Page 42 of Redeeming Violet

He crossed the distance that separated us and pulled my clasped hands apart and yanked me up to stand in front of him.

“It meant something to me, too.”

He lowered his lips to meet mine and he was exceedingly gentle. By the time he broke the kiss, my legs were wobbly.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“I leave tomorrow,” he told me.

“I know.”

“This is my life. Sometimes I have weeks to prepare; sometimes I only have hours.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t make you any promises. My life is too unpredictable. But just because I can’t doesn’t mean the time we have together is meaningless.”

I was a little confused. I think I might’ve been in a kiss-induced fog.

“I don’t understand,” I confessed.

“Come on. Some things are better explained by showing rather than telling.”

He tugged my hand and led us into the bedroom. Once inside, he went about showing me exactly what he’d wanted to explain. The first time he made love to me it was slow and gentle, and he showed how much our time together meant to him. He whispered tender words of encouragement, building a slow deep burn, and without warning we fell over the edge together. My heart fully engaged, and I knew I was in trouble.

“Do you understand now?” he whispered and tucked me close.

“I think so,” I answered.

“You think?” he chuckled. “Oh baby, that’s not gonna work. I don’t want you to think. I want you to know. I want you to feel it deep. I want there to be no doubt tomorrow morning when I leave, you mean the world to me.”

He stopped talking and rolled me to my back. He bypassed my lips in favor of my neck, placing open mouth kisses on the tender flesh. He moved lower to my collar bone, licking and sucking, then further down until he reached my breasts.

“I fucking love your tits. Big and soft and perfect. One of these days I’m going to oil them up and slide my dick between them.” My body shook in excitement and my nipples tingled. I never would’ve thought that would be something I’d like. “Yeah. I see you like that thought. Your pretty nipples can’t hide the truth.”

He swiped his tongue over the hard nub and my back arched.

“Oh God.”

“Tell me, Vi, do you like my mouth on you?”

“Yea,” I moaned my answer.

“Do you like it here?” he asked and licked my other nipple. “Or here?” He moved lower, licking under my breast down to my belly button and lower still until he stopped at my hip. “Or do you want me to lick here?” He nudged my thighs apart and his tongue moved along the crease of pussy.

“Holy hell,” I whined.

“Mmm. Spread your legs wide so I can taste you.”

I did as he ordered. His thumbs pulled my lower lips apart and his head lowered. I jolted at the contact and his grip tightened.

“I love how sensitive you are.”

I wasn’t. It was him. His touch. His mouth. Only him.

He alternated between licking and sucking; he was driving me mad. I was about to tell him I couldn’t take it any more when two thick fingers pushed inside as he sucked on my clit. Without stopping the suction, his finger plunged in and out at a pace I couldn’t fight. My body had a mind of its own; it belonged to Jaxon. He played me so well there was no way to slow the impeding orgasm. I screamed and tightened my thighs around his head, trying to get away from sensation. He slowed his fingers and lifted his head.

“So damn sexy. Turn over baby. I want you on all fours. Ass up.” Something had changed in Jaxon. He’d made soft gentle love to me, he’d also taken me roughly, but this… this was something entirely else. His voice was deeper, his presence dominating, his face open. He looked like a wild beast ready to take his prey. And lucky for me, I was the prey.