Chapter Seven
She was drowning. Pulled under, being tossed about in a vortex of lust and need so powerful, Violet briefly wondered why she'd never felt it before.
Maybe it was the way Simon was kissing her. As though she was the most precious thing in his world. But the best part was how in sync they were. Every move, every lick they did together. Like he was her mirror, her perfect match.
He was almost gentle yet completely dominant as his tongue thrashed against hers. Her body heat soared to dangerous levels as the heat consumed her. The kiss went on for what felt like forever but never progressed past an intimate mating of mouths. She was expecting something. She'd never been with a man who didn't think copping a feel was foreplay. And yes, it usually started with kissing and ended with her attempting to get out of reach because the guy she was with thought her lips on his was the green light for whatever he wanted.
Not Simon. He wasn't touching her anywhere but the back of her head and the side of her neck, yet it felt like his hands were caressing every inch of her.
Hoping to encourage him, she placed her hands lightly against his sides. She felt the hard muscle flex against her palms, enticing her to seek more. She slipped her fingertips under the hem of his shirt so she could feel the smooth warmth of his skin. As soon as she did, Simon gasped softly, their lips separating. He pressed his forehead to hers, still cupping her head as their labored breaths mingled.
"I didn't mean to do that," he whispered. "But I couldn't help myself."
He was so nice. So sweet. In her experience, that was always too good to be true. It was a pleasant change of pace, but she wasn't sure she could trust it.
Then again, she was the one with the potty mouth.
Remembering the crass words that had tumbled forth without so much as a thought, Violet dropped her hands. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
He pulled back until she could see his face. "Offended me?"
Violet shrugged. "What I said about… you know."
"Pussies?" He laughed. "You didn't offend me."
"It was rude, and I…" She pulled out of his hold, taking several steps back. "I'm not used to nice guys." She gave him a sheepish smile. "I always expect … the worst. I think I've been corrupted."
She picked up the popcorn bowl and turned toward the kitchen, not making it two steps before Simon was behind her, his fingers gently curling around her arms to stop her forward progression.
She started to turn around but paused when his fingers lightly caressed downward, his hands shifting from her biceps, her elbows, then down to her hips. There was a breath of air between their bodies, but she could feel his warmth at her back. It sent a thrill through her, causing her nipples to pucker and her belly to flutter.
She remained still, although he wasn't forcing her. His hands were resting gently, an unmistakable presence because of it.
"Violet," he whispered, leaning in so his mouth was near her ear. "Don't mistake good manners and respect for prude . Even a bad boy should have those qualities."
A shiver danced down her spine.
Simon reached around, taking the bowl from her hand. He set it on the counter, never moving from behind her. His hand didn't return to her hip. Rather, it pressed gently to her chest before sliding up until he was cupping her neck, tipping her head back.
"I don't have delicate sensibilities," he said, his voice so rich, so smooth, she wanted to slide into it and let it carry her away.
She opened her mouth to say something—she didn't know what—but Simon stopped her, applying gentle pressure to her throat, pulling her flush against him, his other hand flattening over her stomach.
"What I do have is this inexplicable hunger." His breath was warm against her cheek. "I want you in a way I've never wanted anyone. And as soon as you give me the go-ahead, I'm gonna have you."
Yes, please .
She'd never done anything like this before. Never felt this overwhelming need to succumb to lust. Not before a certain point, anyway. Sex on the first date—if you could even call this a date—was on her Never To Do list. She'd never wavered, determined not to end up like her mother or her sister, Amanda, both in love with men who didn't care about their feelings and didn't know the definition of monogamy.
At the same time, she didn't want to end up like her sister, Whitney. Forty and never married. Never even in a serious relationship for longer than three months.
Violet had always walked the line somewhere in the middle. Entertaining the bad boy, but smart enough to walk away before she could lose herself.
And here she was, contemplating her next move because she wanted Simon more than she'd ever wanted another man.
His voice dropped an octave, a guttural scrape along her nerve endings. "When I have you … whether it's tonight, tomorrow, or next week, I'm gonna prove to you that your definition of nice and my definition are very, very different ."
