She almost shivered as she felt his arms come around her waist from behind, her breath quickened as she felt her back plastered against his chest, then the warmth of his breath fell on her shoulder as he dropped a kiss on her neck.
"Tristan..." His name slipped out of her mouth in a low whisper, he let her go, slowly turning her around to face him.
Did he not know how tormenting his kisses were? How his touch ignited a flame that should be long dead within her and she hated that she only became this weak in his arms.
"Please...stop." She whispered again, barely audible, but he didn't let her go, not because he wanted to ignore her protest but because there was no reluctance, fear or repulsion in her as she said those words. He felt how she burned for him, equally as much as he did for her and his mouth trailed up her neck, her chin till he found her lips again, it was hotter, the rapid wind on the rooftop couldn't extinguish the blazing heat building up between them.
