Chapter 38
Violet’s eyes opened in an instant and her body trembled as a familiar scent swept her bedroom. It was dark and far too quiet but she could hear a scraping sound against the window as she raised her head.
“Alexander?” she whispered.
Throwing the blanket off her body, her bare feet touched against the cold ground.
Grabbing the candle on the bed stand, she followed the source of the noise.
And then she saw him. Alexander was waiting for her just outside the window, on the sill.
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
She pulled open the window and was rewarded with a dazzling smile from him.
“I thought you would be asleep,” Alexander said. Not a moment later, he climbed inside her room.
“I was, until I heard you.”
“I needed to see you,” Alexander explained. “We ha’en’t had a moment alone since. All these bizarre rituals!”
Violet giggled and nodded, almost in guilt, and she set down her candle.
Alexander moved closer to her and closed the spaced between them in one stride.
He captured her mouth in his own and she didn’t stop him.
She returned his advances, hugging her arms around his neck and pulling him ever so closer.
The kiss was one of longing, passion, and the beastly desire he sometimes tried to withhold from her.
But they would be married soon, they would be bound together and she did not want him to hold back anymore.
She wanted all of him, so much so that her body shook and trembled whenever he was near her, so much that she was willing to give him everything.
“I need you,” she whispered. “I want to…I want to experience everything with you.”
Alexander pulled away and looked at her with dark eyes. “Lass, are ye sure?”
Violet could only nod. It had taken so much courage from her to admit it, but she meant every word of it.
Once, she was the paragon of propriety; she would have chastised herself if she even as much knew that those words could be uttered from her.
But now, it was different. It was always going to be with Alexander.
Alexander took her quiet consent in, and he wrapped his hands around her waist. The only thing that separated them was her thick gown that felt like a metal shield that had to be removed.
He deepened the kiss once more, but then his hands roamed lower.
Far lower. He cupped her buttocks securely and then lifted her off the ground.
Violet gasped, but followed his lead and wrapped her legs around him as tightly as she could.
The weeks of yearning had grown into a nervous ache—an ache for so much more. Only Alexander could take this pain away, all it would take was one touch. She could feel his hardness touching against her and she moaned against his mouth as he led both of them to the bed.
Alexander was on top of her once more, possessing her and marking every inch of her body with his own. He focused on her neck the most, biting and sucking as she tried to contain the tiny whimpers and gasps that she couldn’t even recognize herself. Only Alexander could do this to her, no one else.
With one brave movement, Violet’s shaky hands landed on his chest. Slowly and almost with error, she tried to unbutton all of the openings of his shirt, but she was so consumed.
Alexander realized and helped her, ripping the fabric off his body and pulling it over his head.
His hair was untamed from the action and she couldn’t stop the urge to touch it.
“I’m trying,” he whispered. Violet was unsure exactly what he meant, but all she was focused on was removing her own gown at the moment. She unbuttoned the first few buttons, this time with success, but Alexander didn’t seem to be patient enough.
Following her movement, he pulled the nightgown downwards, causing a ripple that echoed through the room. He ripped it and removed it from her body, leaving her exposed and waiting for his next move.
His hand drifted to her breasts and he mounded them in his grasp.
His thumb traced over her nipple, and it hardened beneath his touch as sweat formed at the back of her neck.
She couldn’t take any more of this, she needed his touch, she needed all of him.
Alexander was the only man she loved, and the only man who would ever see her in this manner.
And then, he captured her lips with his own once more.
The agonizingly slow kiss was followed by a thrusting and she could feel his hardness brushing against her over his clothes.
It caused small ripples of whimpers to escape her, but he didn’t seem to care.
Instead, his hands continued to knead both of her breasts possessively, before eventually he shifted back a little and touched the bulge pressing up against his pantaloons.
Violet stared at him as if he was her own spectacle, her own personal show that she could admire.
Alexander removed his pantaloons and let them drop to the ground and Violet gasped at his now bare hardness.
She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know truly how to pleasure him, but she wanted to try.
Moving forward, her hands touched him, but Alexander slowly stopped her.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Violet shook her head. “I know, but I want to.”
And then, she did it again. She touched him with both of her hands, exploring him as if he was a marble statue.
Alexander hissed and breathed deeply as Violet continued to touch his length, and then she settled on the tip.
Remembering the last time he had brought her pleasure, she moved her head down.
She couldn’t see his face as his face was pulled back.
And then, she kissed him. She kissed the tip of his length and he moaned loudly enough for her to hear.
“Is that all right?”
Alexander chuckled. “Oh, ye have no idea.”
Believing this meant something positive, she did it again.
She kissed him once more, then watched for his reaction.
His body tensed and his hands twitched as if he was fighting back something.
She wanted more of his reaction, more of his desire and she wanted to prove to him that she could pleasure him as well.
Alexander pressed a hand against the back of her neck, then helped her fall back onto the bed as he captured her mouth once more, lowering himself on top of her.
His hand moved to her womanhood and he touched her, so softly it felt like a feather.
It wasn’t enough, it truly wasn’t and she needed more.
He helped adjust her body and he opened her legs slowly, leaving her waiting for him. And then he looked at her with such desire that it broke out goose-pimples all over Violet’s bare skin.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
He moved between her legs and then pressed the tip of his hardness against her.
Violet furrowed her eyebrows and opened her mouth in a gasp, but Alexander stopped for a moment, inspecting her carefully and making sure she was ready for this.
Violet didn’t have the strength to speak at the moment, but if she could, she would scream for him to continue, scream that she wasn’t more sure for something in her life.
And then she whispered a single word in desperation, “Please.”
Alexander pushed further inside her and Violet could feel him filling her.
She felt stretched, admired, and wanted, as she reached an edge.
There was an almost paralyzing and intoxicating feeling throughout her whole body and when Alexander moved back, it eased.
But then he moved back in again, and it returned with so much intensity, she wanted to moan aloud.
Alexander repeated the same motion, and Violet couldn’t stop herself from rolling back her eyes.
They held eye contact for a few minutes and any pain that was there at the start completely disappeared as it was replaced with nothing but pure, primal desire.
It was such a strange feeling and she knew it was only possible due to her feelings for Alexander. She loved him so much, she truly did.
Alexander increased his pace and Violet placed a hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from screaming out his name. But with each desire-filled thrust, it was becoming impossible to hold back.
His face moved closer to her ears as he whispered something she could barely make out over the intoxication of her lust. But it was enough to cause her legs to shake and whatever self-restrain she previously held instantly vanished.
He moved faster inside of her, and she could hear the creaking of the bed alongside his subdued grunts of pleasure.
Her core burned and Alexander was breathing deeply, and loudly.
Her toes curled, her legs shook, and her head fell back as she felt a rush, an exploding feeling flow through every muscle of her body, deeming her weak and unable to move.
It took so long to recover, she almost felt as if she was somewhere else entirely.
Alexander came to a gradual stop as he laid down over her body, his head resting softly against her bosom. They both were wrapped in each other’s arms as they tried to catch their breath.
“I…”
“Thank you,” Alexander said. “For trusting me enough.”
“Of course, I trust you. I love you.”
Alexander rolled to his side, wrapping a protective arm under her body and pulling her on top of him, reversing their positions.
Violet knew this was something she always wanted to experience; laying against his muscular body with no worry in the world.
Because she knew as long as Alexander was by her side, nothing could go wrong.