Ashton felt a lurch of desire deep in his gut. He wanted to kiss every inch of her bare skin, and taste her desire as she scored his back with her nails.Yes.
“Turn around,” he said in a low voice, spinning her to face the bed as his fingers set to work on the tiny buttons at the back of her deep blue silk evening gown. Drawing the gown up and over her head, he flung it carelessly aside, along with the long petticoat she wore under.
“Ashton-” gasped Violet, her gaze skittering nervously to the fabric that lay crushed on the floor. “You can’t just-”
“I can. And I will,” he growled, drawing her hair aside to bare the nape of her neck to his lips.
“I’ll buy you a dozen new dresses, it matters not.”
Cupping her jaw, he kissed the place where his necklace draped against her skin, tasting metal and a hint of sweetness. A flavour unique to her.
A few tugs made short work of her stays, and soon they joined the dress on the floor, along with her chemise.
Now she stood trembling before him, clad in nothing but the fine silk stockings, her delectable derriere pressed tight to his groin as he ran his hands down the length of her flanks, learning every curve and dip of her body along the way.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
His voice was gravelly, thick with carnal need. Violet crawled onto the bed obediently, rolling over and facing him with cheeks flushed pink, her lips red from where she bit them nervously while she did as she was commanded.
Ashton smiled wickedly. “Perfect,” he whispered, running his hands up the inside of her smooth thighs as they opened for him.
He moved over her, fitting his hips between the cradle of her thighs, feeling the heat of her even through the layers that separated them.
Ashton ground himself there, making her blush deepen, her eyelids flutter as he palmed her small breasts and grazed his thumbs over dusky nipples until they hardened into tight points at his touch.
Violet’s gaze skittered over his shoulder to where Ashton knew Richard was seated, but he leant down and bit into the flesh of her shoulder, squeezing her breast hard so that her eyes flashed back to his.
“That’s it, that’s what I want to see. Your eyes on mine, nowhere else.”
Violet nodded quickly, looking up at him with those doe-like eyes. Satisfied, Ashton took her mouth in a bruising kiss, no longer playing the tender lover, but a demanding one. Letting Violet feel his hunger for her with each nip of his teeth, each desperate glide of their tongues until she finally gave herself up to him, raising her mouth artlessly to chase his until he finally pulled away.
Dragging his mouth across her skin, he headed down, kissing his way across her soft belly, her thighs shaking against his shoulders as he lowered himself to the floor, kneeling there and tugging her hips to the edge of the mattress with a rough jolt as Violet cried out in shock.
“What are you doing, Ashton?” she asked, her eyes wide as she looked down at him, unsuccessfully trying to close her legs around his bulk.
Ashton grinned, rubbing his nose against the silky curls at the top of her mound.
He let his breath heat her slick folds, watching as understanding dawned on her face.
“No, you can’t-”
“I can, and I will. And you will lie back and let me, Violet, like the good girl you are.”
Parting her, Ashton slid his tongue slowly through her tender flesh, enjoying the way her body jolted, her breath hitching as he worked his way up to the pearl of her pleasure, lashing it mercilessly with his tongue as Violet moaned, a low sultry sound that send a throb of need to his cock, that rock hard length aching to be let loose and plunge into the wet heat he savoured with his mouth.
She tasted of earthly delights, musky with a hint of sweetness that drove him mad with lust. His fingers teased the entrance to her needy channel, Violet’s hips bucking against his mouth as he pressed two fingers slowly inside, twisting as his tongue lapped and stroked, flickering against her swollen nub until Violet was shuddering with delirious delight, her breath coming fast and urgent. Ashton gripped her thighs, pushing them up to keep her spread open for him as her body wound itself tight, fighting for release.
He looked up, teasing her now with his tongue, edging her closer but not allowing her to tumble over the edge.
“Do you want it, Violet? Do you want my cockhere,” he murmured, pressing his fingers deeper as she twisted in his arms, her body on display for him in all its glory as the jewels glinted against her skin.
“Yes. Yes, Ashton, please-”
“As my lady commands,” he replied, surging to his feet and ripping aside his fall, thrusting his breeches and drawers down with shaking hands and fitting the head of his cock right where his fingers had been.
Violet sobbed, her back arching off the sheets as he stretched her around the thick crown of his shaft, her slippery heat sucking him in like a siren urging a sailor to his doom. Or salvation.
Ashton groaned, watching as she took him into her body, thrusting now, each harsh pulse pushing him deeper into her depths.
