Page 111 of Violet

Stephan lifts his head and trails fingers over the neckline of my dress, and then down over my breasts, circling where my nipples push against the thick satin. “God, Princess, I can’t wait to see you naked. You’re already a work of art, but I want it all.”

He sighs.

“But?” I ask.

“But I should take it slow for your first time, make it special.” He gives me a dark, smoky look, and in the light in my nest, his hair is deep burnished gold, the dark part of the blond turned into something holy.

“Oh.”

“There’s time for down and dirty, Princess. The first time I get your body is going to be where I teach you, where we learn together, explore. And…Violet?”

“Yes?”

“I saw your face earlier when I mentioned you can do what you want with this place. I said that because while I’m not giving up my career, I’ll be taking you with me only when and if you want to go. But this should be your domain. I want you to explore your tastes. Have something of your own. With me.”

I take off my veil and look around, then lay it over a fat sofa in the room for, I guess, when I start going into heat orcoming out of it. And when I am, now he doesn’t need to be kept away. It’s going to be months away, the next one, and I’m both glad and regretful at having my first one before we mate.

I don’t think I want our first time to be while I’m out of my mind in heat, but I would have liked to be crazed and attacking him. Next time.

“I think I’d like this in here,” I say, running a hand over the veil. “Iris made it for me, but it’s from our mating ceremony.”

He nods then undoes his bowtie and pulls it off. He tosses it. “You can have that, too. Anything. Now come on, I have drinks and some snacks for us, and we can have them in the bedroom. You can model the lingerie I got you…”

My pulse won’t stop jumping, and my hand shakes as he hands me a drink. It’s that strong, sweet alcohol smell of the drink he likes. Bourbon. I don’t mind it, but I’m not really used to booze, and softer drinks might be more my style.

Yet this feels…right.

A grownup drink on a very grownup night. He kisses me, the taste of the bourbon on his lips enhancing the rich, dark tone of him, and my stomach flutters with winged thrills.

The bedroom is masculine. Both light and dark wood, and a four-poster bed that I’d love to hang gauzy material from. Earthy tones to go with the room. But romantic for me.

No, forus.

The bed is huge, and I gulp and turn, taking in all the space. There’s even a sofa, an armchair, and a coffee table in here. I almost giggle. The master bedroom with the master himself.

But it’s not funny. I’m just drenched in nerves and?—

Stephan runs his knuckles down my back. “I think you need to take this dress off. You’re getting all damp.”

I quiver, and try and reach for the zipper, but he kisses my shoulder now, and the zip hisses as he undoes it. Then he steps back, taking my drink as the dress falls.

Exposed. This is the most of me a man’s ever seen. The lace balconette bra covers barely anything, and his gaze drops like lightning to my nipples that pucker and ache as they push at the lace, starting to peek over the top.

Then his gaze shifts down to the cream lace covering my pussy, and he lingers, making me throb within.

I can feel myself getting wet, and I’m sure he can see it. From his smile that slowly blooms, I’m positive.

“Here.” He hands me back my drink, pulls out his phone, and presses a button. Slow, seductive music plays. Then he throws off his coat, kicks off his shoes, and unbuttons his shirt, flashing me an expanse of that golden, famous flesh.

There’s a bowl of berries, all kinds, on the coffee table, and the bottle of bourbon picking up a deep amber glow from the warm light of the room.

“That class you went to when I first saw you run across traffic, can you show me what you learned?”

I freeze. “Is… Is this what we do?”

“We’re mated. We can do anything, and as I told you, I’m taking my time, but…” He puts his hand on his pants, and runs his fingers along his covered dick, showing me how big, stiff, and thick it is.

My mouth waters and my throat closes, all at the same time. This is a lot, too much. And I step closer, fascinated above all else.

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