Violet gasped when his mouth trailed down her neck. She tilted her head, allowing him to reach more of her sensitive skin. Her pussy clenched and relaxed again and again, eager for this man to fill the void.
"I intend to worship every inch of you." He kissed her jaw, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "That sassy mouth." His finger pressed against her chin, urging her to turn her head. "Those delectable tits."
She gasped, surprised by how much his words were turning her on while he still wasn't touching her the way she wanted him to.
"Your perfect ass."
Violet reached back, gripping his thigh, urging him closer. His hips pressed forward, the hard ridge of his cock trapped between them.
She hummed, so turned on she was dizzy.
"That, baby, is what you do to me," Simon whispered, rocking his hips. "From the moment I met you, I've been hard."
His voice. Like melted chocolate being poured over her body.
"Simon…"
"After I've ravished every part of you, only then will I slide my cock into the sweet warmth of your tight little pussy."
Oh, sweet mother of fairies. His words … when she read that sort of thing in books, she usually laughed because she'd never heard a man use words like that. Not until Simon.
She certainly wasn't laughing now.
Hell, there was a good chance he could make her come simply by whispering those words in her ear.
"I just want you to keep talkin'," she whispered, a soft moan escaping as she met his gaze over her shoulder.
He chuckled softly. "Oh yeah?"
Violet nodded. "I'm mesmerized by your voice."
And your mouth . She kept that part to herself.
A smile pulled at his lips. "Then I'll walk you through every step."
She nodded, holding his stare.
"But only when you're ready."
She was ready now. Desperate to sate the ache that was building inside her. Her skin was ultra-sensitive, her scalp tingling from his nearness.
She'd never done this before. Never given in to lust so quickly. But maybe that was the problem. What had waiting done for her? She'd never been able to calculate the perfect time, so maybe there wasn't one.
Or maybe the perfect time was when the storm was building. While the thunder was crashing in warning. That was what this felt like. She could envision the thunderhead brewing with the devastation that lingered just beyond. Lightning crashing, the air crackling, the wind picking up. It was coalescing inside her, making her wanton and eager.
Yes. This was the perfect moment.
As soon as she started to pull away, Simon's hands fell to his sides. He wasn't kidding. He was leaving the choice up to her, and he had no intention of pressuring her.
Which only made her want him more.
Violet shut off her thoughts and decided to take the risk. It wasn't like she was going to fall in love with the guy after one night. Love didn't work that way. And thanks to the curse, there was no way he would develop feelings for her. Nice guys didn't want her like that. For sex, yeah. But when it came to love, they couldn't get far enough away.
"Simon..." She took a step toward him.
His eyes heated, the green/gray/blue swirling into an intriguing mix of passion and need.
"Now," she rasped, falling into him, sighing as his lips sealed to hers.
Her blood thundered in her ears when his hands slid over her ass and down her thighs, squeezing as he lifted her off her feet. Violet wrapped her legs around his hips and held on while their tongues still thrashed violently.
When he didn't start moving, she pulled back, smothering kisses over his mouth. "Down the hall, last door on the right."
His laughter reverberated through her.
She teased the hair at his nape, kissing him again, not caring that he might run into the wall with her in his arms. No one had ever picked her up before. It was both magical and erotic at the same time.
He stopped when he reached her bed, setting her on her feet before following her down onto the mattress. She scooted back, and he followed at a slower pace. When she stopped, his head dipped, and he kissed her belly where her shirt had risen. He lingered briefly before inching up, finding her mouth again.
Like a Texas thunderstorm gathering speed on the open plains, her need grew more intense by the second. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to get it off so she could see what he was working with.
Simon sat up, straddling her thighs as he reached back, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing…
"Oh, my God," she muttered, embarrassed that the words had come out but unable to help herself.
Her mouth went dry when she saw the smooth contours of his chest and the ripples of muscle in his abdomen. He looked bigger like this, stronger.
She had the sudden urge to trail her tongue along all those grooves and valleys simply because she could. The man was ripped beyond anything she'd ever seen. Without his shirt, the preppy look disappeared. Like this, he was precisely the sort of man she would drool over if she saw him on the street.
