Hidden Truths (Violet Chain Book 2) by J Kahele Page A

his throat as I gripped him in my hand, and moved it up and down his length. He rolled his eyes and his hips began to flex as I slid my tongue around the tip.
    “Violet,” he moaned. I tilted my eyes up to meet his lustful gaze. I cupped my mouth around his erection and sucked—hard. His hips began to buck and he was moaning loudly; his moaning aroused me and my desire to please him deepened. There was nothing more that I wanted to do at that moment than to make Chain come undone. I pushed him deeper inside of my mouth, until I felt him hit the back of my throat. He grasped the sides of my head with his hands and began to thrust faster and harder into my mouth.
    “Oh God,” he screamed, panting and thrusting. I could feel his veins throbbing, pulsating and I knew he was right there. Gripping his base tightly, I bared my teeth, scraping the flesh of his engorged erection and that was his undoing. His body shook as he cried out and stilled; the warm, salty liquid of his release burned as it trickled down my throat. I clamped my mouth around him, sucking and licking up every last drop.
    He reached down and lifted me up and I kissed his jaw, his chin, and then placed small kisses down his neck. I slanted my mouth to capture his and his hand curled around my body, pulling me against him. He lifted his head for one moment to glance into my eyes. I drew a breath and held it before he planted his lips onto mine again.
    Desire.
    Need.
    Want.
    Complete love.
    A cool breeze swept across me as the warmth of his body left mine and he reached to the hem of my dress, pulling it up and lifting it over my head. “No bra?” He grinned as he threw my dress over the rail and onto the concrete ground.
    “The dress has a built-in slip, I don’t need one,” I answered. He shook his head as he slid down my body, slipping his hands into the sides of my panties and pulling them off, before taking his own shirt and throwing it to the side. He brushed the sides of my hair with his hands.
    “Violet, are you sure you want to do this?”
    “Yes, I’m sure.” I was still a little frightened, but I needed to do this. I needed to start living my life again. I would no longer let Phillip take away the intimacy I had with Chain, the deep love we shared.
    His lips caressed my cheeks before he rained kisses down my neck, his hands massaging my breasts. I felt the wet tip of his tongue as he twirled it around my nipple. Moisture beaded between my legs, the place where I was aching for him so badly. His hand slid down my stomach and he rubbed the inside of my thigh, cupping me in his hand before slipping a finger deep inside of me.
    “Oh,” I moaned, as he slipped another one in. His lips closed around my nipple and I arched my back, leaning to his mouth. “Chain,” I groaned. He began to circle his fingers inside as his palm massaged me gently.
    “I missed touching you,” he whispered in my ear as his palm began to rock, his fingers sliding in and out faster. But a quick orgasm was not what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel him inside of me.
    “You, Chain, please, I need you,” I pleaded.
    He removed his fingers, his body shifting slightly as he grasped my hips and lifted me, placing me on the rail. I grasped his shoulders as his hands slid between my thighs, and he spread them wide.
    “I love you, Violet,” he mumbled as he kissed each corner of my lips, pressing his hardness against my entrance.
    I felt pressure as he entered inside of me and I gasped. He pulled out instantly, lifting his head. “Are you okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “It’s just been a while, that’s all, I’ll be fine,” I whimpered.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No.” I pressed my lips against his. “Please, don’t stop.”
    I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. He eased inside of me again. He took his time, stretching me slowly and soon my body adjusted to the intrusion and I found myself moving