I mewl into Tristan’s mouth, these sounds I’m making right now ones I know I’ve never made before. He rips himself away, leaving me swaying toward him, but Jameson’s hand snatches my jaw, turning my face to him so he can steal his own first kiss. I melt into him as soon as our lips meet; he’s soft, slow and sensual, his languid motions indicative of how in control he always is; this is my torture, this is his power.
