CHAPTER 41

"Are you certain? We are guests here.”

"I don't mind. You must share the bed with me starting today, and you are not permitted to sleep anywhere else."

“But........”

"There are no buts unless you don't love and want me, in which case you can leave. I'm not going to force you," she said, jerking his hand away from her shoulders.

She was upset, but not with him. She got to her bed and was about to open her silk covers when he stopped her.

"I love you Violet more than anything else. So please don't be angry with me. I promised you that no matter what happened, I would never abandon you now or in the future."

She knew he meant every word he said when she looked deep down into his eyes.

"I'll prove it to you every day, babes," Dylan promised.

Dylan sat down on the bed and drew her between his knees, causing her to stand in front of him. Watching her face, he slowly lifted her nightgown and kissed her flat stomach, taking his time and kissing his way higher.

The warmth of his mouth on her bare skin and the tingling sensation of his mouth on her rib cage made her gasp. She had missed it and yearned for it so badly. She had to forget everything and imagine herself and Dylan alone in a world where only they two existed as if they were immortals.

Dylan closed his mouth on her taut, aching nipple, and she exclaimed once more. His mouth was warm and wet, and as he sucked, her lower belly clenched and clenched again. She clenched her teeth and buried her hands in his hair as he sucked and caressed her nipple until she felt as wet and hot between her thighs.

And just when things were looking up, Dylan came to a halt.

"Dylan..." she exclaimed in disbelief.

"I've only just begun, babes," he teased as he removed the gown and let it fall to the floor.

He then lifted her and carefully placed her on the bed, only wearing her silky pants. He began to lick her taut, aching flesh again, causing her to bury her hands in his hair once more. She desired more, a lot more.

He didn't seem to notice her urgency, instead, he kept on kissing and caressing both breasts, then her rib cage, and down her flat belly to the silk barrier of her panties. He slid his hands beneath her bottom as he kissed her hipbones, lifting her slightly and making her insides feel hot and wet.

“Dylan!" she wailed as he stroked her mound through her damp white silk underwear.

He then kissed her through the silk, his lips covering, wrapping around her tight, hard nub. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her hands against the thick muscle. When his tongue traced the lines of her inner lips on the silk, she bucked, finding the sensation and friction too much for her.

"Please, Dylan. No more......" he didn't let her finish because he was already slipping her pants off and parting her knees, parting them so he could kiss her without being interrupted.

Violet screamed as his tongue caressed her between her breasts, a gentle caress that grew bolder, alternately licking and sucking until she was drenched in her own desire and climaxed. He licked her clean with his tongue and kissed her on the lips, tasting her as their tongues stroked.

She broke the kiss and assisted him in taking off his clothes, revealing a body she hadn't seen in a long time. She watched him climb back onto the bed and straddle her, her heart in her throat.

His body was a map of muscles and planes, which is why she couldn't stop herself from touching his abdomen and every hollow on him, but what she loved more was what was beneath that lean torso, a very intimidating erection for a young man like him.

She pressed her palms against the end of his shaft, the head hot and silky in her hands. Her other hand was wrapped around the thick shaft, sliding her hand up and down.

She tightened her grip and stroked the length of his shaft, a little faster, a little harder, and she noticed him tense and smiled. Dylan grabbed her hand and yanked it away from his body.

"You'd better stop," he hissed, "or I won't be able to show you how much I want you."

Violet drew his face down to her and linked her hands behind his neck, "how do you want to?"

He kissed her deeply, passionately, and hard, kissing her until she shivered and danced beneath her.

"Thoroughly," he replied much later, lifting his head.

And then he kept kissing her, stealing her breath, her body, and her will. He stretched over her and moved her legs, his thighs inside hers. She was nudged by the tip of his erection.

"I love you," she murmured against his ear as he positioned his shaft at her body's entrance.

As he slowly entered her, he kissed her deeply; her body was wet and welcoming. She knew she was going to spend the rest of her life with him as they moved as one, one body, one heart, and one soul. And whoever dared to oppose her would be struck down one by one, no matter how long it took.

He felt like he was on his honeymoon, spending intimate time with Violet alone in the suite. They were in the bathtub after ravishing each other so many times. He sat in front of her, staring at her and loving every minute of it.

"Are you not going to assist me? We've got a banquet to go to."

"Sure, ma'am. I assumed you'd never ask."

With a washcloth, he reached up and gently massaged her shoulders, rubbing slowly along her neck. He leaned in and gently nibbled the tip of her ear before kissing her neck lightly. He gently rubbed the cloth down to the square of her back.