Page 66 of Untaming Lady Violet
A strange calm washed over Violet.
He will not harm me.
Nor would he demand more than she was willing to give. It was somehow liberating to realize sheneededhis hands on her like this. Gripping her with restrained fierceness. She liked how he seemed on the verge of going a little insane at the thought of possessing her. It matched her own internal madness to have him at any cost.
Before another heartbeat passed between them, Violet surged forward. Her mouth closed over the cushiony soft head of his cock in curious, inexperienced exploration.
That brief moment, with his body pressed so intimately between her lips, ignited a firestorm.
Tristan clutched Violet’s shoulders, hauling her up from the floor with such speed she was momentarily dizzy.
She was then crushed against him, his voice a fierce growl in her ear.
“Enough.”
He devoured her mouth, kissing her hard and deep. Kissing her until she was so caught up in the wild splendor of it, she did not realize he had kicked out of his trousers and was lowering her to the velvet settee. Her body was shifted until Tristan had her positioned as he desired, with her head resting on the upholstered softness of the low, decoratively carved arm while he sprawled between her opened thighs.
“Are you ready to become mine?” The whisper was murmured against her lips, his mouth searching and ravenous.
I’ve always been yours. Forever,Violet wanted to say, but she held her breath, swallowed the words instead. Drowning in his dark brown, gold-flecked eyes, she slowly nodded her head.
“It shall pain you for a moment, but after that, I promise nothing but pleasure, Violet.” He rocked against her, making her shockingly aware of his shaft. “And there will be no chance of a child, I swear it.”
Could something that large, something so hot it could be a lit flame against the tender flesh between her legs actually fit inside her?
It would. And she grew weary of waiting for him to claim her. This,thiswas fate in all of its glory.
“I trust you, Tristan. I know you will not harm me if you can avoid it.” Her arms wound around his neck. “Please, I want you so desperately, I ache with it. Do not stop, even if I cry out.”
Tristan’s forehead touched hers while, at the same time, his cock pushed against the damp folds of her cleft. “My wild girl. Forgive me for this. Forgive me for needing you to the point I cannot think clearly enough to determine right from wrong.”
“Nothing about this is wrong,” Violet declared with a stubborn lift of her chin.
His smile was a bit wistful, but he nodded in agreement. “Hold tight to me now, love.”
One second, Violet was empty; the next, Tristan was filling her, steadily inching forward, stretching and burning her until she felt the need to squirm away. When she did move, Tristan grasped her hip, his fingers biting into the soft flesh.
“Do not move, my sweet darling. Be still just a moment longer,” he said in a harsh mutter. His hips flexed, and Violet gasped as the pressure increased until it felt she was overflowing. “I’m barely inside you, and there is still more to come.” Pressing fevered kisses to her mouth, her neck, her jawline, Tristan’s other hand came up and braced on the settee arm above her head.
Capturing her gaze, he held it with such force Violet felt almost frightened. He looked like a Viking plundering a new treasure trove.
“Do not look away from me, Violet. I want this moment seared on your brain for an eternity.”
She nodded, unsure what he meant by such a fierce declaration.
Surging forward, Tristan quickly broke the barrier of her virginity and sealed their fate.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. A wordless cry of pain rose up from her throat and was swallowed with a tiny whimper.
Tristan’s eyes smoldered with possessiveness. With lust. With something so elusive Violet could not place a name to it.
“I’m sorry.” He dropped another kiss to her lips. “Remember, the pain is fleeting.”
He was right. The sharp ache was already receding as the seconds passed. But steady and patient, Tristan waited, waited for something inside her to shift and accept this intimate invasion. Their breaths collided and mingled while the bombardment of her senses was processed and analyzed.
There was the dull throbbing, of course, but also fullness and heat. Flickering flames grew and spread, sparks firing like Chinese firecrackers.
Tristan’s body buried so deep inside her ignited every nerve ending, prickling her skin until goosebumps rushed over her in waves. His broad chest brushed the tender peaks of her breasts, his stomach pressed intimately against her lower belly. Violet was so sensitive, every touch or caress, no matter how featherlike, sent unfamiliar tingles cascading through her veins.
