She shook her head.Then Violet kissed him.The kiss was demanding, insistent, and he sank into the heat of her mouth.Her hands traveled up his back, and she hooked them on his shoulders, guiding him on top of her as she leaned back.He braced his arms against the backrest so he wouldn’t crush her, but he didn’t give up her mouth.Fuck, she was so delicious.Sweet and tangy, he lost himself in her kiss.She fisted his shirt as her tongue explored his mouth, dueling with his.
She pulled his shirt free from his trousers to slide her hands underneath.The feel of her fingertips exploring his skin made him groan with pleasure.“Violet, are you sure?You are so delicate, beautiful.I don’t want to break you,” he said softly next to her ear.
His hair was yanked as she pulled his head up, forcing him to look into her eyes.They blazed with heat, but he wasn’t sure if it was desire or anger.Turns out, it was a bit of both.
“I am not delicate.I have been broken, and I have glued myself back together many times over the past year.What happened to what you said about my strength, my fierce determination?Or was that all simply to placate me?”
“No.”He shook his head.“I meant those things I said.You have been through so much.I don’t want to hurt you too.”
“You can’t have it both ways, Rhys.You can’t admire me for my strength and want to put me on a shelf like a porcelain doll.I am a real woman with desires.”Her hand slid from his hair to grasp his chin.“I never thought I would feel the kind of passion that you have awoken in me.Are you going to ravish me?”
As though he could deny her anything.But especially this.He leaned in to capture her lips, taking his time to show her that his answer was yes.Always yes.
Violet shoved him backward, and he thought she had changed her mind.But she rose to her knees and pushed his braces off and down his arms.Then her hands were under his shirt again, roaming across his stomach and up to his chest.Her nimble fingers played with his nipples, and he let loose a growl of approval.She pulled the shirt over his head.
He helped by bending forward to nuzzle her neck while she freed his arms from the shirt.
“Mmmm.You always smell so good.Like honey and oranges.”
Her low, throaty laugh vibrated against his lips.He bit gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“Oh, that’s nice.”She gripped the back of his neck, keeping his mouth on her.“You smell good too—spicy, of smoke and sin.”
“You have no idea, baby.”He licked up to her ear and pulled her earlobe into his mouth.
“Stop distracting me.I am trying to undress you.”She tugged at the top button on his trousers.
Rhys straightened.“Oh, are you, then?”
With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she had his trouser buttons open in seconds.Her gaze lifted to meet his, eyes filled with triumph.Delicate fingertips traced a pattern across the muscles of his stomach, making him quiver.His cock jumped.Had he ever been this fucking hard?Rhys tipped his head back with a low moan as her fingers trailed downward to delve inside his trousers, wrapping around his cock.He lost his mind.He rolled his hips in a jerky moment of desperation for her to stroke him.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, I love having your hands on me.Stroke it, baby.”
She did as he asked.His eyes rolled back at how good it felt.It had been so fucking long since he had anyone touch him besides his own rough, quick handling.He was leaking like crazy, and the slip and slide of her hand was going to have him coming far too soon.
“I like how it feels,” she murmured.“I never touched a man’s staff before.Stuart was always, um, in and out fairly quickly.He never seemed interested in me touching him.But your body is beautiful.Like carved marble.”
He grasped her wrist to stay her stroke.“Sugar, I need a break, or I will be coming all over your hand, and I want to be balls deep in your pussy when that happens.”
Her eyes widened.But her hand slipped out of his trousers.Instead, she smoothed them over his chest again.“I like touching you.”
“I like touching you too.”He reached around to pull off his shoes.Then he stood to shove down his trousers.Returning to her, he kissed her bee-stung lips as he made quick work of the buttons of her dress.It was his turn to stroke her smooth skin.He bent to place kisses along her shoulder as he pulled the bodice of her dress down.Unfortunately, she wore far more clothes today than she had the last time he’d undressed her.Pulling down the next layer, an airy cotton chemise, he growled at the short stays that trapped her beautiful tits.
Laughing at him, she shrugged.“My new wardrobe arrived on Tuesday afternoon.”
“How disappointing.”He tugged at the strings to loosen them.“Even these ribbons are black?”He snorted at the fuss the quality made over mourning.Regular people would often only add a black armband to their limited wardrobe.Death was a fact.And life had to go on.Frustrated with the layers, he lifted her to her feet and roughly pushed the opened stays off her shoulders.With a wiggle and a small tug, Violet sent the dress and chemise slithering to her feet.
Rhys took his fill of her naked form—pale skin lightly freckled across her shoulders and down her arms, luscious tits with rosy-pink nipples.Unable to resist, he circled one with a finger, then gave it a light pinch.Violet’s eyes closed on a soft hum.Her body was soft and lush, the swell of her belly and the flare of her hips led his eyes down to the brown curls that covered her mons.Below, black stockings created a stark contrast against her porcelain skin.He bent down onto one knee and pulled at the ribbons that tied the stockings using his teeth, placing kisses along her leg as he rolled one down.
She gripped his shoulder as she lifted her foot so he could remove it.He placed a kiss on her ankle; even her feet were delicate.He kissed his way down the other leg, and when he had her completely nude, he simply sat back and stared up at her, overwhelmed by what a gift she was sharing with him.Violet ran her fingers through his hair.Her eyes shone with soft emotion.“You treat me with such care.How could you ever believe that you were the bad guy?”
“Baby, I’m just getting started.”He leaned in and buried his nose into her mons.Licking between the folds, he was rewarded by a taste of her essence.He groaned, and gripping her thighs, he urged her legs apart.She was so wet already.He rubbed his thumb around her entrance and up over her clit.Her fingers in his hair tightened as she let out a mewl of pleasure.Any control he had left to go slow snapped, his lust so tightly leashed set loose.He grasped her lush behind and pulled her against his mouth, sucking her clit into his mouth.Wild with the scent of her pussy, he ate her like she was his last meal before being hanged for his crimes.Her moans of pleasure enflamed his urgency to bring her to climax.
“Rhys, I feel as though my legs are made of jelly.I fear I will topple.”
He rose.Picking her up, he reclined back into the chaise with her straddling his lap.He suckled one perfect, rosy nipple, and she rolled her hips along his cock in response.Christ, he had to be inside her now.“Violet, you’re in charge.Take what you want.Take your pleasure.”
