“Tristan,” she breathed, “I c-can’t.”
Firming his lips, he leaned down to kiss her softly. “You can. You will.” His lips curved in a smile. “Don’t you feel it, baby? Can you feel what my fingers are doing to you? Again? Just think about how it’ll feel when it’s my cock inside you. Do you want me to fuck you, Camille? Because I want that. I want to slide my dick inside you, claim your body as mine all night. Make you scream my name. I want to feel you clench around me as you cum all over my dick.”
He didn’t separate from her body this entire time. Her hips didn’t stop rocking. The thumb pressing against her didn’t cease its mind-blowing rotation. Camille felt her body climbing the mountain. This time, she decided to fall freely. To fully give herself to Tristan. Whatever he wanted from her was his to take. The tension in her body released as her mouth opened in a silent scream.
In the recesses of her sex-addled brain, she could have sworn she heard Tristan say, “Damn, baby. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go.”
Good thing she was only imagining those words coming out of his mouth. To be claimed by the Death Bringer would forever change her life. Honestly, she didn’t think she’d be able to handle more than one night with him.
CHAPTER 5
Tristan knew he’d overwhelmed her in the car. He didn’t regret one moment of it. To see her that way, and to know it was done by his actions, was more than he could have hoped for. When he’d planned their night, he’d promised himself he’d do things the right way. He’d be the perfect gentleman. Take her out for dinner and dancing. Show her a different side of him than what he was sure she’d read in the papers.
His good intentions flew out the window as soon as she’d opened the door. That little black dress she wore fit her so well. Showed off every curve of her body, while still being elegant and classy. Her beautiful brown skin beckoned him closer. From the moment he’d seen her that night, nothing could have stopped him from getting a taste.
Licking his lips, he captured a bit more of her essence as it lingered on his tongue. Catching her gaze, he smiled wickedly in her direction. Her eyes widened in shock, but he knew she understood his message. Body squirming next to him, she lifted her glass of water and took a long sip. Laughing at her shyness, he raised his own glass of scotch and took a drink.
“I’m so glad you came out with me tonight,” he broke the silence.
Tilting her head to look at him, she nodded. “So am I.”
“I didn’t do too much in the car, did I?”
Even with her dark skin, he caught flush of embarrassment creeping up her face. Shaking her head, she gave him a small smile. “No. It was unexpected but very nice.”
Tristan lifted an eyebrow, before questioning her wording. “Very nice? Hmph. I must be losing my touch. I’ll have to continue to work on my technique. Very nice isn’t good enough.”
“It’s not?” Camille raised a shaky hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Tristan leaned closer, his voice rough with need. “No. I want your every thought to be of me, my fingers, my lips, my cock. Very nice is not the phrase I want running through your mind when I’m not with you.”
Tristan knew he was coming on strong, but he didn’t care. Nor did she back down. That’s how he knew Camille was different. She took whatever he gave, without running. He’d already decided that he wasn’t letting her go. She might as well get used to the man he was.
He wasn’t a stupid man. Tristan knew she wasn’t his usual type. In the past, he would have had the woman on her knees, sucking his cock as they made their way to the restaurant. He would have never given her pleasure without seeking his own in return. Women in the past meant nothing to him. He used them as nothing more than a means to an end. He fucked them, forgot about them, and they thanked for the small taste they’d received.
Gazing at Camille’s face, he knew he’d never demean her that way. If she wanted to please him, it would be her choice. It would be because she wanted to gift him with her mouth on his cock. Not because he demanded it or thought it would convince him to give her more than one night.
Her sensual voice broke through his thoughts. “Okay, so is that all youwantme to think about when you’re on my mind?”
“I want you to think that I’m the only man who makes you feel out of control. That my hands on your body are the only touch you need. My voice in your ear as I claim your body as mine over and over again, is the only sound you need. That when we’re together, and you’re screaming my name in release, I want you to know you’ve waited your whole life for me. That’s what I want you to think. But I sure as hell don’t want you to think the wordsvery nice.” Leaning back, he cocked one eyebrow. “Hell, that shits almost offensive. I think we need to try again.” Shifting the arm closest to her, his hand began sliding up her leg, and she froze.
Luckily, she was saved by the bell.Well, the waiter, that is.
“Ma’am, the grilled Chilean Sea Bass. Mr. Lucarelli, your pasta carbonara.”
He gave the waiter a few minutes to finish the meal presentation. Once the man walked away, Tristan looked over at Camille. “You good, sweetheart?”
Eyes wide, she nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.” She took a deep breath. “You’re pretty intense.”
Setting his napkin across his lap, he agreed. “I am.”
“Are you like this with everything you do? Everyone you meet?”
Trying not to smile, he shook his head. Camille was trying to understand if he was like this with every woman he took out. He’d play her game for now. He could only imagine how she was trying to get her bearings, adjust to his style.
He’d give her time, but that didn’t mean he was pulling back. No, he’d just be patient. This woman was going to be his forever, so he needed to help her see he was worth the effort.
“With my work, yes. I have the utmost focus on things going the way I expect them to, when I expect them to happen. My intensity is what makes me who I am. It’s what keeps me going even when others would have backed away to go in a different direction. I’m unforgiving when it comes to my—family life. You should know that most of the stories you’ve heard about me are probably true.”