Before she knew what she was doing, her fingertips glided over the hills and valleys, lightly teasing those delectable muscles forming a V, angling down into his jeans.
"Take off your shirt," he said, his eyes glittering with heat as they followed the path of her fingers.
"But I wanna play," she said, still staring.
Simon chuckled. "You can play when you're naked. Take it off, Vi."
God, she loved the gruff, authoritative sound of his voice, not to mention the affectionate tone.
She flattened her palms and slid them higher, sitting up as she went. Simon sat back on his heels, her legs still trapped between his, watching as she lifted her shirt. He didn't help, but his eyes blazed when she revealed her white lace bra.
"Bra, too." His tone was rife with command, a dark, rich sound that seemed to float around them, sucking all the oxygen from the room.
She watched him as she unhooked the front clasp, allowing the lace to fall away and slide down her arms before she tossed it to the floor with her shirt.
When his lips parted, his eyes laser-focused on her bare breasts, she had a fleeting thought.
What if I don't survive one night with my heart intact? What then?
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"Lie back."
Simon hardly recognized his own voice. It was gravel-rough due to a potent mixture of lust and awe, fueled by the hunger he could see on Violet's face. She liked when he was aggressive. It turned her on.
"Let me look at you."
He expected her to hesitate or stall, but she didn't. More proof that she was turned on by the dominance he asserted. Violet's chocolate brown eyes glittered as she did as he instructed, relaxing onto one of the many pillows that covered the bed.
She was gorgeous. All that smooth, olive-gold skin. Those rosy-pink nipples that made his mouth water.
With her laid out like a feast, he could think of so many things he wanted to do to her beautiful body, so many ways he wanted to bring her pleasure, to make her come. He hadn't been lying when he told her he intended to worship every inch. He most certainly did.
Provided he could refrain this first time. The temptation to drive his cock between her legs and sate the unbearable ache was powerful. He was driven by a lust he didn't recognize. But he would hold back because he wanted to savor this time with her, this moment. He wasn't sure there would be another.
When Violet reached for him, he took her wrists and held her arms out wide. "You have to wait your turn."
Her smile was slow and sinful. Something else he found extremely enticing about this woman.
Inching back on his knees, Simon leaned forward, pinning her wrists beside her head.
"Me first," he said, meeting her gaze. "I have this desperate need to taste you."
Her lips parted, her eyes glazing over.
"Then we'll talk about you having a turn."
Her smile was sexy as fuck. "I will get one."
"You think so?"
Simon dipped his head so he could taste her nipple. He licked gently at first, loving the way it puckered.
"I know—oh, God!"
When Violet tried to move her hands, he covered them with his to keep her in place while he teased the pebbled tip of her nipple with his tongue. When he sucked her breast into his mouth, her hands pushed against his as her chest arched toward him. Their fingers twined together as she held on to him.
"Simon…"
He lifted his head, met her gaze. "I want you to say my name a thousand times just like that. Breathless and greedy."
She gasped softly as he dipped his head and suckled her other breast, laving the nipple, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue, then teasing with the tip. Violet's soft moans floated around the room, softly at first, growing more urgent the longer he feasted.
Testing the waters, he nipped her once.
"Simon!" She gasped, her fingers tightening around his.
"Did you like that?" He licked the sting away.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Want me to do it again?"
She nodded, staring down at him.
He gave her what she wanted, nipping and teasing before sucking harder. That seemed to be her tipping point because her back arched, her hips lifted between his thighs.
"God, yes, Simon."
"Does it hurt?"
"So good," she groaned when he sucked hard one last time.
Sliding up, he trailed kisses over her chest, her neck. He stopped at her lips, dipping his tongue inside. He brought her hands above her head, keeping them in place with one of his so he could use the other to cup her face. Touching her was a pleasure all itself. While their tongues mated, he caressed down her chest, cupping her breasts, teasing the hardened tips with his thumb.
He moaned low in his throat, rocking his hips forward when Violet sucked his tongue, her breaths labored.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please, what?"
"More," she said with a smile. "I want more."
He kissed the corners of her mouth, her chin. "Are you givin' me permission to devour you?"
"Yes."
Simon chuckled. "Don't say I didn't warn you, baby."
