Page 27 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)

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After a long night’s rest in an inn located in the border village, Violet gradually returned to herself. Roman hadn’t left her side since carrying her away from the battle, nor had War. Their steady presence soothed her soul in a way she’d not experienced before.

By the time they’d resumed their travels, Violet was a new woman. A traumatized new woman, but new all the same. She sat tucked into Roman’s side in their carriage, the same horses alive and well. Saltu was a week’s ride from the border village they’d stayed the night in, and she wanted nothing more than to be in her own bed to heal in peace.

The top of War’s head bounced in and out of view as he trotted alongside the carriage, his irritation from not fitting inside with them evident.

Roman ran his fingers idly through Violet’s hair. He’d not stopped touching her since last night, as if afraid she would disappear. If she so much tried to shift positions, he tightened his hold.

Eventually, Violet managed to free herself enough to stretch and angle herself toward Roman. “Where is Vivian?”

Bits and pieces of Ares and Roman’s conversation from the night before swam in and out of her memory. She remembered talk of her sister, but not the full context. Shock had rendered her ignorant of her surroundings, something she needed to work on since she had an unlucky streak with rebels.

A dangerous tension filled the carriage, the promise of violence heavy in the air. Roman didn’t scare Violet, but judging by the look on his face, whomever held his ire should say their last goodbyes.

Staring out of the carriage window, Roman ground out, “Your sister disappeared.” When he returned his focus to Violet, the intensity took her aback. “I will find her, and when I do, I will drag her back to Saltu if I must.”

He studied her closely, and when her lips turned down, he continued. “I would have killed Vivian long ago to sever our bond, but I knew losing her would hurt you, no matter how much you two despise each other.”

Violet moved to the bench across from him to face him fully. She had a lot of groveling to do. “I thought when you told the guards to protect their queen that you meant Vivian,” she confessed, feeling lower than dirt. “When they started moving toward her my heart sank. I know you would never do that, but I lost faith in you, and I shouldn’t have.” She shrugged helplessly and whispered, “I’m so sorry. You’ve shown me time and again what I mean to you, and you didn’t deserve my doubt.”

Roman closed the distance between them and crouched down on the carriage floor. “Your adrenaline was high, princess, nor are you trained in battle. It’s difficult to keep your wits about you in situations like that.”

“Don’t,” she said forcefully. “Do not make excuses for me. I never should have doubted you, not even for a second, but I did, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

They sat with her confession heavy in the air until Roman lifted and brushed his lips against hers. “Apology accepted.” Pulling back, his mouthed tipped up into a crooked grin. “But if you’re hellbent on atoning, I know a few ways you can make it up to me.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she burst out laughing.

He made to pull away, but she seized the back of his head and brought him close once more. His mouth moved tentatively against hers, like he’d never been kissed before, but soon he took charge, swiping his tongue against the seam of her lips for entry.

His hand trailed down her neck, sending a sensual shiver across her skin. It continued down her chest, grazing her breast, then teased its way down her side until it reached her hip.

“Violet,” he whispered against her lips, breaking away. “Vivian has never been my queen. She never was going to be. It’s always been you.” He leaned back on his haunches and rolled up the sleeves to his long sleeve linen shirt.

Tattoos of intricate vines filled with flowers wound around his forearms and disappeared under his shirt sleeves. She picked up his arm to inspect them closely. “They’re beautiful. Whoever did these is an incredible art—” The words caught in her throat, and she lifted her gaze to his. “Violets?”

The lines she’d believed were his familiar mark peeked out of the top of his shirt. She undid his buttons to reveal more vines. He’d covered himself in violets. “Why?”

“There’s a violet for every day you were gone,” he confessed, “and more for the days I missed you enough to need the pain as a distraction.”

Heat licked at her skin. She needed him like she’d never needed anything, and before she could chicken out, she reached over and closed both curtains. Grabbing Roman’s shoulders, she indicated for him to stand and pushed him backward onto the opposite cushioned seat. Smiling coyly, she straddled his lap the best she could, never dropping his gaze.

