Where the Wind Whispers (Seasons of Betrayal Book 3) (16 page)

Writing was an escape for Violet. Much the same way she enjoyed sketching with charcoal in the mornings or reading in the afternoon.

But hobbies would do her no good.

Hobbies wouldn’t provide.

“Well?” Kaz asked from behind her.

He’d moved closer, his hands curving around her waist and holding tight as if he thought she might run or something.

Violet stared at the space a little while longer.

Books lined the walls from the floor to the ceiling. A sitting area by the tall windows looked inviting enough to keep her occupied, while the studio setup on the other side looked as if it would keep her mind focused enough to write or draw … whatever.

It wasn't just
one
space.

It wasn’t for just
one
thing.

It was a mixture of all Violet’s favorite things—a place for her to explore those talents.

Something no one else had ever wanted her to do.

“Violet?”

“Do I tell you often enough how much I love you?” she asked quietly.

Kaz’s fingers squeezed her waist. “It’s been a while—remind me.”

“I do love you. Thank you for this. It’s wonderful.”

“There’s no reason why you shouldn’t do the things that make you happy,” Kaz said, his right hand ghosting around her side to rest against her stomach. He peppered soft kisses across the back of her neck as he continued to speak. “I never want you to feel trapped in a big house with nothing to make you happy, Violet.”

“You make me happy.”

“Yes, but—”

Violet spun fast on her heel, quieting Kaz instantly. “But
nothing
. You make me happy, Kaz. Don’t ever think differently. I need—want—very little else but you.”

Kaz traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “I missed you.”

“I wasn’t very happy without you. I thought I might have hated you for a little while.”

“But you don’t,” he pressed on.

“It was the right choice.”

“It was.”

But it hurt, she knew.

Violet could see it in his eyes.

It’d hurt him a great deal, too.

“I love you, Kaz,” Violet whispered before kissing the pad of his thumb. “But don’t ever do that to me again.”

Kaz laughed loudly. Taking a step forward, he crowded his body against Violet’s in the doorway. She didn’t mind, welcomed him closer even. Fisting his dress shirt, she did just that and pulled him closer until he was pressed against her frame and nothing else was in her small world but him and them for that passing time.

“Promise me,” she demanded.

Kaz’s fingers ticked under her chin, making her look up at him. “You’re not going anywhere after today—I promise.”

Then Kaz was kissing her again.

Harder than before.

Fiercer.

It was enough to make her blood burn and take her breath away all at the same time.

His thumb and forefinger held tight to her chin, tipping her head back as his other hand tangled up in her hair and tugged firmly once he had a good handful of the strands in his grip.

His mouth traveled down the expanse of her neck, making her breaths speed up as his teeth scraped lightly against her pulse point.

“Missed this,” Violet said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t think she could be any louder.

All she really wanted to do for the rest of the night was enjoy being back in her reality. Home with her husband, the one person in the world who was still just made only for
her
.

She’d changed into a cotton tank and short set after they had gotten home, wanting to get out of the ruined dress and the blazer that didn’t belong to her. The coolness of the room washed over her skin, but the warmth of Kaz and the firmness of his erection pressing into her body was enough to make her want to drop to her knees and beg him for anything—
everything
.

It’d been too long for them.

Far too long.

Kaz surprised her, though. He was the one to drop to his knees, his hands slipping under her shorts so his palms could lay flat on her ass. Then he was placing a sweet, fleeting kiss to her slightly rounded midsection before his attention was moving lower.

And so was his mouth.

Violet sucked in a hard breath when Kaz tugged her shorts down her legs without warning, exposing her bare sex beneath. He chuckled at the sight of her naked, like he wasn’t even surprised that she hadn’t bothered with panties.

It wasn’t but a blink before his mouth was encasing her sex, his tongue striking with knowing precision between her folds to find her sensitive clit instantly.

Violet had been wrong.

She could make a sound louder than a whisper.

“
Fuck
… Kaz!”

Gray-blue eyes snapped up to find her, and his grin grew even more sinful as he repeated the motion, his tongue attacking her throbbing clit with enough force to make her legs shake and her knees weak. He had talent, this man. Something special about his mouth that made her fucking stupid in the head and ready to do just about anything he wanted to get more of it.

But in typical Kaz fashion, because he loved to make her beg when he teased her, he pulled back and slowed his assault just enough to make her orgasm wane when it was almost at its peak.

“You like that when I eat you, yes?” he asked, gaze never leaving hers as his fingers stroked her sex while his mouth hovered alongside her thigh. “Do you want my fingers stretching you out and filling you full while I eat you, Violet?”

Jesus
.

Her eyes squeezed shut when two of his fingers thrust into her wet sex, a shiver rolling over her shoulders as pleasure coursed through her nerves.

Kaz’s free hand snapped hard against her inner thigh. “Don’t ever do that—you know what I want.”