Releasing her hands, he scooted down the bed and got to his feet. He slipped his fingertips into the waistband of her jeans and pulled her butt to the end of the bed. Violet gasped, laughing as she stared back at him. Her laughter died slowly as he popped the button free, lowered the zipper, then relieved her of the confining denim. He purposely left her panties because he wasn't done playing, and the sight of that white lace made him want to do unspeakable things to her.
He took a moment to admire because he liked the way she writhed under the scrutiny of his gaze. When she whimpered his name again, he slid the white lace of her thong aside so he could see the slick pink folds beneath.
"Damn, baby. You're fuckin' perfect." He teased his finger along the seam of her pussy. "You're wet." He met her gaze. "Is that because of me?"
"Mm-hmm," she mumbled, her eyes closing as he teased her clit with his fingertip.
"You want more of my tongue?"
Violet nodded.
"On you?" He pressed the very tip of his finger inside her snug entrance. "Or in you?"
She gasped. "Yes!"
Thank fuck for that because he wasn't sure he could wait another second.
Remembering that he'd promised a play-by-play, Simon decided to make her an active participant.
Standing tall, he stared down at her. "Spread your legs for me."
She let her knees fall wide.
"More." He nudged his chin toward her. "Hold 'em open. Keep them open no matter what. Can you do that?"
"Yes," she rasped, smiling. "Simon … please. Put your mouth on me."
Unable to resist a command like that, he leaned down and exhaled, letting his breath fan her pussy. Her intoxicating scent went right to his head, leaving him drunk on desire and need.
Holding her thong to the side, he licked her slowly, tasting, teasing. He outlined her pussy with his mouth, learning what her different moans meant. When he flicked her clit lightly, her moans grew louder, more urgent. When he pumped his tongue inside her entrance, they took on a sultrier tone.
And when he trailed his tongue lower, rimming her asshole, she hissed, then sighed. She pulled her legs back, and he took that as an invitation to explore.
"Simon… oh, my God … That feels … oh…"
He pulled back, teasing her asshole with the tip of his finger. "Has anyone ever fucked you here?"
"No."
"Are you opposed to someone fuckin' you here?"
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Not if it's you."
The power that simple statement gave him was enough to fuel a city. The thought of being the first to take her ass made his cock throb painfully against his zipper.
Wanting her to know how much he appreciated her trust in him, Simon kept licking her, laving the outer lips of her pussy, her clit, her asshole. He teased until she was begging, then he focused on her clit, suckling the tiny bundle of nerves, flicking it with his tongue while he pushed one finger into her tight, warm cunt.
"Simon!" Her back arched, her pussy fluttered around his finger as she groaned, every muscle tightening.
It was a wonder he didn't come the moment her inner muscles locked down on his finger. He managed to refrain, letting her ride out the waves. When she settled, he stood. Before he could join her on the bed, she surprised him, sliding to the floor at his feet. He stared down at the most stunning woman he'd ever seen kneeling before him like a wet fucking dream.
"It's my turn," she said, unbuttoning his jeans.
While she worked them open, he toed off his boots, kicking them to the side. His pants and underwear followed, and before he knew what was happening, Violet's fingers were curled around his shaft.
"Oh, wow," she rasped, her eyes wide. Her gaze flicked up to his face, and she smiled. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
Simon wasn't sure what that meant, but a moment later, it didn't matter because Violet opened her mouth and attempted to take his cock to the root. He was bigger than average, so it didn't work right away, but she was clearly determined. The only thing he could do was hold on.
"Fuck," he hissed, gripping her by the hair to hold her in place. She was going to make him come, and he damn sure wasn't ready for that yet.
When she licked the underside of his shaft, he tightened his grip on her hair. "Baby, don't make me come. I intend to be inside you when I do."
She moaned and the earth fucking tilted.
"Stop." He pulled his hips back, attempting to get his cock out of reach, but she simply resorted to stroking him with her hands. "Violet."
"Hmm?" She stared at his dick while she worked her soft hands up and down, up and down.
"Get up," he ordered, tugging her hair, urging her to stand.
She did, a beaming grin on her face, a soft moan escaping. "I told you I'd have a turn."
