Chapter Eight #3
Violet watched him drive away with an odd sense of foreboding. He didn’t act like a newly engaged man. He didn’t act like a man eager to marry, either. She got into her car and drove home. She was more determined than ever not to mention their so-called engagement to her mother.
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The rest of the week dragged on, with Violet successfully hiding her morning sickness both from her mother and her co-workers, and Blake.
It worried her that Blake didn’t announce their engagement, or treat her any differently. She grew depressed, and it showed.
Blake noticed. Friday afternoon, he held Violet back after Mabel and Libby left. He locked the front door, drew her into his office and closed that door, too.
Sometimes, a sacrifice was called for. That was what he told himself when he drew Violet into his arms and bent to kiss her with forced enthusiasm.
But the minute he felt her soft mouth open under his, it stopped being a sacrifice.
He lifted her body against his and deepened the kiss.
She moaned under his lips. He caught his breath, his arms contracting hungrily.
It had been a long, dry spell, and he was reacting badly to it.
He felt himself go taut as the kiss moved into deeper, more urgent dimensions.
He bent to lift her, his mind no longer on pretense or fabrication. He had only one thought in his mind, to relieve the need that was drawing his powerful body as tight as a cable.
“Blake, we…shouldn’t…” she tried to protest when he laid her out on the sofa and melted down onto her.
His mouth stopped the halfhearted little protest. His hand was busy on fastenings. In seconds, she felt her bare breasts under his equally bare chest. It was so sweet that she couldn’t even manage a defense.
One lean leg inserted itself between both of hers under her skirt and he groaned harshly as he dragged her briefs down and found the fastenings of his slacks.
“I’m sorry,” he ground out into her mouth as his hips moved down and she felt him in growing intimacy. “I’m sorry, Violet,” he groaned, shivering. “I can’t hold it…!”
He was genuinely out of control. His body impaled hers with quick, deft movements that should have been uncomfortable. But she was hungry for him, too. She opened her legs with a shaken little sigh and arched her hips to encourage him.
Her hands found their way into his thick, wavy hair and caressed it while he moved on her in intense passion.
In some ways, it was far more exciting than a slow seduction. He was at fever pitch, and she was quickly following him into the fire. It made her feel oddly protective that he was that desperate for her. It was honest. No man could have pretended the passion she felt in him.
“Here,” he whispered urgently, shifting her leg with one lean, strong hand. “Lift it over…mine. Hurry. Yes. Yes!”
He pushed down against her, lifting his head so that he could see her face, her eyes.
They were open, dark, almost shocked. But her body was encouraging him.
He felt her lift to meet each deep, hard thrust. He felt her softness envelop him, cradle him, in that secret warmth.
He was flying. He was burning alive. His whole body was one long, throbbing ache.
The tension built to insane proportions. He gasped with every hard thrust, his eyes blazing with desire, his body rigid, shuddering, with it.
His fingers contracted on her soft thigh, pulling her up to him. His teeth clenched as he looked into her wide, shocked eyes.
“I’ve never watched…with anyone else,” he managed in a deep, shaken whisper.
She couldn’t answer him. She was spiraling up with him into some dark, hot pleasure that built and built with no relief from the tension that strained her muscles and left her shivering with every movement of his lean hips.
“This is insane,” he managed harshly.
Her breasts pushed up against his chest, rubbing hard against it while her hands went between them and stroked down to his flat belly.
He groaned harshly and shuddered. “Yes,” he choked. “Yes, do that…do it!”
He arched up, feeling the throbbing pleasure like a knife in him. He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. He hoped she was going with him, because he didn’t want to stop!
He cried out, his voice hoarse and strained as his body convulsed over hers. She watched him, fascinated, feeling the deep throb inside her as he shivered and stiffened and then, suddenly, collapsed and gasped for breath.
She was still tingling, but he hadn’t given her enough time. She felt sad; cheated. She didn’t want to say anything. At least he needed her, if nothing more.
He managed to steady his breathing, although he was still fiercely aroused. He lifted his head and looked at her taut, drawn face. She hadn’t gone with him. She was still hungry.
He felt a tenderness toward her at that minute that he’d never felt in his life. She wasn’t even complaining. She loved him.
Loved him. The thought made him humble. He reached between them and touched her blatantly, his body controlling her when she jerked in protest.
“Oh, no,” he whispered softly, his hand moving gently until he found the place, and the pressure, that made her gasp and lift up.
“No, I’m not stopping until you go as high as I did, no matter what it takes.
” He bent and brushed his mouth slowly over her lips.
She shivered as his touch became more insistent.
“I’d do anything for you,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Blake,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his shoulders painfully as the pleasure grew.
“Yes, you’re ready now,” he whispered, lifting his head to look at her.
“I’m going to watch you this time. I like the way your eyes go black when I take you over the edge.
I like the way your breasts swell under my mouth.
I like feeling you shiver, inside, and ripple around me when you feel that exquisite fulfillment. ”
The words were as exciting as the way he was touching her. But she was far beyond answering him. Her body was lifting rhythmically, pulsing, her eyes fixed on his face as the pleasure grew so tight that she felt as if she might blow apart from the tension.
Her legs drew apart and she sobbed, her nails biting hard into him as the silvery delight suddenly became dark and throbbing and urgent. “Blake, now,” she pleaded, gritting her teeth. Her eyes closed on a wave of pleasure. “Now! Please, please, please…!”
He moved, thrusting deep inside her. The single, hard motion was enough to take her right into the sky. She arched up, shuddering again and again as the ecstasy rippled over her in savage waves. She couldn’t see him. She felt him in her body as she exploded like a meteorite.
“Yes,” he whispered, unbearably excited by her explosive climax. He ground his teeth together and moved harshly on her, driving for his own fulfillment. They strained together in a hot, fierce silence as the pleasure melted their bodies together for one long, aching instant of perfect communion.
She cried when it was over. The other time it hadn’t been so intense, so overwhelming. She cried and couldn’t stop.
Blake lifted his damp head and looked at her, his body still trembling faintly from the violence of their coming together.
She opened her eyes and looked into his, and saw something she never expected. She saw utter shock.