Taken (Sinful Series - book 1)
Chapter 30 - Ravish

Landon

It wasn’t until her perfect little body vibrated under his touch that he understood what getting lost in someone meant. Time did not matter. Words ceased to hold any true meaning. It was just Violet and him alone. She glowed under his attention. His touch ignited her skin, and his kisses inspired frenzy he never witnessed before. Violet allowed him to do whatever he pleased, yet it was him who feasted upon her delicious body. Selfless transformed into selfish, as the more he gave, the more satisfaction he got.

“I want to feel you,” Violet whispered, her hand leaving his skin for the nightstand, her body reaching for the drawer. Landon eased his body off hers, his fingers blindly replaceing a familiar square package.

“Do you have a favorite?”

He wanted everything to perfect for her.

For them.

“Surprise me,” Violet answered, distracting him as she traced random patterns over his skin. It felt good and Landon knew it would be his favorite pastime from now on.

Landon took out a couple of condoms, looking them over.

“Flavored,” Landon mused examining a package, while Violet rolled her eyes at him. She randomly took a package from his hand, ripping it open. Landon protested, “Hey, what happened to ‘surprise me’?”

“You took too long. We’ll circle back to the one of your choosing later,” Violet negotiated, attempting to roll down a condom on him. Her words meant more to him than she probably implied, but Landon took it as a win. She had lost patience and wanted him badly enough to go back on her word.

“So I qualified for later,” Landon wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“Pending performance evaluation,” Violet jested back.

“Which we both know would be outstanding,” Landon replied smugly. Her flushed cheeks told him she was enjoying herself just as he thought.

“Would you hurry up?” Violet scolded him in an attempt to change the topic.

“I aim to please,” Landon chuckled, all pun intended, only for Violet to tug him back over her. Landon enjoyed shielding her body with his. It reminded him just how petite she was compared to him. The urge to protect her intensified. She was alone in the cold world just like him. Discarded by Fates and her fated, rejected but not broken. They were a couple of peas in a pod.

“A couple,” his wolf supplied and Landon gladly agreed with him.

After tonight there was no turning back. She would be his.

Her fingers tugged at his sides, while her hips wiggled against him, distracting him from where his thoughts led. All that mattered was they belonged together, bodies intertwined like this. It felt right. It felt good.

His finger swept a drop of moisture from her folds before he aligned himself with her. His forefinger and middle finger tracing circles over her pearl, teasing her more than she could take. Her slippery essence allowed him sink in, before her muscles constricted around him.

“Holy cow. This actually feels good.” Violet murmured biting her lip as her pelvis swayed side to side.

It was a sight to behold. Landon watched her exploring their joining, a small smile playing on her lips. He brushed her hair away from her face and eased out only for her hands to shoot to his shoulders, holding him to her. Whether it was fear he’d hurt her or that he would stop, Landon couldn’t be certain. But there was no way he wasn’t going to replace his way back inside her. Not when it felt so good to be this close to her. The slow, sensual rhythm he created had her meeting his thrusts with a forward roll of her hips. Landon felt her clit roll against his pelvis, emitting waves of pleasure that took over her body.

The more she responded to his touch, the firmer his grip got. Soon he found himself restlessly pounding into her, flesh hitting flesh as her mewing intensified. Even though he was covering her gyrating body with his, he felt encased by her. Her knees found their way up to his waist stopping him from pulling too far back, not that the thought crossed his mind. Landon was so preoccupied by the response of her body to his probing touch, that it fueled his crazed brain to seek his release.

Violet

Casey was right. Bliss awaited her on the other side of an orgasmic adventure.

Violet felt incredible. Invincible. Powerful.

Every nerve ending across her body was awaken and deliciously firing at the same time, making her feel connection few had the pleasure of knowing. Landon was a high she never wanted to get off.

His forehead pressed into her neck, her hands wondered over his broad shoulders. It felt right having his weight over her, shielding her away from the world. Violet would be lying if she didn’t admit she liked that.

A lot.

“That was incredible,” Landon breathed into her neck, making her giggle as goose bumps spread over her skin. Her muscles gripped him tighter. Landon’s lips lovingly traced her shoulder then worked their way up to her ear.

“You okay?” Violet breathed out, struggling to make a coherent question.

“I should be asking you that,” Landon’s body still delightfully weighted over hers.

“I am now,” Violet sighed.

Even in the glow of the aftermath, her hands greedily roamed from his nape down his back and back to his shoulders. This male was spectacular specimen of perfection, and Violet recognized just how lucky she was to have him obsessing over her.

“I may have gotten carried away,” Landon reluctantly admitted.

“Then I want you getting carried away,” Violet rephrased, then added, “with me. Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Landon’s husky voice whispered between showering gentle kisses on her neck.

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Violet argued, making him chuckle.

“I aim to please.”

Landon wanted the final word. Too bad for him Violet was so stubborn.

“And you did. I never thought I could feel this good,” Violet confessed, closing her eyes.

