Restraint.
That was something that Tristan had always prided himself in having. But as it turned out, when it came to his wife, he had very little of that quality.
How many kisses would be enough? Even at that very moment the question ghosted over his mind as he crowded Ariel against a wall, his mouth capturing hers.
When they broke apart, and he stared at her kiss swollen lips, the answer came to him.
There would never be enough kisses in the world.
How could there be?
