A Broken Sound Between Lips
Tristan had never seen her cry before. He reached out his fingers and gently wiped away the teardrops at the corner of her eyes. His deep and magnetic voice echoed slowly, "Do you want it?"
Cynthia looked up at him. The clear apricot eyes lost their previous determination, leaving only a pitiful gleam, like a white rose in a storm.
"Tristan, I feel so turned on; can you help me..."
The fiery heat inside her body was about to melt her from the inside out. A low laugh escaped Tristan's throat, and he kissed her forehead.
"You're not thinking straight right now."
He feared that Cynthia would regret it, regret this night for the rest of her life. Cynthia seemed to understand his concerns. Like a soft snake, she entwined herself around him, kissing his jaw, his lips, and finally settling on his Adam's apple. "I don't regret it..."
Tristan looked at her, his eyes becoming deeper and hotter. Finally, unable to endure any longer, he flipped over, pressing her beneath him.