Violet’s eyes flew open, finding him watching her, all of his arrogance back in a blink.

He wanted her to watch him.

He liked that—got off on it.

“Make me come,” she demanded. “I want to come. Eat me—fuck me. Make me come and then
do it again
.”

Kaz tipped his head to the side slightly. “You forgot something.”

Violet groaned low when his fingers found the right spot inside her pussy. He knew he’d found it too because, for a few unhurried, measured strokes, he let the tips of his fingers massage her G-spot.

“Please.” Violet sucked in a hard breath when the thrusts of his fingers came harder after she’d uttered that one single word he loved to hear coming from her lips. “
Please
, Kaz.”

He continued as if she hadn’t even said a thing. “And if you want me to make it really
good,
krasivaya
, once I’ve gotten my fill of you in here, I’ll sit your pretty ass on the kitchen table after we’re done eating dinner, spread you open all over again, and get my fucking dessert, too.”

Fucking hell.

Yeah, she’d really missed this.

Him and his dirty words.

All those filthy promises.

Violet was quite literally aching for what Kaz was offering.

“Does that sound good?” he asked.

She nodded.

Kaz cocked an eyebrow at her non-verbal response, his tongue striking out to lap at her thigh before he said, “When has that ever gotten you what you wanted from me, Violet?”

Never.

Because he wanted words.

He needed her
words
.

“Yes,” she gasped, rocking her hips into the strokes of his fingers still fucking her pussy. It was almost enough to make her come but not quite. The teasing touches and promising strokes had taken her to that edge, but she knew his mouth was going to take her over it—screaming, sweating, and blissed. “Please, yes.”

Another kiss on her thigh.

A wink from him.

Then he was there again—his tongue driving between her folds, lapping at her tart fluids before the short flicks hit her clit.

Over and over.

Hard.

So fast.

Relentless.

Kaz didn’t give Violet the chance to breathe. He wanted to see how fast he could make her shatter after all the teasing he’d done.

It didn’t take long at all.

“Oh, my God,” Violet whined.

Every single one of her muscles clenched and then, right after, released.

The orgasm was damn near
numbing
. She wasn’t quite sure if that was the right word, given she could feel everything, but the rest of the world and the things around her except for Kaz bled away. It was as if ice water had been poured down her spine, while heat suddenly bloomed in her bloodstream.

Violet felt strong arms wrap around her back to keep her standing steady, but her vision was hazy, and bliss was still racing through her nervous system. She’d heard it said before that pregnant women had
better
orgasms simply because there was more blood flow to the sensitive areas.

She believed that to be true now.

Every kiss that dotted her skin was heaven.

Each touch of his hands was perfection.

Violet sighed into the feel of Kaz’s mouth pressing to hers as he walked them further into the room. She could taste her own arousal on his tongue—all tartly sweet and heady. That only turned her on even more, and she couldn’t pull off his clothes fast enough when they suddenly came to a stop, and he dropped down.

Kaz sat on the black leather couch in her studio-library, his hands working the buttons on his dress shirt as she helped to rid him of the belt and slacks. When he pulled his erection free from his boxer-briefs, Violet was already kneeling down.

He pulled her up just as fast.

“Later,” he promised as he dragged her onto his lap, widening her thighs and yanking her down onto his cock. Violet sighed happily, sensation driving into her body over and over as she grinded her slippery sex over the length of Kaz’s erection. “I want to fuck now, yes?”

Violet’s fingernails danced over the tattoos on Kaz’s chest as she lifted her hips and he lined the head of his cock up for the next time she lowered. He pushed the straps of her tank top down, forcing the material to bunch at her middle so that her breasts were free to his attention.

And God, it was
good.

Lowering down on him, she felt his cock stretch her out while his hands grabbed tight to her ass. His mouth found her right breast, his teeth biting hard enough to make it sting.

It was goddamn good.

She’d almost forgotten how much he actually owned her like this.

How nothing else ever felt quite this way.

This sinful.

This
real
.

Kaz’s bite released at the same time a breath of air pulsed against her chest.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

Another shift of her hips and his control snapped.

His fingers dug in, likely leaving his marks behind.

His own hips lifted off the couch, driving his cock into her fully and dragging over each and every nerve he could reach until she was whining low and her lungs burned.

She’d hoped he would never treat her as if she was made of glass—that he’d always take what he wanted when she gave it to him because that was how they loved best.

Him and her?

They loved the best when they were hard, rough, and
raw
.

“Get it,” she heard him say. “Ride me and get it, Violet.”

But between his darker demands, his affection—all that love she knew he felt for her—was spilling out, too.

Love you, love you, love you
.

Over and over again.

She’d already been chasing that high with him before he’d said the words.

Kaz was still her addiction.

She intended to feed it.

Especially now.