“Me, either,” Landon replied. “You sure, you’re okay?”

“Tired, out of breath, but no pain,” Violet lazily reported. “My fingertips are still tingling, and my body feels like jell-o. I’m breathless, spent, yet I want to do it again.”

“I warned you, I am addictive,” Landon boasted.

“Yet so humble,” Violet’s sarcasm was teasing.

“Irresistible…” Landon corrected her, his teeth scrapping her shoulder, playfully punishing her for her sarcasm.

“Prick,” Violet couldn’t help herself but saying. If he got so worked up over sarcasm, she wanted to see how he’d retaliate against name-calling.

“Is my prick the one thing you desire? Or is it my fingers,” Landon’s sharp mind turned her name-calling into seduction. His fingers replaceing their way once more to her core, starting up all the wonderful sensations. “Or is it my tongue?”

True to his words, Landon’s lips descended upon hers. Violet was grateful he didn’t require her answer. She couldn’t have picked only one thing, even if she tried. Her desire was now bound to him and she wanted all of him.

One thing was certain whether it was physical or metaphorical, dueling with Landon’s tongue was always a treat. Violet eagerly parted her lips even before his hot tongue sought entrance in her mouth, swallowing her moans as his talented fingers continued creaming her. Landon brought her immerse joy, skillfully toying with her, keeping her on the verge of her apogee, but not fully getting her there.

“I feel so relaxed, powerful and connected. The things you do to my insides should be illegal.” Violet rightfully told him. She wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or complaint. But one thing was certain – no person should have such control over another.

“Funny I could have sworn you were talking about yourself.”

“Don’t be alarmed but I hope you’re not busy tomorrow. Or else I’ll have to chain you to my bed, because this is too good not to indulge in,” Violet confessed, only for Landon to laugh.

“You singing praises is all I need,” Landon cockily replied.

“I would be crazy not to want to have you again, and again, and again,” Violet replied, interrupted by his kiss. “And again.” He laughed against her lips. “And again.”

“You know what they call that?” Landon asked.

“Addiction? Love? Lust? Who cares? It feels so good,” Violet didn’t care. For all she knew, whatever he wanted, she would gladly give it to him.

“Relationship,” Landon’s short response brought her hazy mind to a standstill. He did talk about relationship and unlike others, his persistence only further accentuated he meant it.

“You are really boyfriend material,” Violet concluded.

“And what if I tell you my teeth itch to sink into your neck one day?” Landon asked, watching her reaction closely.

“I’d say, it must be contagious as I want to do the same,” Violet giggled, hiding her face in his shoulder, so he wouldn’t see the blush on her cheeks. It seemed incredible how two broken people made one whole.

“One day soon?” Landon pressed.

“Lan, I really like you. But last time I stopped thinking and let my heart soar, I ended up hurt. I’d love to think we could be all that and more to each other, but we need time to figure how we can work together before jumping into a mating. For what’s worth, I don’t think I’d ever be able to get over you.” Violet started only for Landon’s lips to silence her once again.

“As long as we are both open and moving towards that outcome, I don’t mind taking it slow,” Landon told her.

“Oh, boy. We are in trouble, if you think this is slow,” Violet jested.

Landon’s chest boomed with deep rich laughter.

“You are it for me, Vi,” Landon shook his head.

Landon

Landon woke up not knowing what he wanted more – to sleep, to have Violet, or to strangle the person behind the ramp knocking at the front door. Violet groaned pressing her head into his chest, her hand moving over his chest towards his groin.

“Someone’s at the door,” Landon informed her. It was still her place, and it wasn’t his business scaring the Goddess out of whoever decided to visit her. Even if they should have known better and not showed up at eight freaking a.m. While Landon was still considering his options, Violet snuggled even closer to him, if that was even possible.

“I promise I will be quiet,” Violet lazily moved under the sheet.

Landon didn’t have time to react before he felt her wet lips engulfing his bulging head.

“What if I am not quiet?” Landon peaked under the sheet, watching her head bob down his length. She popped him out of her mouth only to shrug.

“Do your own thing. I want you to enjoy this,” Violet replied focusing again on his throbbing appendage. Landon closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth. She was exploring the little valley where the spongy head met his shaft, while her hand cupped his balls.

Hands down, this was the life. It made all the mornings he woke up alone and stiff worth the wait. Her tongue swept down his side while her hand held him tight. He was swelling at her attention, which made her explore him with even greater zest.

He felt the bed dip just before Violet straddled him. It wasn’t until she moved up and down his length that his mind registered moisture. His eyes immediately found Violet’s.

“I wanted to feel you bare just for a little,” Violet explained, rubbing her pelvis forward and back over his groin.

Landon’s mind went back on how right she felt.

“And the conclusion?” Landon waited enjoying the view of her full breasts moved as she rode him.

“I blame you. All that relationship talk empowered me,” Violet winked then raised her hand shushing him, swaying her hips over him, shuddering as a pleasuring wave wrapped around her body. Her canal tightened around him, making him grunt, and hold back from gripping her hips and showing her just how serious he wanted to get with her. “You are addictive.”

