Lady Arristaire.
His Lady Arristaire.
"Yes," Jynx gasped against his mouth, then groaned as he pressed up into her and sensation zinged through her body. She panted lightly, rolling her hips harshly against his as she kissed him over and over. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, gods yes."
She pulled away for a moment, just long enough to undo the buttons of his shirt she still wore, letting it fall open and hang loosely off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She rocked against him again, scrabbling at the waistband of his trousers and whining, needy, when her fingers fumbled. She kissed his lips, his nose, his cheek, his jaw, his throat, anything she could reach.
"Trest." His name was a whimper as she frantically tried to rid them of the last barriers of clothing. "Trest—Trest, please, more, please..."