Ravished (The Teplo Trilogy #1) by Ayden K Morgen Read Free Book Online

demanding and gentle at once. He lashed his arms about her waist, dragging her body closer to his. His long fingers burrowed under her skirt as he lapped at her mouth. Her silk panties slid down her legs.
    He tore his mouth from hers with a groan.
    Before she could comprehend how she'd even gotten there, she was in the booth the scraggly addict had vacated no more than two minutes before. Tristan's hands were wrapped around her thighs, spreading her legs open.
    "Lift," he commanded, tapping her scarred thigh.
    She obeyed, watching through heavy lids and a haze of lust as he draped her leg over his shoulder.
    "Does this hurt?" His gaze flickered to hers.
    She shook her head, too far gone to even care if it did hurt. She wanted this. She wanted him.
    He positioned her other leg on the seat, exposing her.
    Lillian shivered as his eyes traveled down her wantonly draped body, the vivid blue of his irises darkening. Her nipples tightened. Whimpers left her lips of their own volition as the heat in his gaze sent lava into her veins. When his gaze honed in between her spread thighs, she felt desired, wanted… and more frantic for him than at any other time in the last twenty-four hours.
    "So pink," he murmured, devouring her with his gaze. "Tell me I can taste you." His words weren't a question or a plea. They were the same sort of command he'd issued since first dragging her onto the dance floor the night before. The same command she found herself desperate to answer.
    "Please," she whispered, writhing in expectation.
    "Please what? Say it." He slid his hands up her thighs, his rough palms creating friction where they scratched her smoother skin. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
    "I need-" She writhed again as his fingers glided across the curls between her legs so close to where she needed him, but not close enough. "Oh God, please."
    His talented fingers brushed, dipping into her folds for the briefest of moments, and then slid away. "Tell me."
    She knew he wouldn't relent until she gave him what he wanted. He would not end his torment until she begged. As if he could read her mind, his fingers dipped and slid. Dipped and slid. Desperation grew in leaps and bounds when he made that same circuit a third and then fourth time, his fingers coming within millimeters of her clit before dancing nimbly away.
    "Taste me," she cried out, as heated by his demands and teasing as she was frustrated by them. She curled her fingers into the cushion beneath her, digging in. "Please, Tristan."
    His lips curved upward in wicked satisfaction.
    He buried his head between her legs with a throaty groan. His hands clamped roughly around her hips, dragging and lifting her toward his devouring mouth. She panted breathlessly as he lapped at her, his tongue swirling through her folds before plunging into her.
    "So fucking good," he groaned against her center. "So sweet."
    She was spiraling, dancing... racing toward release. It didn't build slowly or leisurely in any way. It bubbled like lava and erupted with a scream, tearing her from reality as his lips seamed around her clit, holding her captive to the brilliancy of his flickering tongue.
    She didn't stop crying out for a long time.
     

     
    "Beautiful," Tristan said lifetimes later, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before sliding her legs closed. He placed his hand over the scar on her leg, squeezing with gentle fingers.
    She offered him a small smile, too sated and boneless to even consider moving on her own. Her mind was numb, deliciously blank. She had never come so hard or for so long in her life. Everything tingled. Her body felt detached and fuzzy. Head to toe, she felt amazing.
    "You okay?" he asked, staring into her eyes. His gaze was softer than before. Hints of that same protectiveness she saw swirling there in the restaurant bathroom peeked from his lust-dilated pupils.
    Reality and questions began to trickle back into her mind at that look in his eyes.
    Who was he?
    Why was he