Page 87 of Untaming Lady Violet
But Violet would not allow it.
Her hand crept into the space between their bodies. She twisted and squirmed until the buttons of his breeches were open and he throbbed in the palm of her hand.
His breath caught.
“Violet, my sweet, wild Violet. I have very little willpower when it comes to you, but I have enough to deny myself until you are legally mine.”
“But I do not, Tristan. I want you now.” She nipped at his throat like an untamed creature before kissing the sting away. “I want you to hold me. Kiss me. Remind me that our hearts beat together. Will you do this for me?”
And because he could deny her nothing, Tristan groaned in surrender. In a move that elicited a shocked laugh from Violet, he flipped her onto her stomach. He encouraged her to lay forward, her bottom lifted for his pleasure.
“I will do anything for you. But this, this will be done my way, Violet. Do you understand?”
Violet purred in response and arched against him, her beautifully plump rear rubbing against his groin. “Yes, Tristan. Yes. Only, do hurry. Morning will be here soon, and—oh, God.”
Her heated demand melted into a sigh of pleasure as Tristan’s hand swept under her nightgown, smoothing over the rounded globes of her buttocks before breaching the space between her thighs. She was already wet for him, and the knowledge made him tremble with anticipation.
“First, we must rid you of this bothersome garment.” Leaning back on his haunches, Tristan used both hands to rip the nightgown into two halves, the flimsy material separating like cobwebs.
Violet gasped in stunned delight, then moaned when Tristan’s mouth touched her shoulder. In careful exploration, he moved slowly to the delicate length of her spine. He worshiped the satin skin until she was writhing beneath him before moving to her buttocks. He covered the pale flesh with a thousand kisses, nipping softly occasionally with his teeth and plunging a finger into the warmth of her vagina. A demanding rhythm soon had her crying for release, her flesh clenching around his fingers, begging to be filled.
Leaning back, Tristan enjoyed the view. Violet’s bottom undulated before him, his fingers wedged into paradise, his thumb teasing the tiny bit of flesh in a way that would soon send her flying over the edge.
And then, because he knew from experience what it would do, he lightly slapped the pale flesh of one buttock, his hand leaving behind a pink imprint, his words a low growl.
“Come for me, Violet.”
Violet choked on a sob, shattering so completely Tristan felt the shockwaves of her climax as it traveled from his hand, up his arm, and through his own body. The next instant, he guided himself into her sheath, groaning as the squeeze of her flesh nearly drove him insane.
He spanked her again, gratified when she rocked back against him with a cry of pleasure so pure and so sweet, he very nearly spilled himself inside her. Gripping her hips, he forced her movements to still, but inside her, where he was nestled so deep, he felt every quiver of her soul.
“Sweet, sweet love.” He had a tenuous grip on his control, and he wanted to plunge over and over until his mind exploded in oblivion. “How have I existed without you?”
“Don’t stop, Tristan,” she panted, clutching handfuls of sheets and covers and even a pillow.
He wouldn’t stop, but he also wouldn’t take her this first time, this first time when they had declared their love for one another, without seeing her eyes.
Withdrawing from her, he turned her onto her back and sunk between her thighs once more. Yes, he still wore his shirt, his boots, even his trousers, which were currently hanging past his hips. None of that mattered as he buried himself. He could see her eyes now. See the love shining from them.
He could see her soul as surely as she could see his.
“I love you,” he muttered, building her passion back up into a raging inferno in which he would happily burn for an eternity. “I will always love you.”
“I know, Tristan.” Lifting herself to meet him halfway, Violet kissed him. Her cheeks were wet with tears of happiness. “I love you, too.”
His release was a combustible fire that swept her along with him. Violet cried out, clutching him tightly as he poured himself deep inside her.
“Thank God, you are mine, Violet.” Tristan held her tight, absorbing and savoring every tremor as she surrendered everything to him. “Mine at last. And I’ll never let you go.”
Epilogue
Longleigh Woods
Three months later…
“Up you go.”
“Up?” Violet needlessly questioned. Her hands were damp, slick with nervousness. Quickly, she swiped her palms over the skirts of her riding habit.
