Chapter Thirty
VIOLET
A shudder runs over him. Joon unhooks my cloak, hands lingering on my shoulders, sliding down to my waist. His fingers roughly dig into my hips as he yanks me to him. One arm goes around the backs of my thighs, the other snakes around my waist, hand splayed up my spine.
Joon kisses my stomach, then between my breasts, before taking one in his mouth. He teases me with his tongue, nipping and sucking the peak until it tightens, then moves to the other. The wet material is chilly against my skin.
I moan, sure that I will come undone from this alone. Then I remember the way his fingers felt inside me, and I want to know how it will feel to have his cock inside me.
“More,” I say breathlessly. “I want your skin on mine.”
Pulling me down to him by the back of my neck, Joon claims my mouth with his, lowering me to the ground, holding himself over me.
His tongue slides over mine, and unlike every other kiss we’ve shared, there is something so carnal about it. My legs part, allowing him to settle between them.
He pushes my skirts up. Every part of my body awakens at his touch. I lift my hips to help, and the movement causes me to press against him.
The palm pressing down on my bare hip brings his thumb tantalizingly close to my core that demands more, more, more. He makes a noise low in his throat, grinding his arousal against the junction of my thighs.
I squirm, searching for the angle that will bring me the relief I need.
No one has ever stirred such desire in me before, and my heart has never longed for someone as it longs for him now as he holds me in his embrace.
Joon kisses his way down my neck, nipping at my collarbones as he unbuttons my blouse. “Tell me you are not pretending, Violet. When I claim you, I want it to be real.”
With a rough tug, he undoes the tie that holds my skirt in place. The material falls away. I am left completely exposed, yet I have never felt safer. “This is real… I am yours. My heart. My body. Every part of me is yours.”
I want to feel his skin against mine—to explore him with my hands and body. I need to—need him.
He holds himself over me, ensnaring me with his gaze as he trails a hand down to my breast, kneading once, catching my nipple between two fingers before moving down my ribs, to my stomach, and lower still, finally slipping between my thighs.
He slides two fingers along my core. He does it again and again, sliding through the arousal gathered there. Even if I wanted to, I could not deny how much I need him in every sense of the word.
Joon continues to stroke me until I feel like weeping from the overwhelming fire he stirs in me. He presses against my slick entrance, sinking into me until his knuckles meet my center. I arch into him as he begins to pump his hand.
“I do not know when I started wanting you, only that I do.” Joon’s mouth descends on my breast, and I see stars as his lips and tongue explore. Tension coils in my belly.
His teeth scrape as his mouth inches lower, leaving my dampened skin exposed to the cool air.
I don’t realize that my hands are free until he spreads my legs.
“To think I could have had you on my tongue weeks ago.” His fingers slip from me, and then he descends on my core, exploring me.
Learning me. It’s as if he is a starving man intent on consuming me.
He uses his tongue relentlessly until I am writhing against his mouth.
His teeth scrape against my flesh, sending sparks of electric pleasure through my body. Joon gives a low growl of approval.
He finds a spot that sends a wave of ecstasy over me. I arch my back as he continues to discover, searching for all the places that give him the reactions he wants from me.
It is too much and not enough. I want to touch him the way he touched me in the cabin. The way he is touching me now.
He moves back up my body. I watch as he drags the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, licking me off him.
“Tell me what you want, Violet,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
My eyes threaten to water from the unspoken words I want to say to him.
“I want you. All of you. I want to know what you feel like. What you taste like.” This time, when I unbutton his top, he doesn’t stop me. “I want to feel you all over.” I push the material off his shoulders, and together we make quick work of his clothes, leaving him as exposed as I am.
I shift back and admire him. He is larger than I realized when I felt him through his clothes. Joon’s dark eyes watch intently as I reach for him. I slide my hands over his shoulders and chest.
His fingers press into the soft flesh of my hips as I take my time learning him as he did me.
I lean forward and bite his shoulder as I take him in my hand. He is both hard as steel and soft to the touch. The feel and shape of him, the hard plains of his body, the way his skin tastes, the sounds each touch elicits from his throat.
He lets out a low hiss. I move my grip up and down, using the same rhythm he had on me. Bringing the side of my cheek to his, I drag my tongue along the shell of his ear to the pointed tip. A tremor rolls through him as my mouth and hands continue to explore.
“Violet,” Joon rasps my name, tangling his fingers in my hair.
In a move so quick, he pulls me to him before I can blink. I wrap my legs around his hips, trapping his hard length between us, so close to my aching core.
Heart hammering against my ribs, I brace my hands on his shoulders.
I rock my hips, dragging my center over his cock, pulling a ragged moan from his throat. Loving the sound, I do it again.
Joon’s hands shift, moving to grip my ass.
He lifts me to position himself at my center, parting me with his tip.
He holds me there, aching on the edge of the only thing that can quench this overwhelming need.
“I want you to be absolutely sure this is what you want. Because I have no intention of stopping until I have memorized every inch of your body.”
“Please,” I say breathlessly.
Joon bites the side of my neck, then licks and sucks to soothe the skin. “Then take what you want.”
His grip loosens as he leans back, relinquishing control over to me.
I sink down partway, unable to take all of him at once.
I take a breath, then lift myself up, then lower again.
