Page 64 of Untaming Lady Violet
“How very beautiful you are, Violet. A painting come to life with your sunset hair, jewel-colored eyes, and velvet skin. You fit my hands as if crafted for me, all silky curves and heat. I cannot wait to taste you again. To feel you come on my tongue, your hands clenched in my hair, holding me tight as I make you explode. I intend to make love to you with such thoroughness, you will never forget this night. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, your body will remember mine for an eternity.”
He spun her around so they stood face to face, their breaths mingling. Tristan slipped a finger beneath the strap of her chemise, lifting it slightly.
The swell of her plump breasts threatened to breach the low neckline. It tempted his willpower. Made him want to rip the flimsy garment from her body. Somehow, he restrained himself, but his hands still shook as he stared down at her.
“May I remove this, Violet?” His voice lowered to a raspy plea. “Will you allow me to have you as I wish?”
Violet swallowed hard, her eyes closing briefly before opening to regard him with a fierceness he had never witnessed in her before.
“Yes, Tristan. Dear God, yes.” The words came out in a near hiss, a mixture of arousal and curiosity and a tiny bit of trepidation. She still wanted him. Wanted him as desperately as he wanted her, and there was no going back now.
With a swiftness that robbed her of breath, he yanked the chemise over her head. When the garment was tossed aside, his beautiful Violet stood before him in nothing but her white silk stockings.
With blazing, fire-bright eyes, Tristan admired her perfect form. His hands smoothed over her flared hips, and his fingertips trailed over the curving planes of her belly. He should strip those stockings from her legs. Kiss his way down to her dainty feet, but there was always later.
For now, he wanted to look his fill of her.
Keeping their gazes locked, he cupped her full, pert breasts in the palm of each hand.
Violet blushed, automatically raising her arms to shield her nakedness, but Tristan wouldn’t allow that. With gentle persuasion, he eased her arms down, showing her wordlessly how he wished to touch her without restraint. Her hands eventually landed on his shoulders, and Tristan wondered if she was using him to remain upright.
His gaze roamed her figure, noting every lovely curve and swell. Particularly entrancing was a tiny constellation of freckles scattered on the angle of her left hipbone.
The dark, rose-colored marks formed a half-circle which trailed toward the curls between her thighs. Those innocent marks, the only blemishes he could see marking her body, called for his lips to trace and learn. They were a roadmap to pleasure, and he promised himself he would discover each one and memorize their shape with his tongue.
Using his thumbs, he wickedly strummed pale, pink nipples until they tightened into diamond-hard nubs. Her heart beat so wildly he felt its drumming, could see the leaping of her pulse in the hollow of her throat
Violet bit back a gasp as he explored her, her teeth tugging her bottom lip. When one of his hands drifted to the space between her thighs, she recoiled a half-step, but as before, Tristan stopped her.
Tugging her back to him with a soothing sound deep in his throat, he leisurely caressed the patch of soft, auburn curls.
“Be still, love.” Spreading her heated flesh and repeatedly dipping his finger inside, he gathered the moisture and bathed her with it.
“But it is impossible.” Violet gripped his forearms, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he slowly began driving her mad. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Tristan, don’t stop. No… don’t stop…”
“Yes, my little wild Violet. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Tristan whispered, his fingers moving in tight circles on the pearl hidden by the folds of her vagina. He bit at her sweet, plump lips and sucked her tongue into his mouth, lashing it with his own while his other hand kept her off-center by pinching and flicking her nipples. Within moments he had worked her into a fever pitch, her arousal flooding his hand as he urged her to a shuddering climax.
“There, my sweet darling. There…” he shushed as she panted with satisfaction and hid her face in the crook of his neck. “That was only the beginning. We’ve so much more to discover.”
“Tell me what to do, Tristan. I want so badly to please you…”
Tristan kissed the top of her head, brushing his lips over the silky tresses. Her breathless words sent a strange, possessive thrill shooting through him, making it difficult to breathe. Why she affected him so deeply, he could not understand.
Very slowly, he drew off his shirt, loving the way her eyes widened at the sight of his naked chest. She devoured every detail, every dip and line, every ridge, every muscle. And the way her eyes gleamed told him she was hungry for more, especially when her gaze dropped to the painful bulge in his trousers. She assessed his body almost ravenously before reaching out a forefinger.
Tracing the dark trail of hair running from his navel to below the band of his trousers, dazed pleasure softened her features.
“What should I do?” she breathed in wonder, her fingertips roaming the slabs of his abdomen.
Tristan chuckled, cupping her chin and tilting it upward. “You don’t have to do a damned thing, kitten, but if you must, you may begin by unbuttoning my trousers.”
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Still trembling from the orgasm Tristan coaxed from her, Violet hesitated, unsure just how one went about removing a man’s garments.
Licking her lips, she stared into the dark brown eyes watching her so closely. This business of removing his clothes should be no different than removing her own. But the logistics of it eluded her.
“It is of no matter, kitten,” Tristan said soothingly, his hands covering hers. “I should not ask something so wicked of you.”
