Chapter 44 His Fingers

• She bit her bottom lip to not let out a loud moan, but a soft sob escaped her lips instead. Tristan chuckled in response, and he kissed the corner of her mouth. Samantha turned her head a little to kiss him properly and deepened the kiss, feeling Tristan's fingers sliding slowly down her thighs, caressing her inner thigh.
• "T-Tristan, what are you doing?" She barely managed to say, while her knees were trembling. Samantha looked into his eyes and saw the same lust she saw in earlier.
• "I don't understand why you're torturing me like this?" she said weakly, unable to stop whimpering. Tristan smirked, then slowly, very slowly, slid his finger inside her.