Chapter 3 – Surrender.

Previously:

"please…" I whimpered against his lips, sucking in precious air as fast as I could.

"Please what?" his rough whisper made me tremble.

"please… touch me."

His chest rumbled as he growled.

"Gladly."

Now:

His hand glided from my hip, coming up to grasp my hair, tilting my head to the side as his lips caressed my cheek before latching onto my ear lobe, making me gasp.

"Viggo…" I pleaded.

His lips continued their eager journey down my neck, nipping before he latched on to my sweet spot, just above my shoulder. My hips canted forward against him, but his grip was too strong.

"Oh god, please… please…"

I was on fire and he was the only one that could temper me.

"You're beautiful Violet, flushed and wanting."

I whimpered, my fingers digging to his neck, pulling him closer.

"I can feel your heart pounding, your hard nipples."

"Viggo…" I panted.

"I bet if I put my hand down your panties, you'd be soaking wet…"

"Oh…"

"Wouldn't you?" He growled in my ear.

I threw my head back, ignoring the slight pain at it thumped against the wall.

"Yes… yes…"

He suddenly lowered me to the floor, my knees almost buckled beneath me. Was he rejecting me?

I panicked for a moment, but when he latched onto my hand, dragging my through the living room away from the door I relaxed.

He booted the partially open door revealing a small, plain bedroom.

The heat coursing through me multiplied infinitely and he pushed me hard. I landed on the soft bed bouncing slightly as he advanced on me, the same way a predator stalks it's prey.

The bed dipped as he knelt on the edge, climbing up, hovering over me, fencing me in.

That beautiful face lowered towards mine and I reached up wanting to feel those lips against mine again, but he twisted his lips to my ear. His hot breath washing over me.

"Do you want it Violet?" he whispered surprisingly gentle.

He pulled back, resting on his knees as he watched me.

Panting, I tried to catch my breath, to answer him. To plead with him for me.

Leaning up onto my elbows I stared into those bright green eyes, pupils dilating with his lust.

Pushing up I reached for him, resting my hand over his heart, feeling it thump rapidly against my palm. Taking his hand in my free one, I brough it to my lips, gently kissing those red raw knuckles before placing it over my heart. His eyes glistened at my own rapid heart.

Those shining eyes meet my own.

"There nothing I want more right now, Viggo. I want you."

A tear slid down his stubbled cheek and I kissed it away.

"I love you more than my words can express. I've wanted you for so long."

"When?"

"When I did I fall in love with you?"

He nodded, his dark hair falling to hide his face as he bowed his head. He probably hadn't been with a woman since his wife died. I saw the slightly tremble in his lips, the slump of his shoulder. He was nervous.

"I fall in love with you every day Viggo. The first time I saw you fight, that raw energy pulled me in, and I loved you."

I kissed his cheek.

"When you winked at me from inside the cage, I fell in love with you."

I kissed his chin.

"When you helped me down from the cabin roof, I fell in love with you."

I kissed the tip of his nose.

"When you saved me, I fell in love with you… Every day I fall a little more, I'm in so deep, Viggo. Don't let me drown." I whispered against his lips before claiming them.

I could feel his tears slid down his cheeks as I took them in my hands, his still rested over my heart. He'd been alone all these years, never loved. But I loved him now.

This kiss was tender and gentle compared to the one we'd shared against the front door. This was both of us pouring out the emotions that we couldn't give words. When I drew back, his cheeks were a little flushed, his lips bruised, the remnants of tears still clung to those long, dark lashes.

"I love you, Viggo. In a way I'll never love anyone else."

He pulled me to his chest, cradled me.

"I love you… I love you… I love you, Violet" he whispered over and over into my hair.

We just held each other, I don't know how long for, I was lost in memorizing those strong muscles of his back and shoulders, of feeling his breath in time with mine, feeling those fingers running through my hair, those kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, my lips.

As we held each other we reclined back onto his bed, his weight on top of me, pinning me down as the kisses became longer, deeper and more heated.

"I love you, Violet, so much. I've never felt this way, not even with Miriam. Can I…?"

I nodded vigorously as he reached for the shirt drawing it up over my head. My chest heaved as he stared at my almost bare chest, my lacy bra barely hiding my breasts from him.

He ran his hands up and down my arms, my sides, sliding over my belly before sliding up my ribs resting underneath my breasts and he kissed me hard.

His tongue plunged into my mouth as we fought for dominance. He was too strong as he forced my tongue to submit to his. His fingers caressed the underside of my breast, carefully reaching under my bra before retreating.

It was so frustrating having him so close and not giving me what I wanted. I grabbed his hand and moulded them over my aching breasts, moaning at the contact.

He pulled his mouth back from mine, panting as his thumbs moved unconsciously to catch my hard nipples.