He laughed. Damn, she was perfect.
"You did. Now turn around," he hissed, his cock aching, desperate.
As she did, she peered back at him, sassy and smug.
Simon smacked her ass.
Violet gasped. "Oh my—"
He put his hand in the middle of her back and urged her to bend over. He wasn't gentle, only mindful of not hurting her. When she fell forward onto the bed, he smacked her ass cheek again before yanking her panties down her legs and tossing them aside. He stood and smacked her other cheek.
This time she cried out, her hips rolling. "Simon … fuck me." She groaned softly. "Please. Fuck. Me."
"I intend to," he assured her, smacking her ass one more time for good measure. "Don't move."
"Where are you goin'?"
"Condom," he said as he grabbed his jeans and fished out his wallet. He'd tucked three in there earlier, just in case. Based on how hot this woman made him, he didn't think that was going to be enough for one night.
In no time at all, he sheathed his cock and stood behind her, gripping her hips, kneading her flesh as he took a breath and willed his cock into submission. He refused to go off like a geyser, and if he wasn't careful, that was exactly what would happen the moment he slid inside her.
"Put one knee on the bed," he instructed, moving in behind her.
Violet shifted, lifting one leg and placing her outturned knee on the mattress.
Simon reached between her legs, teasing her pussy with his fingers. He slid in one, fucking her gently. He added another and was rewarded as she rocked back against the intrusion.
"Fuck yes, Violet. I need to put my cock inside you, but you're so tight."
He continued to finger her until her juices coated his hand.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he warned. "Hard."
"Now, Simon," she ground out. "Fuck me now."
As soon as she was steady, Simon guided his cock to her tight entrance and pushed in slowly. She was too fucking tight.
"Ahh," she moaned, pushing back against him. "I won't break."
He chuckled, smacking her ass. "Are you sure about that? Relax."
"I'm tryin'," she whimpered, her hands gripping the comforter. "Fuck me. Please."
"You've gotta take me first," he said through gritted teeth.
"I'm takin' you now," she countered, her frustration so damn cute.
"Baby, that's not even half of it."
She peered back over her shoulder, a surprised look on her face. "Really?"
He laughed. "Really."
"Well, hurry it up," she pouted, rocking back against him.
"That's it," he urged. "Fuck yourself on my dick."
She did. Her tight, slick walls gliding up and down his dick until, finally, he was balls deep inside her.
Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"About time," she muttered, pushing back against him.
Getting a firm grip on her hips, Simon slid out, pushed in. Again and again, he fucked her, watching as his cock disappeared into her warm, willing body. The smell of sex was all around them as they sought pleasure from one another.
"Simon … oh, God, yes…"
"Feel good? You like my big dick filling that tight little pussy?"
" Fuck yes."
He smiled at the emphasis on the curse, then pushed in harder, deeper. Her body jerked every time his pelvis slammed against her ass. As heat churned, electricity arcing at the base of his spine, he fucked her, unable to get enough.
"God, that feels good," she hissed.
Simon stopped, pulling out so he could change positions. He flipped her over, pushing her back onto the bed, her ass hanging right on the edge, her ankles by his ears. He pushed inside her again, not wanting to hurt her but unable to hold back any longer. She felt so right to him, as though this was exactly where he was meant to be.
"I need to see your beautiful face when you come," he told her, picking up the pace as he folded her in half so he could plant his hands on the bed.
Violet gripped his wrists for leverage, her pussy contracting around his dick. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"I need this pussy to come for me, Vi. I want to feel your sweet juices all over my dick. I won't come until you do." He hoped.
Her back arched as he railed into her again and again. Slow and gentle took a backseat to hard and deep. He slammed in, pulled out. Faster, deeper. All finesse disappeared as he chased his release. When he was fast approaching the point of no return, Simon rubbed her clit with his thumb, watching as her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her pussy locking down on him.
"That's it, baby. Are you comin' all over my dick?"
"Yes, Simon. Oh, fuck yes!"
Her pussy milked him as he held on, wanting her to ride out her orgasm for as long as possible. As soon as he felt her relax, he drove in one final time and came, a rough growl rumbling in his chest.