79 | ACT V, SCENE VI

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"You know what? I think I will," he whispered softly in my ear, his voice a dulcet caress as he picked up a glass of wine, swept me off my feet and headed upstairs.

[WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

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[WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. AND PLEASE READ IT ONLY WHEN ALONE! ;)]

HARTINGTON CASTLE, ALNWICK, STORMHOLT.

EDWINA

TRISTAN BOLTED THE DOOR, LOCKING it shut as he put me down with a knowing grin. My lips twitched up in a smile as we both regarded each other, our gazes meeting in an ancient dance of our entwined souls. He leaned casually against the wall, sipping the blood red sangria, and his eyes twinkled roguishly as he watched me over the gold rimmed glass.

"Did I ever tell you you're kind of beautiful, woman?"

"No, I believe you didn't," I shot him a disarming smile, unable to contain the excitement and heavy arousal burning in my chest. Desire overwhelmed me, a welcome relief from the chaos of the last few weeks. The only thing I wanted right now was to have my body pressed against his. Tristan raised an eyebrow in mocking enjoyment, flinging his black cloak aside.

"Now," he whispered huskily, taking a step closer, "I do believe we have some... unfinished business to take care of."

"Mmm."

"Ah. Remind me where we left off last night?"

"Who the fuck cares? We can start over from the beginning," I cooed sultrily. He was now close enough for me to see the artery pushing at his strong throat, the fine white skin visible through the shirt he was wearing, the first two buttons open. His voice rolled and curled against my skin, like smoke in the air.

"Hmmm... but you did ask for someone to shut you up first," he muttered with a grin, taking another sip and moving closer.

His heady scent was all around me, spice and wild musk and brushed leather. Tonight it held a raw edge to it, something more thrilling. With deliberate slowness, I gave Tristan a mysterious smile and pried the goblet out of his hands, taking a sip of the wine. My eyes drank in the heavenly sight of him. Messy black hair so soft it melted in my hands, eyes darker than any galaxy, flames of midnight blue passion sparking in them. He watched my lipstick stain the gold rim, amused, yet his gaze was smoldering hot.

"Who did you have in mind?" I asked innocently. He deftly took the wine back, lips curling.

"I think I'll take full responsibility," he said thoughtfully, draining the glass in one sip.

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