Roman gripped her waist, and the hard length of his cock pressed against her center. He trailed a hand up her side and brushed the underside of her breast with his thumb. The thin fabric of her dress did nothing to hinder the sensation, and she shivered. “I don’t want the first time I have you to be in a carriage,” he said.

Violet leaned forward and kissed him again, pouring everything she felt into it. “I can’t wait. I need you.”

* * *

Something in Roman snapped at the pleading in Violet’s voice. He’d wanted their first time to last hours as he savored every inch of her with his tongue, but he’d deny her nothing. If she wanted to fuck him in a bumpy carriage, he’d happily oblige. Thankfully, all royal carriages, including the one he’d given Violet for her trip, were custom built to accommodate his and his father’s large sizes.

“Lift up,” he commanded in a husky tone he didn’t recognize. Blood pumped straight to his cock, which throbbed against the buttons of his pants. Her chest aligned with his face as she rose to her knees, still straddling him on the bench. “Fuck.”

Roman leaned forward and licked her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, groaning when he realized she wore no breast band. With one hand, he worked her dress down her shoulder, then switched sides until the fabric fell away and her dusky brown nipples blessed him with their appearance.

Could a man die from need? Unable to hold back, he ran his tongue over her left peak and bit the tender skin of her breast. She gasped and thrust her chest forward until he took her into his mouth, working his tongue against her pebbled skin.

Tasting her was second nature, and the desperate sounds she made encouraged him. He skimmed his fingers down her spine as he switched to her other side, moaning against her sweet skin. He didn’t think he could remove his mouth from her tits, and the need to fuck her with his fingers as he’d seen done at the pleasure house overwhelmed him. His hand continued its descent over her backside, and underneath, until he reached her center.

Slowly, he ran his fingers over her entrance, circling the sensitive skin. Violet cried out and pushed her hips down. “Please, Roman.”

Gods . If he came in his pants, he’d never forgive himself, but his name on her lips tested his control.

He bit her soft flesh, and she jerked and pressed closer. Roman smiled against her skin and moved between her breasts. Skimming his other hand down her front, relishing in the way her stomach twitched beneath his touch, he found her clit and rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.

Her body quivered, her breathing picked up, and when he pushed a long, thick finger inside her cunt from behind, she cried out. “Sit down and ride my hand.”

Without preamble, she dropped, impaling herself further on his finger, and he covered her mouth with his to swallow another cry. “Quiet, princess. I don’t want anyone else hearing sounds meant only for me.”

She clapped a hand over her mouth and tried to get up. Roman removed his thumb from her clit, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at him. “Stay with me. Don’t worry about them. Keep those pretty lips on mine and no one will know that your needy pussy is riding my hand.”

Her entire body flushed, and he grinned, pulling her face to his. He added another finger, and she gripped his shoulders tighter as she rocked her hips.

“More,” Violet begged breathlessly.

He released her chin and returned to her clit, running his fingers lightly around it as he pumped in and out of her. “Gods, please.” The corner of his mouth tipped in a smirk at the strain in her voice. Pride swelled within him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently as he continued to circle her clit, ghosting over it occasionally.

“I swear to the gods, Roman,” she groaned and rocked her hips harder to force his thumb where she wanted it.

He took mercy on her and touched her where she wanted. She pitched forward and panted into his neck. Turning his head, he hovered his lips above her ear. “I’m going to add another finger.”

She shuddered and nodded. With one finger inside her from behind, he used his other hand to insert another finger from the front. Her dripping cunt allowed it to slide in easily, and once fully seated, he pressed his front palm against her clit.

“Look at me,” he commanded. Violet eased back with hooded, glassy eyes. “Ride.”

Violet moved her hands around the back of his head and yanked his mouth to hers. She rocked herself on his fingers, his palm rubbing against her clit. The kissing stopped, and she panted against his lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Her movements became jerky, and her pussy pulsed around his fingers as he moved them in tandem with her body.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Take what you need.”

She buried her face in his neck and bit down hard enough to make him hiss as her orgasm rolled through her. The pain mixed with her cum coating his fingers was too much, and he groaned as his cock jerked, his own cum coating the inside of his pants.

