Tales of the Golden Judge: 3-Book Bundle - Books 1-3
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“That's a long time,” Violet said, her mind spinning with Carson's confession.
He nodded, not laughing at her at all. “Forever,” he whispered in her ear. His soft breath tickled her sensitive skin, and she shivered.
“Will you have me?” he continued. “Will you come with me, and live with me, and let me cherish you for the rest of our lives together?”
She knew that she should have been wary. Things were moving too fast, and no matter what she felt, she had only know this man for a very short amount of time. Then she met his electric blue eyes again, and she knew what the answer would be, the only one that she could live with.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh yes, please, Carson, yes...”
The moment the words passed her lips, Carson's mouth came crashing down on hers, and he lifted her up to kiss her even more thoroughy. With her feet dangling above the air and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, Violet felt overwhelmed. This was something that she had never thought could happen to her, and the magic of it threatened to consume her mind.
Instead, she put it away. She put it away to think about later, because right now, all she wanted and all she needed was this man. Impetuously, she reached down to fondle him between the legs, but to her shock, his hand came down to encircle her wrist.
“You're lovely,” he said with a smile, “but if you touch me like that, this will be over before it begins.”
He carried her over to her bed, where he simply lay her down on the quilt and looked at her. He looked at her so long that Violet started to feel self-conscious, but he only shook his head.
“I have never seen you naked,” he said. “There was simply no time before, but now I can finally make things right...”
With exquisite care, he removed her shirt and her jeans, leaving her in her underwear. He smiled to see her white cotton underthings, and though she wished she had the time and the foresight to put on her nicer garments, another part of her was simply so happy to let him see who she really was and what she really wore.
He knelt down on the bed next to her, but when she reached for him, he simply took her hands and put them back on the headboard.
“I have every intention of enjoying and helping you enjoy me,” he growled, and the tone of command in his voice made her stomach turn flip-flops.
“Yes... yes, sir,” she said softly, and her obedience made him smile.
“Good. Leave your hands there until I say that you can move them then. Do you understand?”
When she nodded, he leaned down to kiss her, and he took his time with it. He plundered her mouth lazily, tasting her, learning about her and what she liked. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she sucked on it gently, pleased that she could wring a soft groan out of him. He pulled away slightly but then he simply dropped his mouth to her throat. She squirmed and sighed as he lapped at the tender skin of her neck, and then she moaned outright when one hard hand came up to touch the scant curve of her breast. With his thumb and his forefinger, he reached into the cup of her bra and gently rolled her nipple until it was hard and aching. When she thought she couldn't take any more, he repeated the gesture on the other side.
“I think you're wearing too much clothing, my dear.”
With a single flick of his fingers, the tore both the light bra and the panties off of her, and though they were only small pieces of cloth in the first place, she suddenly felt significantly more exposed than she had before.
Matter-of-factly, Carson stripped to his skin, and when Violet saw his hard and heavy cock, she licked her lips.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked teasingly, and she nodded.
“I want to put my mouth on you,” she said, gratified to see his face turn a becoming shade of red and his cock bounce slightly.
“Nice try, darling,” he said, “but right now, it is all my turn.”
She wondered what it might mean if it ever became her turn, but then she couldn't think because he was looming over her with a bright fierce smile. She knew that he wanted to touch her, and when he hesitated, she nodded slightly. She was quickly losing the ability to form sentences, but all she knew was that she wanted this, and she wanted all of it.
Violet squirmed as his hands roved up and down her body. Though they brushed her breasts, he never touched her between the legs. Instead, they skimmed up her sides, down her legs, and over the soft plane of her belly. She squirmed when he dropped his mouth to first one nipple and then the other, and when his short nails caught the sensitive skin of her hips just right, she bucked.
Despite the responses he was wringing from her body, she kept a tight hold on the headboard behind her. She shivered when he leaned down to lick a soft trail to the navel, and when his fingers brushed over the soft fluff on her mons, she let out a full-throated moan that made him gasp.
“Yes, yes, again, please,” he whispered, and this time, he ran the ball of his thumb along her aching wet slit. In a matter of minutes, he was thrusting two wide fingers inside her, and she was writhing.
“Still have your hands on the headboard?”
“Yes, yes, damn you, yes!” she chanted.
He rose over her, making her momentarily think of demons rising from hell and devils from the deeps, but surely those fallen things were not so beautiful?
This was the first time she had seen him clearly when he was having sex with her, and the beauty of his expression almost shocked her. He wore a look of intense concentration as he pushed inside her, and though there was a stretch from the size of his cock, the slight burn almost immediately gave way to pleasure.
When Carson was seated inside her firmly, she couldn't wait. She needed to roll her hips right that moment, and then it was like something broke in the white wolf. He pulled halfway out of her and surged back in, and when Violet moaned, he gripped her hips in his hands and dragged her onto him more firmly.
The desperation of his movements and the expression on his face drove her toward her climax, and she felt that familiar low heat at the bottom of her belly.
“Please, please, please?” she wailed, and as if he understood exactly what she meant, he reached down and started to finger her clitoris. She dug her fingers into the headboard, but she still refused to let it go. Instead, she writhed against the bed, and tried to make sure that Carson knew how much she wanted him, no matter how large he was.
Carson's movements quickened, and Violet could feel the way his muscles bunched and tensed up as if he were a powerful machine.
“I want you to come,” she whispered, and he flashed a grin at her.
“You first,” he retorted, and that simple sexy dare pushed her right over the edge. She finally had to release the tension that was building up in her. Right on the heels of her own pleasure, Carson bellowed and spilled his seed deep inside her.
When she could finally speak again, she raised her head and looked deeply at him. His smile was faint but real, and he ran his hand over the short crop of her hair.
“What is it, love?” he asked tenderly, and a part of her thrilled to be called his love.
“This is forever, isn't it?” she asked softly. “This is you and me, and we will be together forever?”
He brought her close to him, burying his face in her hair. “Forever,” he swore. “We stand together and fall together from this time forward.”
She threw her arms around him, and to her shock and surprise, she dissolved into a torrent of tears.
After ascertaining that he had done nothing wrong, he simply held her until the storm passed, and she could look at him again.
“I love you,” she said softly. “You're all I want, forever, from this time forward.”
“Thank you,” Carson said, his voice full of awe. “Oh love, thank you...”
He leaned over and kissed her, and as she fell into the gentleness of his embrace, she knew that she would never need to be frightened again.
TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK FOUR: By Moonlight Bound - Volume 4
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