Chapter Twenty-Six #2
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.”
Her eyes widened and then fluttered closed as she rolled her hips again.
Then she rose on her knees and, with one hand, notched his cock at her entrance.
It took every ounce of his infamous control not to thrust up into her wet heat.
Then, heaven. She sheathed him in one slow motion.
Both of them cried out at the pleasure of being joined fully.
His fingers gripped the carved wood of the chaise as he let her set the pace.
“Rhys, look at me.”
He had his eyes closed? He obeyed her command, and her mahogany stare ensnared him.
“Touch me,” she demanded. She placed one hand next to his head and began to roll her hips in earnest.
He gripped her hips and thrust up on the downward slide of her hips.
Burying his face in the valley between her breasts, he placed open-mouthed kisses across the supple, creamy skin, feeling her heartbeat race underneath his lips.
He surrendered to the pace she set as she worked herself over his cock.
Delirious with the heat of her sex, the tangy taste of her skin, and the sweet smell of her silky hair that flowed around them, he felt his orgasm race down his spine and tighten his balls painfully.
Then, with a cry, Violet arched her back, and her pussy convulsed around his cock.
He sat up and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out as they panted against each other’s lips, and his cock pulsed and pulsed inside her.
He gentled the kiss as their bodies cooled. Sipping at lips swollen from their lovemaking, he stroked her face and down her back, amazed that this precious woman would share herself with him. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Violet cupped his cheeks, her thumb tracing his scar tenderly. “Thank you. I didn’t know that sex could be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like making love. I thought the term was a myth.”
“I did too.” He caressed her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. “My past experiences have been…very transactional.”
She frowned at that, so he nuzzled her neck, licking the spot that made her sigh. “That was adolescent exploration.” He smiled against her skin, salty with sweat. “You, my darling, are exquisite. I never want to be anywhere else but buried to the hilt in your sweet pussy.”
She wiggled her hips, and he groaned. He gently pulled her hips up and off his softening cock.
Tucking her next to him, he traced patterns across her breasts and belly with his fingertips.
She sighed and snuggled against him, her bottom rubbing against him, his cock twitching in a valiant effort to rally.
He would never tire of having her close.
She was his now. He claimed her, even if she didn’t know it yet.
He had time. Time to worship her body and seduce her heart, to convince her to keep him, if only for the lovemaking.
Violet turned her head to look at him. “I have wondered…why do you have such a large house for just yourself?”
“The truth?”
She nodded.
“Growing up, I knew where my father lived, and even though I always said I didn’t care that he never acknowledged my mother and me after their affair ended, the truth was, I was bitter, especially after my mother died.
When I began to make real money, I purchased this house, in this lofty neighborhood on the right side of town, as a gift to myself.
And, well, none of my enemies would look for me over here in Mayfair. ”
“I like this house. The moldings are superb.” She gestured with one hand. “If you painted the ceiling a lovely light blue, it would accentuate the beauty of the carvings.”
Rhys enjoyed listening to her ideas for how he should decorate his house.
Across the room, the fire crackled softly and the dog snored.
For the first time that he could remember, he felt at peace.
The soft emotion spread through his chest, foreign but not unwelcome.
Maybe he didn’t deserve happiness, but perhaps it was possible with this woman in his arms.