, princess."

I wrinkled my nose. "It better be."

His shoulders shook with silent laughter. "So feisty." He leaned back down. "I love it." he dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine. "I love you."

I took everything in me to hide my smile. I loved hearing him say that. It never got old. He brushed his lip against mine one more time and then he kissed me fully. It was tender and tongueless. We lazily slanted our lips against each other, our bodies grinding. It went on and on, sweet and savory, then hungry and demanding. My fingers crept into his hair and I tugged. He groaned and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, filling me with the delicious taste of him.

And then his lips left mine and he traced hot kisses down my jaw, down the length of my neck, he sucked hard on my pulse.

I arched subtly. "Tristan..."

"God, you're so soft," He kissed a path down my neck to my chest. "It is physically impossible to resist touching you." He cupped the underside of both my breasts and molded them together. They were heavy and swollen with need. "So beautiful," he mused, nuzzling his face between them before capturing both nipples into his mouth.

I lolled my head back into the pillows and clutched his head to my breasts. "That feels so...good." I sighed, sinking into the blissful feeling.

He moaned and feasted—biting, sucking, grinding his cock into my soaked folds—then he pulled up and took my lips again, kissing me so roughly and intensely and hungrily; as if I was a flavor he was helplessly addicted to.

Sizzling thrills coursed through me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him with equal ferocity. I was sore but his kisses always made me go loco with need. For a man as hard as he was you would expect his lips to be firm and rigid but they were soft and velvety and decadently lush. I bit into it and moaned. "You're awfully good at this."

"I've had years of practice, baby." He breathed hotly.

My mind reeled.

By years of practice, did he by any chance mean his time with Shelly and his other subs? Did he do the exact same thing to them? A cold feeling seeped into my spine. My jealousy was getting the best part of me again.

"You're thinking."

I fluttered my eyes open and found my boyfriend gazing down at me with blazing eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

How did he know?

I forced a smile and cupped his face. I didn't want to ruin this. "About last night." I lied. "And how beautiful you looked from between my legs."

His pupils dilated and I felt his cock twitch between us. His lips quirked. "Young lady, did you just indirectly invite me to suck your pussy?"

My skin sizzled. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea. "Considering what you did to me last night, I deserve it." I parted my legs wider. "Get on your knees and please me, young man."

His cock twitched again. "I have a better idea." Quicker than my next breath, he flipped onto his back, pulling me along so that I was straddling his hard chest.

I gasped and panicked. "What are you doing?"

"Sit on my face, baby."

The muscles in my stomach clamped. No way. I started to squirm down his chest but he pushed his knees up, trapping me. "If you want me to eat your pussy, you're gonna have to sit on my face and feed it to me."

Oh god.

"Why would you want me to do that?"

"Because it's you and I want to taste your pussy in so many different ways."

My sex clenched and pulsed. I admit, I had fantasized about doing this a couple of times but I never thought he would actually want it. It looked so out of character for him. He was the type of man to tie a woman up and fuck her senseless, not the type to allow a woman do something so dominatingly dirty to him.

"Come on, princess." He cajoled, his voice growing heavy with lust.

I shook my head slowly. "I could suffocate you."

He huffed a small laugh. "I lift weights twice the size of you. You're not as heavy as you think."

My cheeks flushed crimson. "But..." I bit my lip and moved slightly on his stomach as I searched my head for more arguments. "What if I...hurt you?"

"You're not going to hurt me, baby," he wrapped his hands around my waist and started to pull me forward. "You have nothing to worry about, trust me." The closer he pulled me towards straddling his face, the faster my breath rushed out of my lungs. I couldn't believe I was doing this. A few more slow movements and I was standing on my knees right above his face, exposed in the most filthy way.

"Fuck." He cursed underneath me, the hot flare of his breath against my sex making me shiver slightly. "It's so wet down here," he kissed the insides of my thighs. "So fucking hot." he kissed my mound. "All for me."

A shuddering breath passed my lips. This had to be one of the hottest sights in history. I bit my bottom lip and lowered myself tentatively until his face was no more than an inch from my heat.

"Not enough." He demanded, sliding the flat of his tongue over my folds and smearing the lips of my sex open. "Sit, baby."

I shivered. "I'm sitting."

"You're not."

"I am."

"Sienna." He growled, pushing his head out to stare up at me with molten eyes. "I didn't tell you to hover," he wrapped his arms around my thighs. "I said sit your fucking cunt on my fucking face." With one harsh tug, he pulled me flush against his face.

I gasped sharply and jumped slightly but his tight hold on my tight didn't allow me to go far.

"Put your hands on the headboard."

His gruff command was the only warning I got before his mouth closed over me.

Sweet Jesus.

I lurched forward and grabbed the headboard. "Oh, god, Tristan!"

His eyes closed and a low sound of pleasure rumbled through his throat as he slid his tongue up and down my slit, seeking my clit, and when he found it, he circled it, flicked it, then sucked it into his mouth so hard, I cried out. But he didn't stop, he held me firm against his face and fucked me with his mouth more aggressively than he ever did.

It was clear that it didn't matter if I was on top, he was still in total control and he showed me no mercy as he ate me unhurriedly—like he had all the time in the world, like there was no place he would rather—until my inhibitions ran low and I was mewling and squirming and rolling my hips mindlessly against his face.

Every flick of his tongue over my bundle of nerves sent my pleasure rising in waves. It felt good. He growled and mumbled something into my pussy. A curse? Praise? I couldn't quite tell, couldn't quite care, I was losing myself, burning hot. My grip on the headboard tightened. "Oh fuck." I panted, my hips rolling faster and faster. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Lost in desire, I reached down to grab a handful of his hair. "Tristan, oh God." I pulled him harder against my pussy. I was going to come. I could feel my orgasm starting to gain speed. The tension swelled and swelled, causing my muscles to flex and shake. "Oh god, I'm going to come."

He grabbed my thighs tighter at that moment and went hedonistic with his tongue, sucking and laving with relentless friction. I cried out. It felt like I was going to burst out of my skin. I couldn't. I was dying. "Yes!" I sobbed out, "Fuck yes!" It was too much, too good, so fucking unreal. What are you doing to me, Tristan?

I let go of the headboard and gripped his hair with both my hands to hold him in place as I fucked myself on his tongue, going back and forth, up and down. "Yes! God, Yes!" His stubble scraped and burned my sensitive skin and his fingers pressed into my thighs to the point of pain but I didn't care. I loved the pain, it heightened my pleasure, toppled me over the edge and I found myself coming undone with a searing cry.