Page 72 of Untaming Lady Violet
“I imagine it would.” His voice was already shaky with longing before her teeth gently nipped his earlobe.
A groan escaped his lungs. His cock hardened almost painfully, thrilled by the hint of savagery she was showing him.
Encouraged by the sound he made, Violet repeated the action, this time taking more flesh between her teeth and slightly tugging it. Then, in a flash, she let go and leisurely licked the spot.
Before he could fully react to that intriguing maneuver, her tongue was swirling around the contours of his ear, her fingers sifting through the thick waves of his hair and curling around the back of his head so he was held immobile for exploration.
Lust cascaded through Tristan. Rarely had a woman taken the time to tease him, to discover the erogenous zones of his body with the exception of his cock. Violet Everstone and her inexperienced caresses were driving him insane with need.
His fists tightened. If this went on much longer, he would not be able to stop himself from rolling her over and driving into her sweet, curvy body over and over until the world either exploded or froze in its orbit.
“When I’m with you, Tristan, when you touch me, kiss me, it feels like a thousand fireflies lighting me up from the inside. Every time, the pleasure is so overwhelming I feel like I am coming apart at the seams. As if the entire world is inside me and bursting out. Does it feel that way for you, too?”
Her mouth slowly tracked down the slope of his neck to the area where it met his shoulder. She smoothed a hand over the muscles of his chest, measuring the bulges and tracing the defined lines of his pectorals. Her lips drifted lower, brushing kisses over his flesh until she reached the flat disk of his nipple.
“I feel everything you feel, Violet,” he grunted. “Magnified until I spend my days going crazy wanting you.”
“Is it like that no matter who you make love to, or is this something special we only feel with each other?” Her inquiry was followed by the tip of her wicked, little tongue swiping at his nipple just before the bit of flesh was sucked into the heat of her mouth.
Muscles tightening, Tristan very nearly shot off the settee. Against his better judgment, one hand found its way into the wealth of her hair.
Clenching a chunk of auburn curls in his fist, he struggled against the urge to snatch her up and kiss her to within an inch of her life.
“It’s not like this with anyone else.” Tugging her head back, he forced her to meet his gaze. “It’sneverbeen like this before. No one,no one,makes me feel like you do. And with every jealous thread of my selfish soul, I am determined that you never forget my hands on your skin. My mouth on yours. Our bodies joined together.”
With the quickness of a jungle cat, Tristan moved to a sitting position and settled Violet so she straddled his lap.
This placed her chest at eye-level. The temptation was greater than any mortal man could resist. Nuzzling the soft, fragrant skin bared by the gaping chemise, Tristan ran his tongue over the shadowy valley between her breasts, searching for her nipples through the flimsy cloth. Finding one, he drew it into his mouth and tasted her until the chemise’s fabric grew damp and transparent.
His hands skimmed the span of Violet’s waist, slowly dropping even further until the curves of her buttocks rested in his palms. Gripping her tighter brought her flush against his aching shaft, and with an excited moan, Violet’s fingers plowed through the thick waves of his hair. She pressed him to her breasts, her breathing intensifying with each passing moment as he feasted.
“Open my trousers and free me,” he muttered around a mouthful of her creamy flesh.
Violet barely fumbled while following the command. Shifting her body, she quickly navigated the buttons and helped him shed the garment with just a touch of awkwardness.
She giggled against his lips when he finally kicked them aside.
“You should consider more easily accessible clothing, Viscount.”
“If it were up to me, neither of us would wear a stitch when we are together.” He kissed the underside of her chin, his hands returning to grip the bare globes of her bottom.
“How scandalous of you. Imagine the reactions at afternoon tea if you had your way. We would certainly turn heads.”
“If I had my way, we would spend all day and night making love,” he replied with a husky laugh. “To hell with tea and anything or anyone outside this room. I have a feast of violets in my arms and no need for anything else.”
Violet bracketed his face in her hands, staring down at him for a long moment, her fingers stilling until they no longer twisted in his hair. She appeared dazed by his ardor.
“You say the sweetest, most wicked things, Tristan. Sometimes, I wonder if I should believe…”
Tristan swore beneath his breath. “Every word is the truth, Violet, even if I cannot offer more than what I give you in this moment. Now, if you are not too ill-used by my selfish addiction to you, would you like to learn how to ride?”
She kissed him softly. “We’re still not talking about horses, are we?”
“I want you too badly to jest about such matters at the moment.” Squeezing her plump buttocks until she sighed in dreamy surrender, he positioned her body until it would take only a surge of his hips to breach her. “Spread your legs wider, Violet. Lower yourself onto me. Take me deep inside you. Move as you will and don’t stop until you’ve found your pleasure by using me. I want your heartbeat branding my flesh with your name.”
Chapter 29
Tristan felt so damned good, so sinfully hot and forbidden there against the junction of her thighs, Violet knew she could not deny him. Although her flesh was tender and her internal muscles were already clenching with anticipation that it would most likely hurt, she did as he said.
