Violet When I woke up in the morning, I was washed by an overwhelming sense of guilt. The sunlight spilling across the sheets and the warmth of the room did nothing to soothe me. What have I done? Gaius was my brother-in-law and I'd slept with him. Last night, I had not been thinking when I ran out of the house and into Gaius's arms. All I wanted was to proof to myself that I was still desirable. And Gaius had proved that I was. The soreness between my legs were a sweet reminder of everything we did last night. Still, the guilt didn't go away. I rushed out of bed naked and hurriedly found my robe. I looked around for my panties and when I didn't find it, I banished the search and left the room. Downstairs, the scent of coffee was inviting. Gaius was in the kitchen, terribly good looking with his hair tousled and chest, bare. He was flipping something in a pan like this was normal. Like we did this all the time. He looked over his shoulder and smiled softly. "Hey, you're
VioletI moved beneath his relentless mouth, hot and slow while he stripped every piece of composure from me. My fingers snatched at the sheets beside me. Frantic, I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to quiet myself, but another gasp broke free when he dragged his tongue over my clit. "P–please," I whispered, but I had no idea what I needed more. More or mercy? He growled against me and the sensation of his voice vibrate against me made my heel dig into his back, my own back arching off the bed. He added a finger, then two, drawing a long moan from me. "Don’t stop," I said, my voice trembling. "Oh my god, don’t stop."Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every exhale sent me higher, driving me farther from thinking, from speaking. He spun my clit with his fingers and sank his tongue deep in me. I came for the second time, drowning in the wave of the sensation. "Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Yessssssss."Giaus came up, his dark, hungry eyes locking with mine. He shed his shirt and
GaiusI held her tight, wishing she'd hold on to me forever, allow my warmth to seep into her broken soul and never let go. She shook in my arms as she cried, soaking my Tee with moisture. I slid my palm down her back, offering comfort.Violet pulled back just enough to look at me, her lips parted, her eyes wet and red and glistening with everything Dominic had just destroyed. She reached up, her hands holding my face as she searched my eyes. "I don't want to talk about him. I just want...." She faltered. I waited for her to speak, my heart thudding in my chest."I want to feel. Make me feel seen." Her voice was as soft as breath. How could I deny the both of us what we wanted? "Please Giaus."My control snapped. She wasn't mine, but for tonight, she was choosing me. She might be using me to rebound from Dominic's rejection, but God, I don't mind. I would give her everything. I grab her, cupped her face and brought my lips down on hers like I was drowning and she was the only anchor
Gaius It was one week after my parent's anniversary party and I was in my studio, working on a project I plan to add to a collection, the last of it before auctioning starts, when Dominic dropped by. His visit was a surprise because even though we were tight as thieves, Arla's loss had driven Dominic into solitude. I couldn't remember the last time we had a guy banter or drank together. It was like I'd lost my brother since then."Hey brother," I called as he walked in. Dominic had never been one to appreciate artwork, but he looked at some of my paintings, nodding in acknowledgement. It was a good thing I'd stored away paintings of Violet. "You've become better. Cheers man."I bumped my knuckles with his. "Thanks. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"I watched him shrug. "Just wanted to talk."That got my attention. I turned from the easel, setting my brush down. "Yeah. I’ve been thinking about something. Something important and it's been bugging me." I narrowed
GaiusTowards the end of the party, after doing my bit of socializing, I retired to the terrace and soon, Violet joined me. I'd been watching her all night, the way she possessed this rare beauty in the room. We chatted briefly and then retired to watching the stars in silence. After a while, Violet sat up suddenly and rushed past me, abandoning her glass of champagne. She rushed past the columns, headed for one of the bathrooms, her hand over her mouth. Without hesitation, I followed. By the time I reached the nearest powder room, she was bent over the sink, retching. I moved closer and held her hair away from her face while keeping a steadying hand on her back as she leaned over the porcelain sink. "I’m fine," she croaked after a minute, eyes watery. "It's something I ate, I guess." I said nothing while wetting an handkerchief and placing it on her forehead. Soon, her breathing slowed."Do you want me to get Dominic?" Her hands shot out to stop me. “No, he’s busy. Yo
Violet It was the night of Patrick and Valera's thirty-fifth wedding anniversary and the preparations had been going on all month. This evening, their property looked fitting for a party with it's elegant decorations fit for a ballroom. Under the constellation of the fairy lights, the entire space was birthed in a soft, romantic glow. Tables were draped with ivory linens and gold rimmed flutes with sparkling champagne were passed around. I arrived on Dominic's arm. Earlier in the past week, on one of my numerous shopping with Valera, I'd gotten a form fitting plum long dress that hugged my figure with thin crisscross straps weaving a pattern across the plunging backline. I accesorized with an obsidian drop earrings, necklace and bracelets. My make up was light and perfect and I had my hair pinned up, with a few tendrils spiraling down in soft curls. I felt truly beautiful, even if all the reaction I got from Dominic was a curt nod. Valera looked absolutely stunning and Patric