Chapter Nine
Treffon latched on to her nipple, sucking through the damp fabric of her T-shirt, and she whimpered and arched against his mouth. His lips worked the sensitive bud, then he pulled away for long enough to wrestle her T-shirt over her head. Her bra quickly followed. When he jerked down her pants and panties, she squeaked a protest, but it morphed into a hoarse moan as his fingers skimmed over her breast and down past the soft curve of her belly before finding the patch of damp curls at the apex of her thighs.
She knew she should feel self-conscious, but she didn’t – she didn’t feel anything except the heat of Treffon’s skin, still slightly tacky with sweat, the flex of the muscles in his back against her palms, and the deft, sure movement of his fingers as he sought her core.
Violet smoothed her palms down his strong back and worked her hands under the waistband of his leggings, splaying her hands over the taut muscle of his buttocks. She moaned and dug her fingers into the firm flesh as he parted the slick petals of her sex and pushed a finger into her grasping core.
She gasped as her pussy pulsed around him, then moaned raggedly as he found her clit with his thumb, working it in tight, intense circles that soon had her thighs tense and trembling.
“Please,” she murmured brokenly. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me.”
His growl was feral and needy, and vibrated all the way to her core as he freed his erection from his leggings and positioned the blunt, weeping head against her pussy.
She gasped and clutched at his ass, needing to feel him as deep inside her as he could get, but he was just as unyielding as when they’d been practicing self-defense moves. He pushed inside her with agonising slowness, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched with the effort of self-control.
He stopped for a moment when he was fully seated inside her, chest heaving, then began to withdraw at the same torturous pace, dragging the head of his cock over her G-spot.
Violet gasped and swore and wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles together just above the crack of his ass. Her pussy pulsed around him with pure, aching need, and his control broke. He cursed in an alien tongue and dug his hands under her buttocks, lifting her against him as he began to piston in and out of her body, setting up a pounding rhythm that wound her tighter and tighter, uttering muffled curses against the flesh of her throat and scraping his teeth over her pulse point.
He tugged at her thigh, unlocking her legs from around his waist, and pushed her knee upwards, opening her to him even further, taking her so deeply it was almost painful.
With each stroke of his cock, he gave a short, hoarse groan, and the sound was enough to push her over the edge. She held on to him, shaking and gasping, as her orgasm rocked her, pulsing through her body like wild electricity, sparking every nerve ending.
Treffon’s breathing became ragged and desperate, his thrusts harder and more staccato. He rolled his hips as he thrust, and his groans turned into one long, helpless shout of pure, raw bliss as his cock kicked inside her, tumbling her over the edge again. This time they fell together.
Treffon collapsed on top of her, then quickly rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Neither of them had any coordination left, and they ended up lying in an awkward, sweaty tangle of limbs as they caught their breath and their pulses settled.
Violet reluctantly tore herself away. “I should go back to my room before Dorcas sends out a search party.”
“Very well,” Treffon said, and let go of her. “Oh, and Violet?”
“Yes?”
“You are terrible at self-defense.”
“I told you I would be. I should probably just give up trying.”
“Since when are you a quitter?” he scoffed. “You simply need to try harder. We need to schedule many more training sessions for you. Perhaps several per day.”
