Andria's POV
Her moan vibrated through me, soft yet powerful. "Repeat it," I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. "Say you're mine. I need to hear it again."
"I'm yours," she whispered, the words trembling, her scent getting stronger, hitting me till I felt dizzy with lust.
Those two words detonated something deep inside me. My control slipped, my hands exploring her as though I'd been starved of this moment all my life.
She arched into me, her legs parting of their own accord, her body answering with a hunger that matched my own.
Every time she gasped my name, every time she dug her nails into my skin, it set fire to places I didn't even know could burn.
"I want you to repeat my name, I want you to scream my name as I take you," I demanded, roughly entering into her mound, allowing her wetness to surround me.
"Tristan…" she breathed, almost a plea, nearly a warning.