His cock fills and stretches my body around his thick girth until I wonder if my body can accommodate all of him.
But this need refuses to abate, and I keep going.
I pause when there’s a slight discomfort as I stretch to accommodate all of him.
It only increases the ache between my legs that only having him inside me can ease.
Joon finds the apex of my thighs, using his thumb to massage circles over the most sensitive part of my body.
His touch sends a jolt through me. The shock of pleasure is so intense and unexpected that my thighs give out.
I drop, sinking the rest of the way, gasping at the dull pain from the force of it.
My thighs tremble with every sinfully delicious inch of him buried inside me.
The sensations he creates with his fingers override that momentary soreness, and I’m moving again.
I watch him, his eyes locked where we are joined, mesmerized by the sight of me, taking all of him again and again and again.
“Demons and saints, Violet.” He lets his head fall back.
He sits up and clutches me against him. His mouth seeks mine, consuming me as I rock against him. My fingers dance over his back, feeling the lines of his muscles.
“More,” I plead.
With a grunt, he twists us. I am on my back as he holds himself over me.
I reach for him, but he captures my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand as the other slides over my breast, kneading my flesh.
He pinches my nipple, pulling a moan from me, and I’m rewarded with a pleased rumble vibrating in his chest.
“You are breathtaking,” Joon purrs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you—to feel you come undone around my cock.” He moves slowly, savoring every languid stroke. Every caress is laced with love and tenderness.
“Joon,” I moan his name, lifting my hips to meet his. The angle allows him to hit deeper, with a pleasure so intense I cry out.
He groans and releases my wrists, bracing himself with both arms. “You make it difficult to control myself when you say my name like that.”
There is something about his wants and needs conflicting that makes me feel… powerful. It makes me want to break that last thread of his control.
“Then don’t.” I let my hands slide over his shoulders and down his chest and ribs to his back, sliding over the curve of his ass. I bring my lips to his ear. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this—fuck me.”
He pulls back achingly slow. With the next thrust, I pull him toward me. He manages to go deeper, hitting a spot so deep it steals my breath, cutting my moan short. My entire body trembles.
Our joining changes from an expression of our feelings to something carnal and filled with an insatiable need, afraid we will lose what we don’t take here and now.
He does it again and again, faster and harder. I lift my hips to meet his. With every forceful thrust, he claims me—body, heart, and soul.
We move together, hands roaming over each other, needing to memorize every inch of each other. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in. His mouth claims my breast, biting and sucking on my flesh as his hips pound relentlessly against my own.
The sounds of our passion fill the clearing. Tension builds, coiling into a tight spring, urging me closer to the precipice.
My eyes flutter closed, only to snap open when he grips my chin. I meet his gaze, dark and intense.
“Don’t look away,” he says. “I want to see how beautiful you are when you come for me.”
My breath hitches with every forceful, claiming thrust. His cock throbs as he pounds into me again and again, relentlessly pushing me further toward mindless ecstasy.
We lose ourselves in the slide of our slick flesh, the way we move together as if we were made to take pleasure in each other.
Every caress of his hands, every kiss, and every gaze he lavishes on me makes me feel loved in a way I’ve never known and never thought I could have. I didn’t think anything could match the way he used his hands on me. But this… this feeling is so much more.
The eye contact feels far more intimate than the physical act itself. Though I’m not sure if it’s because this is my first time knowing a man this way or because we are no longer hiding from what we feel.
Joon’s hips pound an unrelenting rhythm against mine.
“Joon…” His name transforms into a sharp moan as the building sensation uncoils with a snap.
My body tightens, and between one heartbeat and the next, I shatter around him. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. He continues moving, making every sensation more intense. I arch my back, gasping and moaning, but I never once look away. Joon holds me together.
His rhythm changes. Speeds up. Maybe it’s the intimacy of our eye contact or that I am just sensitive from my orgasm, but I am acutely aware of the way his cock thickens inside me.
With a sound of passion, agony, desperation, and possessiveness all rolled into one, he finds his release, joining me on the tail of my own.
Our frantic movements slow as we come down from the height of pleasure. Even after it fades, we remain as we are, clinging to each other.
He kisses me lightly on the lips, then along my jaw and down my throat. Unlike before, when his kisses were filled with desire and need, now they are sweet and filled with affection.
Joon gathers me against him as he sits up, pulling me into his lap. He rests his forehead against the side of my neck. I reach up and comb my fingers through his hair.
I lean forward to kiss his temple.
He is strong. More powerful than anyone I know, yet he is vulnerable in my arms. Underneath his hard exterior, he is someone who wants the same kindness and compassion we all do.
My heart aches for him. How lonely he must have been all this time, and I’m struck with an overwhelming desire to protect him.
We both lost our parents, but I had people who cared for me. I was never expected to carry on as if nothing happened, nor did I have countless people depending on me.
Somehow, he has felt comfortable enough around me to let his walls down.
As we hold each other, he sighs, letting his mouth trail lazy caresses over my skin. Not with need but a longing to hold onto the moment. To stay where we are, in our private world, free to be who we choose.
I sense the subtle shift in him, and I wonder if it’s the same thing nagging sensation rising in the back of my mind. Reminding me that I have always been destined to lose the ones I love.
And no matter how we fight to hold on, this cannot last.