* * *

Violet’s chest heaved as she gulped down much needed air. Slight aftershocks from her orgasm still moved through her limbs, leaving tingles in their wake. Roman said he’d never been with another woman, but the way his hands had worked her into a sopping mess suggested otherwise.

But she had no reason to doubt him and decided he possessed a gods-blessed talent for sexual favors. Sitting up, she groped at the buttons on his trousers. If she didn’t have him inside her, she’d die.

His hand covered hers. “We can’t.” She snapped her head up, and he cleared his throat. “ I can’t.”

Were his cheeks turning pink? “You don’t want to?” Did he not like his first experience? It’d been years since Violet had done more than kiss a man. Perhaps her skills were rusty.

“I want to more than anything,” he said roughly, “but I can’t for a little while.”

Violet sat back and lowered her arms. “Okay…”

Roman adjusted the crotch of his pants, and the redness in his cheeks darkened. Violet followed his gaze and noticed a large wet spot on his pants. Realization hit her, and she looked up with a wicked grin. “That’s flattering.”

Roman huffed out a laugh and redressed her before moving her to the bench beside him. “It’s embarrassing.”

Violet caressed his arm and planted a quick peck on his cheek. “It’s your first time fooling around. I’d be suspicious if you lasted long.”

Roman leaned his elbows on his knees and glanced over at her. “I’ve been practicing to ensure I last longer than sixty seconds.” He snorted. “A lot of good that did.”

Violet’s blood boiled, and she grabbed a fist full of his hair, forcing him to look at her. His eyes widened.

“Practicing? Who is she?” If he said Marissa, she would kill them both.

The violence coursing through her took her by surprise, and she released him, scooting back, terrified of her own reaction. That wasn’t like her. She didn’t want to kill people. Usually.

He grinned wickedly and reached for her. She pushed his hand away, but it did no good. Roman evaded her attempts to ward him off and wrapped a hand around her knee, yanking her to him. “Jealousy looks good on you, princess.” He tried to kiss her, but she snapped her teeth at him. “I didn’t use a woman.”

“Then who are they ,” she corrected herself through gritted teeth.

His smile widened, and she wanted to scream. “It is what Slayton’s brother calls a fist cunt.” Violet blinked at him. “It’s a toy of sorts that men use to mimic the feel of a pussy.”

Violet’s jaw dropped. “A fist cunt ?” Roman nodded. “What kind of stupid name is that?”

The prince shrugged. “It’s a pretty accurate description.” Blond strands stuck up in every direction as he ran a hand through his hair. “Feels great, but not great enough, apparently, if feeling you fall apart on my fingers made me soak my pants.”

Violet couldn’t get the mental image of Roman fucking a fake pussy out of her mind. “I want to watch you,” she whispered.

“Fuck.” He said the curse so quietly she almost hadn’t heard it. “Keep talking like that and I’ll be ready to go in no time.”

The carriage came to a halt, interrupting their conversation, and someone knocked on the door. “We’re stopping for the night.” The sound made Violet’s heart pound, and she clung to Roman in desperation. The abrupt noise thrust her back into her teenage self, hiding under Roman’s bed.

Roman pulled Violet into his side, running a soothing hand over her hair. “It’s just Griff or Ares,” he murmured. “You’re safe.”

The beat of Violet’s heart slowed, and the embarrassment at her reaction filled her cheeks. “Sorry. I’ve gotten better, but the attack at the border stirred up old habits.”

“Never apologize,” Roman ordered. “Never.”

“We’re stopping for the night,” Ares called through the door.

Roman looked at his pants with dismay, and Violet covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbled, but it only made her laugh harder. “You know this means they’ll know we did something when they see it, don’t you?” He grinned.

The color drained from Violet’s face. Mortified, she looked around the empty carriage for a solution. “Climb backwards out of the carriage and I’ll jump into your arms. My dress will cover your pants, then you can change in our room.”

The mischievous glint reappeared in Roman’s eyes. “No. I think I’ll let them see.”

“ Roman Covington, I swear to the gods ,” she whisper-yelled.

He winked and opened the carriage door. It would sadden her to lose him now that she had him as her own, but it couldn’t be avoided because she was going to kill him.