Although this wasn't the first time she had kissed Tristan, tonight it felt different. She felt so high on his kisses that she did not want it to stop.
Tristan knew the reason for Aria's heightened emotions was because of him taking her blood, and it would be right for him to stop, but he would never be able to control himself with this woman.
When Aria finally pulled away to catch her breath, her flushed face and the way her eyes searched his made something inside him stir. She looked at him like he was the only thing in her world.
"Aria…" Tristan started, his voice low and hesitant.
"I want you," she interrupted softly, her voice trembling, yet certain.
Her words stopped him cold. He wanted to tell her to rest, to let the moment pass, but when she slowly slid the strap of her nightgown down her shoulder and let it fall to her waist, his resolve cracked.
