hers.
It was not a gentle kiss. There was something of a beast in
it. He mashed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth and
took what he wanted.
She resisted, thrashing and fighting and attempting to
wrench away. He did not allow it. But then something changed. He softened. Or
perhaps she did. The kiss became something else altogether. Seductive,
tantalizing, irresistible.
Oh, she tried to resist. She didn’t want to want him. Didn’t
like the rising passion coiling in her belly. But his scent, his taste, the
masterful way in which he possessed her lips set a fire raging within her.
Against her will, she responded, pressed against him. Gave
as good as she got.
He growled low and deep in his throat and pressed her back
onto the bed, yanking up her skirts. She murmured her dissent but he swallowed
the peep and delved deeper, finding the curls, the tender nerves at the crux of
her being.
He stroked her hard, rough, and shudders raced through her.
“You’re wet,” he muttered, and then he plunged his fingers
inside. Everything in her seized. He hissed in a breath. “So…tight.”
He fumbled with the ties to his braes, yanked them down with
short, desperate tugs, fisted his cock and drove it home.
Violet wailed as bliss plowed through her. The invasion was
an assault of sensation. Delight screamed on every nerve as he filled her,
stroked her her inner walls.
His passion was not gentle. It was not slow or tame.
It was as though that wild creature within him had awoken
and was intent upon feasting on her soul, determined to own her, possess her,
command her every breath. Every ort of her being trained on the delicious
thrusts, the agonizing withdrawals, the magnificent filling of an aching void
as he entered her again and again in a frantic flurry.
Passion flooded her, easing his passage.
He looped his forearms around her thighs and lifted her up
and took her from another angle, hitting another spot deep within her.
White-hot heat scalded her, a bliss so intense it curled her toes.
Her crisis threatened. Her body began to quake, to flutter,
to spasm. She clenched him hard to hold it off, or to coax it closer. She
wasn’t sure which. Her thoughts had shattered and spiraled off into the night.
She could only feel. Barely breathe. Only be.
And then she peaked. Bliss claimed her and took her and
sucked her down into a miasma, a churning whirlpool of spinning emotion and
sensation and rapture.
But he was not done.
He thrust again and again, pressing hard into her channel,
near whimpering when her muscles melted and he sank deep—deeper than he’d ever
been before. Another wash of sharp pleasure raked her.
His pace increased. Became shorter, harder, faster. “Never,”
he panted. “Never.”
“Ah! Never?”
His nostrils flared. His member swelled. He erupted,
flooding her with his hot seed. It burned through her. Warmed her. Body and
soul.
“Never run from me again,” he growled. And then he took her
mouth with his, repeating the words against her lips. Making her taste them.
His hips slowed but still continued that exquisite motion,
now easing in and out as they both recovered from this sprint of passion. He
drew out and lowered himself to her side. His pulse was visible in his temple,
throbbing at a manic pace. He blew out a breath and scrubbed his face with a
palm.
They lay there in silence, side by side, breathing heavily.
Violet struggled to calm her heart. She didn’t know what was
wrong with her. How could she have enjoyed that? How could she already be
yearning for more?
He was a beast and a brute and to him she was nothing but a
vessel.
She longed for a man who would love her. Truly, deeply love
her…not just make glorious love to her.
She wanted to matter to him. But she didn’t.
She turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see her
tears. Not that he was paying attention. He’d finished with her after all. At
least for now.
After a while, when his breathing
It was not a gentle kiss. There was something of a beast in
it. He mashed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth and
took what he wanted.
She resisted, thrashing and fighting and attempting to
wrench away. He did not allow it. But then something changed. He softened. Or
perhaps she did. The kiss became something else altogether. Seductive,
tantalizing, irresistible.
Oh, she tried to resist. She didn’t want to want him. Didn’t
like the rising passion coiling in her belly. But his scent, his taste, the
masterful way in which he possessed her lips set a fire raging within her.
Against her will, she responded, pressed against him. Gave
as good as she got.
He growled low and deep in his throat and pressed her back
onto the bed, yanking up her skirts. She murmured her dissent but he swallowed
the peep and delved deeper, finding the curls, the tender nerves at the crux of
her being.
He stroked her hard, rough, and shudders raced through her.
“You’re wet,” he muttered, and then he plunged his fingers
inside. Everything in her seized. He hissed in a breath. “So…tight.”
He fumbled with the ties to his braes, yanked them down with
short, desperate tugs, fisted his cock and drove it home.
Violet wailed as bliss plowed through her. The invasion was
an assault of sensation. Delight screamed on every nerve as he filled her,
stroked her her inner walls.
His passion was not gentle. It was not slow or tame.
It was as though that wild creature within him had awoken
and was intent upon feasting on her soul, determined to own her, possess her,
command her every breath. Every ort of her being trained on the delicious
thrusts, the agonizing withdrawals, the magnificent filling of an aching void
as he entered her again and again in a frantic flurry.
Passion flooded her, easing his passage.
He looped his forearms around her thighs and lifted her up
and took her from another angle, hitting another spot deep within her.
White-hot heat scalded her, a bliss so intense it curled her toes.
Her crisis threatened. Her body began to quake, to flutter,
to spasm. She clenched him hard to hold it off, or to coax it closer. She
wasn’t sure which. Her thoughts had shattered and spiraled off into the night.
She could only feel. Barely breathe. Only be.
And then she peaked. Bliss claimed her and took her and
sucked her down into a miasma, a churning whirlpool of spinning emotion and
sensation and rapture.
But he was not done.
He thrust again and again, pressing hard into her channel,
near whimpering when her muscles melted and he sank deep—deeper than he’d ever
been before. Another wash of sharp pleasure raked her.
His pace increased. Became shorter, harder, faster. “Never,”
he panted. “Never.”
“Ah! Never?”
His nostrils flared. His member swelled. He erupted,
flooding her with his hot seed. It burned through her. Warmed her. Body and
soul.
“Never run from me again,” he growled. And then he took her
mouth with his, repeating the words against her lips. Making her taste them.
His hips slowed but still continued that exquisite motion,
now easing in and out as they both recovered from this sprint of passion. He
drew out and lowered himself to her side. His pulse was visible in his temple,
throbbing at a manic pace. He blew out a breath and scrubbed his face with a
palm.
They lay there in silence, side by side, breathing heavily.
Violet struggled to calm her heart. She didn’t know what was
wrong with her. How could she have enjoyed that? How could she already be
yearning for more?
He was a beast and a brute and to him she was nothing but a
vessel.
She longed for a man who would love her. Truly, deeply love
her…not just make glorious love to her.
She wanted to matter to him. But she didn’t.
She turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see her
tears. Not that he was paying attention. He’d finished with her after all. At
least for now.
After a while, when his breathing
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