"Viggo, please…" I hissed, my back arching at the contact I so desperately needed but it wasn't enough, it would never be enough.

"Oh, Violet…"

He grasped the curve of my back pulled me to his chest and he plucked the clasp open, baring my breasts to him. I threw my head back as the cool night air washed over my nipples, making them tighten almost painfully. His thumb soothed away the tightness but the contact of my bare nipple against his calloused thumb drove me mad.

"Oh god, Viggo… more, more…"

"More?"

"Oh god, yes, I can't take it anymore."

His tongue came out to wet his lips and he tugged me back gently, making me recline in his hands. Those hand were the only thing holding me up, I felt so vulnerable, so alive for the first time in my life. He bent his head into my chest, those dark brown locks tickling my skin before his hot tongue traced over my nipple.

Every muscle in my body tightened, then relaxed as he lapped at my breast. I whimpered, biting my knuckles to keep from crying out. He pulled back.

"No! Please…"

"Let me hear you." He demanded.

I shook my head.

"It's embarrassing,"

"I know but I need to hear you. I need to know this is what you want. I need that…"

Slowly I moved my hand away, letting it drop limp to my side as he returned to my breast suckling like a newborn babe. I whimpered, writhed and moaned in his arms as he switched from one nipple to the other. My hand shot to his hair gripping in and he sucked my nipple hard. I felt damp between my legs and I tried in vain to rub away the ache.

He seemed to know what I needed as he lowered me to the sheets.

I cried out, reaching for his heat as he moved away.

He clasped my hand, pinning them gently.

"I know, Violet. I know. Shhhh… It'll be okay." His deep voice soothed me but only increased the ache I was experiencing.

What was happening to me? I heard stories from the few women in Matrus who has babies the "natural" way, but none had ever spoken of this… This heat, the ache, the sheer want.

Frustrated tears sprang to my eyes.

His thumb gentle swiped one away.

"Shhhhh… it's okay, I know what you need. Patience."

"It's not a virtue I have."

He laughed softly at that.

"Don't I know it."

He smiled at me so gently. So lovingly. His hands wandered to my trousers, popping the button and drawing the zipper down.

I felt shy and tried to close my legs around him, turning my head away.

He held my chin between thumb and forefinger turning my gaze back to his as his other hand slid down to touch me.

I bit my lip to stifle a scream as his fingers grazed my aching pussy.

"Oh god, Violet. You're soaking wet."

"mmmmhhhh…"

"So wet for me baby…" his breathed as he kissed my navel.

"Viggo…. Viggo…."

He drew my trousers and panties down my legs, exposing me to him.

He shuffled down the bed, wrapping his thick arms around my thighs drawing them apart, exposing my wetness to his hungry eyes.

My thighs trembled as he moved in, his hot breath washing over me.

"Viggo…"

"That's it baby. Think of nothing, only me."

Before I could respond or draw in a breath, his tongue swiped over my pussy, tasting me.

"Oh fuck!"

I trembled harder as his tongue circled over my engorged clit, pleasure shooting all over my body. My back bowed into a seemingly impossible position as he took my clit between his lips and sucked. His thumbs caressed my thighs, squeezing testing the strength of my muscles.

"Oh, god… Yes… Yes…"

I was incoherent as he sucked, licked and tasted me. His green eyes locking with mine as he pulled back, his lips soaked with my juices.

"You taste so sweet, baby girl."

"Viggo, fuck please…"

I was on the verge of something. I needed more.

"More… I need… I need…"

His thick fingers trailed over my lips.

"I know exactly what you need, sweetheart. Just give in, surrender it to me."

His mouth returned to my pussy as one finger parted my lips to slid inside.

Unable to keep my hand away any longer they latched onto his hair, pushing him deeper into my pussy as my hips twisted and turned.

He cupped my ass as I grinded myself on his face. I felt the vibrations of his groan against, sending me even higher. My thighs were aching and trembling so hard, I could feel the tension building in my stomach, a coiled spring ready to explode.

A second finger pushed its way inside as they thrust gently.

Viggo curled his fingers touching something that made me scream.

"VIGGO! Again… there again."

Those fingers rubbed that spot over and over as I approached the cliff edge. I was so close.

He sucked my clit hard and he rubbed inside me and I exploded, screaming his name.

Even when I collapsed spent, he kissed the inside of my thighs, removing his fingers.

"Viggo…"

He nuzzled his face into my stomach as a quivered and twitched from the force of my orgasm.

"Viggo…"

He looked at me, his eyes almost black with desire. My flushed and dishevelled appearance made his hips cant forward and I could feel the brush of his erection against my leg.

Feeling a little naughty I used a strength I didn't know I had to flip us over. I sat upon his stomach as his eyes widened almost comically.

"I think it's my turn."