Warning, some mature content.
Part 4
"Violette," Tristan panted. "Violette…"
She was lying under him as he thrust into her again and again. It didn't hurt; she had learned how to relax her muscles. Closing her eyes, she laid her head back and let out a moan. She did enjoy some of the things he did and he never took her without preparing her body first. Usually he did that by stimulating the sensitive spot between her legs with his fingers.
At first she had been too nervous and embarrassed to really enjoy it, but now she usually did. Sometimes she was even looking forward to it and she was more than aware how grateful she should be. Most men didn't care if the woman enjoyed it or not. Tristan did, he had even asked how and where Violette would like to be touched. She hadn't really been able to give him an answer. His touch didn't feel bad, but she couldn't really imagine yarning for it. Yet she was grateful, things could have been much worse. She could tell that he was almost done and opened her eyes.
"Violette," he panted. "I want your legs around me."
She complied the best way she could, although it caused her slight discomfort. Fortunately he finished soon and gave her a brief kiss before resting his head on her bosom. She stroked his hair as they both tried to catch their breath.
"Oh, Violette…" he sighed. He sounded more than satisfied. "That was quite something."
He kissed her breasts before rolling on his back beside her.
"Was that pleasurable for you?"
"Yes, my lord, it was," she replied.
He rolled on his side and ran his fingers over her cheek.
"I would like to hear it," he stated.
She was confused as she looked at him.
"My lord?"
"Your pleasure," he clarified. "There is no need to be shy; I do not want you to hold back."
She smiled and nodded, trying quickly to figure out what he meant. If she understood correctly, he wanted her to make more sounds. The thought made her uncomfortable, she wasn't a courtesan. Wasn't she really? What was she then? An honorable woman? Hardly. Instinctively she grabbed a blanket; she felt the need to cover herself.
"Violette? What is wrong?"
She forced a smile on her face and looked at him.
"Forgive me, my lord, I am cold."
"Oh dear," he hummed and wrapped his arms around her. "We can't have that now, can we?"
For some incomprehensible reason, his gesture almost made her to burst into tears. He did care about her, she wasn't a courtesan… What was wrong with her?
"There, all better," he said and kissed her forehead before pulling away. "Oh, I almost forgot, I have something for you."
He stood up and looked for something. It was small box.
"Something beautiful for someone beautiful," he said and handed the box to her.
"Thank you, my lord," she murmured. It wasn't difficult to guess what the box entailed. Jewelry. Gifts for a courtesan. Tears were burning behind her eyes when he started to get dressed. Honestly, what was wrong with her?
"I am afraid I must go now," he said and bent down to kiss her. "Sweet dreams, my beautiful Violette, I shall see you tomorrow."
"Yes, good night, my lord."
She curled up into a fetal position after he had left and hugged herself. For some reason she was very emotional. She was afraid. What kind of future could she possibly hope to have? What would happen to her after Tristan would get bored with her? Would she be married off to some cruel drunkard? How would she be able to endure that? At least Tristan wasn't violent. She felt the need to cry. Something was definitely wrong with her. She needed to pull herself together right now.
Determinedly she got up and washed herself before wearing a simple blue gown. She would go to the chapel, lit up a candle for Rodmilla and ask for her guidance. The thought helped her to immediately feel calmer. She took a deep breath before marching to the door. The long hallways were quiet in this hour; they were lit by torches hanging from the walls.
Silently she headed to the chapel when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind. A hand covered her mouth before she was able to make a sound. Panic hit immediately, she fought as hard as she could, but her attacker was stronger. The next thing she felt was the sharp pain in her neck. She was going to die…
"Get your hands off her!" a male voice growled.
Her attacker was suddenly gone; someone yanked him away from her. Unfortunately her legs couldn't hold her, she fell on her knees. Everything was spinning, she felt so dizzy that she had to lie down.
"Get lost, Nik," another male voice snorted. "Find your own supper…"
"Leave, Kol. Now."
"Fine. Right after I have finished her off. I am feeling generous, so I shall share her with you. You will love her, she is absolutely delicious…"
"You will not touch her!"
"Come on, we both know the first rule. Besides, what do you care? Do you know her?"
"We have met, but that is not the point. I will not let you harm her."
"Oh, how sweet. Is someone playing the knight in shining armor? It really doesn't suit you…"
Violette was struggling to keep her eyes open, but she was too weak.
"Help me…" she murmured weakly.
"Hey, it's alright."
Someone was touching her face; all she saw was a blurry figure.
"My lady? Violette? Stay with me."
She couldn't, her eyelids weighted a ton and she couldn't help closing her eyes. After that there was nothing but darkness.
