She was so close, her body aching, weeping for release. For him. She didn't understand it and didn't want to. It was just the two of them now. The guard was gone. Out of patience and out of time. There was nothing keeping Tristan from finishing what he'd started. But he wouldn't. He looked as confused as she felt. With her mind merged so completely with his, she shifted her focus and looked at herself through his eyes. What she saw surprised her. She ... fascinated him. In Tristan's eyes, she was a creature of grace. He saw everything, good and bad, blended in a way that yielded something utterly beautiful— her. He saw her as a ray of light and color in this dark place. A breath of fresh air, scented with—she blushed—ecstasy. Tristan regarded her as a treasure that was all his own. To admire and gain strength from; to keep safe from other, greedy hands. The discovery was so unexpected it took some of the edge off the frighteningly intense lust of a second ago. She still felt drawn to him, but it was ...
