Page 67 of Untaming Lady Violet
Suddenly, it did not hurt as badly as it had moments before. Suddenly, something raw and all-consuming was swamping her senses. An urge to move, to undulate, to kiss and be kissed rose inside her, and with a moan, she surrendered.
Would he kiss her as he had before? Would his hands roam her flesh, finding new points of pleasure and driving her insane with need?
Tristan’s smile was both wicked and warm. “Has the pain lessened, kitten? Are you ready now?”
Violet offered a softly murmured, “Please”, in response.
He never looked away and neither did she as he began moving inside her.
Shallow, exploratory movements soon morphed into full, demanding thrusts where his pelvis collided with her sensitive pearl, his cock hitting so deep it touched another magical spot inside her. Her legs came up, instinctively wrapping around his narrow hips as she hesitantly matched the rocking lunges.
Was this the right response? She didn’t know. She only knew that everything he was doing felt heavenly. She felt both owned and dominated as Tristan’s hand gripped her hip, holding her in place for the taking.
Her own body’s response startled her. Her movements become increasingly focused while, at the same time, strangely erratic.
Because even if Tristan’s deep plunges sent tiny frissons of pain trickling over the pleasure, she could not remain still.
Her hands tunneled through his dark hair, clutching fiercely each time he kissed her or took the peak of her breast into the inferno of his mouth. Her hips rose and fell in tandem with Tristan’s, accompanied by his murmured encouragement. Something wonderful and terrifying commanded her now. There was no stopping or hiding from it.
And she could no more stop herself from loving him than she could keep the sun from rising every morning.
The pleasure grew. More. More. More. Until her eyes fluttered shut against an overwhelming tide of emotion.
She was drifting. Flying.
Drowning.
“Look at me, Violet.”Whiplash sharp, Tristan’s voice dragged her back to him.
She obeyed and the glittering, possessive want in his eyes split her universe apart, rushing her into a dazzling world of sensation. A low, choked sob broke free from her throat as she arched against him. It echoed in the quiet of the room, and Tristan growled with satisfaction as her climax rolled over them both.
“Yes, that’s it, my beautiful girl. My sweet kitten. You’ve given me your first kiss. Your first climax. Everything. And now this. No one else shall have these things from you.They. Are. Mine.”
With a half-intelligible, strangled curse, he began thrusting harder and harder until Violet wondered if the world would explode with the exquisite tension.
Then abruptly, without warning, Tristan tore himself away, pulling out from her body.
Violet cried out against the loss, but he was already moving back from her, erecting space between them.
“I can’t hold back… I can’t.” Rising on his haunches, Tristan gripped his cock in one hand, stroking and squeezing while Violet watched in startled, but dreamy fascination. Despite their bodies now being separated, his dark eyes burned into hers until everything felt a hundred times more intimate.
At that moment, she could see into his soul. And she wanted nothing more than to drown there in the velvety depths of his desire.
“Violet…”The words spilled out as he exploded with a guttural cry. Hot seed pumped from his shaft in a visceral display of lust, splashing onto her bare stomach. Throwing his head back at the culmination of climax, hair disheveled from Violet’s fingers, he could have easily been mistaken for a wild creature celebrating a fresh kill.
And Violet was utterly, completely entranced.
Shuddering from release, Tristan partially collapsed on top of her. His arms slid beneath her shoulders, keeping the bulk of his weight suspended so she wouldn’t be crushed.
Violet’s fingers threaded through the thick waves of Tristan’s hair as he nestled into the crook of her neck. She stroked the dark locks while his breathing eased back to normal and their hearts lessened their brutal pounding.
Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, he held her even tighter, his breath warm against her ear.
How Violet wished they could remain like this forever, although the settee was becoming uncomfortable, and the fluid on her stomach, smeared by the contact of their bodies, was turning damp and sticky.
She would pay a king’s ransom if it meant they would never have to leave this room.
The words he’d uttered while possessing her were stamped into Violet’s brain, turning everything crystal clear and clearing away the fog of incredible pleasure.
