Chapter 17. Tell Me What You Want

Athena

When he noticed I was close, he pulled back, the same way I did, I let out a curse that has him chuckling. His lips were glistening, his eyes wild and tender all at once.

I was breathless… I wanted more. Wanted him to finish what he started but Tristan had other plans.

He stood up and moved me till I laid bare in the middle of the bed, his hands caresses my face then down to my shoulders, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with reverent touches that make me shiver over again.

I arch into his touch, my hands exploring the broad expanse of his chest, marveling at the way his muscles flex under my palms.

He’s always been strong, always been protective, but there’s something different about the way he holds me now. Not like I’m fragile and might break, but like I’m precious and he wants to worship every inch of me.

His mouth finds that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and when he presses an open-mouthed kiss the