The Turncoat Reveals Themselves Part One

Aliana and Tristan moved together in a rhythm that was making her insides clench and burn as they made love. He drove into her at a punishing rate and Aliana couldn't stop herself from meeting his thrusts every time he pulled back into her. 

"How bout a change in scenery?" Tristan murmured. The Duke picked Aliana up momentarily dislodging himself from her to carry her out of the bath and into his bed. She frowned at the sudden loss of fullness but let Tristan carry her.

Aliana held onto Tristan's shoulders and took in more of his rooms along the way. The decor was all dark greys and blacks with some hints of dark blue and green. His masculine nature poured over into his surroundings well. 

Once they reached the bed, Tristan tossed Aliana on it lightly and crawled up next to her. She rolled over into Tristan's arms and he gathered her close to him.