With those parting words, she rose off him, his manhood springing free with a moist pop. She reached for a condom.

“Must we?” It was Landon’s turn to whine about the lost of the contact with her.

“Yes. While it feels incredible to go without it,” Violet opened the package, “we’re both too worked up to try withdrawal. Not today anyway.”

Landon raised his eyebrow at her, urging her to talk.

“I need to be on the pill for a while longer to make sure we don’t have an accident,” Violet answered.

Landon goofily smiled, amazed by this woman. Her unspoken confession tugged at his heart.

“You started taking it for me,” Landon rephrased.

“Because of you,” Violet corrected him.

“Same thing,” Landon shrugged, watching her roll the rubber down on him while shaking her head. Landon swallowed hard wondering how she would react if he told her he wanted a family with her. “so what now, boss lady?” He sighed, asking instead. He never wanted to force her into a relationship she was probably not ready for.

“Well, I was thinking of having my way with you, but I am open to suggestions,” Violet teased as she watched him stroke himself.

“Hop on,” Landon invited her.

Violet shook her head, then moved on her hands and feet, wiggling her behind at him, and looking at him over her shoulder.

“I might be rougher,” he warned at the sight of her invitation.

“I trust you,” Violet replied, wiggling her butt in front of him.

Who was Landon to refuse?

Violet

Landon relentlessly showed Violet just how much he enjoyed being with her. Her wiggles were met by his thrusts equal in passion and strength, drilling his adoration in search for his own release. She forgot how many times her core released delightful waves overtook her body, her inner wall muscles undulating, tightening and releasing only to take a firmer hold of him, making each ripple more earth shattering than the one before. The delightful sounds of wet bodies meeting in an eon old dance of love filled the room.

His eager movements sent Violet to heaven and back, only to have her knees give out and to fall forward on the bed. Landon’s hands gripped her hips, pulling them back onto his steel. He sat back on the heels of his feet, maintaining their connection as her groin nestled into his lap, her back pressed against his chest. His hand parted her thighs, encircling her button, tugging her folds, exposing their union to his electrifying touch. He didn’t have much room to move into her, but his fingers easily brought an overload to her senses, her zenith just as ravishing as when he was pumping into her. Her head rolled back over his shoulder, exposing her neck at him. It was the ultimate submission she could ever give. The gesture was sign of trust and respect and it didn’t go unnoticed. Landon’s lips latched over her pulse, holding her life essence as he rolled his hips into her. Violet was too caught in the moment to care if he claimed her or not. They both knew it was only a matter of time. Teasing was just like flirting, a playful torture building the anticipation for the future.

Violet felt weightless, closing her eyes and enjoying the way Landon transformed her body in a well-tuned instrument only he could play. She relinquished all control, allowing him to mold her to his darkest desire. His pounding became more violent, powerful, the motion sending her plummeting into her original position. He kept on plunging into her wetness as he desperately slaked his own feverish need. Her soft body cushioned his hard strokes into her flesh, a moist plop sounding the room whenever he slammed into her.

His touch, his scent, his warmth became her focus as her mind cleared from all mundane things. He was her joy, her challenge, her life-line. She met each thrust with one of her own, making their joining intense, fast and relentless. If it wasn’t for his strong arms to keep her in place, she knew she would have collapsed even before he delved hilt deep into her, releasing his life fluid as their hearts began beating as one.

Landon

Landon felt light-headed, exhausted and extremely proud of the sated she wolf beneath him. He had lost grip of her hips, pinning her down onto the bed. He couldn’t believe how well she fit into his body. Their joining still intact, his belly pressed into the rounded behind, the plates of his chest laid on top of her back, her head reaching his shoulder. His canines elongated at the thought he could still claim her as his.

He braced an elbow against the bed, lifting some of his weight. Her hands shot up, pulling him back over her.

“No, don’t move,” Violet instructed him as she lazily stuck her bum into his groin, making him grunt. He was spent but yet none of them wanted their contact to cease. He rocked his hips back and forth testing the shallow angle then pulled her into his chest, shifting on his side, spooning her from behind. “Changed my mind. Keep doing that.”

Violet lazily sighed, rolling her hips back into him.

“Addicted?” Landon teased.

“I actually hear it is good for your health,” Violet sneakily replied.

“Is it now?” Landon murmured into her hair.

“Hmm,” Violet confirmed, her breathing evening out.

He eased out, covering her with the bed sheet, silently standing up to get rid of the evidence of their togetherness. His feet carried him to her bathroom where he disposed of the rubber, then cleaned himself up. He was just about to slumber away the morning with Violet in his arms, when the pounding at the front door renewed. Landon sighed, glanced at Violet’s sleeping frame that seemed undisturbed by the noise. A wicked smile spread across his face. He had tired her out. Feeling darn proud he reached for his boxers and went to answer the door.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Landon glared as he opened the door only to be greeted by a deep growl.