The Gender End by Bella Forrest (the giving tree read aloud TXT) 📕

button on his dress uniform, but my fruitless efforts seemed to excite him, and he quickly replaced my fingers with his own, undoing the stiff buttons with practiced ease. He slipped it off, while my fingers worked on the new set of buttons of his shirt.

Our mouths grew eager as we grew impatient, and then, finally, I heard buttons popping, and suddenly his skin was under my hands. I flexed my fingers over his raised pectoral muscles, digging into the solid length of him. I felt his hands on my back, and then my bra fell open, and he was sliding it around and off my body.

I raised my hands to cover myself, suddenly self-conscious, and Viggo stared at me, his green eyes glittering in the moonlight.

“Violet, you’re beautiful,” he assured me, his hands going to my arms and gently pushing them down. I let him—I trusted him—and I was rewarded with a growl that sent shivers down my spine, refreshing the fire that seemed to be coursing through my veins.

His pants went next, and then he was pulling us both over to the bed—a double, probably a luxury in this setting—setting us down and lying back on the mattress, guiding me until I was straddling him. His hand went to my hip as he gently guided me down, until we were pressed together, only the fabric of our underwear separating us.

I looked down at his face to see the hungriest look I’d ever seen on him. “I wanted to go slow—” he grated, and I saw him fighting for control, his desire for me warring with his desire to never cause me pain.

I met his gaze and smiled, loving him more in that instant than I’d ever believed possible. I leaned down, resting myself against his chest, and pressed my lips to his.

“Don’t,” I breathed into his ear a moment later.

His response was immediate. The next thing I knew I was lying on my back, Viggo’s body over mine, our underwear gone. He hesitated, just for a moment, and as I was about to cry out for him to do something, please, he was suddenly there.

The discomfort I felt was quickly lost in the overwhelming sensation of him. I grabbed his shoulders and held on as he made love to me, waves of slow and steady pleasure pulsing through me.

Something began happening, something… incredible. I closed my eyes and clung tighter, trying to urge him to do… something… more… less… I didn’t know. Viggo did, however, and continued to take us both higher and higher…

Until everything broke and I was shattering into a thousand pieces of prismatic light, my vision going white as I rode an unbelievable, earth-shattering wave of bliss. Viggo exhaled my name from above me, and I clung to him as I came apart around him, holding him tight as we broke apart on each other, comforted that as we broke, we were also growing back together, only this time inexplicably closer.

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It seemed as though we stayed there, wrapped around each other, for a long time—long enough that Violet’s breathing eased, and the incredible, intense look in her gray eyes softened into pleased exhaustion and she closed them, breaking our shared gaze for the first time. I eased off of Violet, wearied and spent, and so incredibly happy. She murmured something incoherent as I drew away, making a sound of protest, and I smiled as I tugged her closer to me, tucking her in under my arm.

She immediately nestled her head into my shoulder with a soft sigh, her breath coming slow and even as she drifted off to sleep in my arms. I watched her sleep, my hand rubbing soft circles on her shoulder.

I was every bit as tired as she was, but I wasn’t ready to give myself over to unconsciousness yet. My heart was still pounding, and, even now, looking down at her as she settled into sleep, a hungry voice was urging me to wake her up gently so that we could begin again. I felt insatiable, still on fire from her hands and soft cries. My name breaking on her lips as she lay beneath me. The trust she placed in me when she gave herself to me completely, trusting me to take care of her.

I pushed the hunger aside, and it went easily enough, the remaining desire I felt submitting to overwhelming exhaustion. I stretched and settled deeper into the bed. Violet made a little huffing sound, and her leg drifted up over my hips, her arms reaching farther across me, snuggling in tighter, almost possessively. I smiled and continued to watch her breathe, matching my breathing to hers. I’d just watch her for a few more minutes, to make sure she was well and truly asleep, and…

A sharp rap on the door jolted me from my sleep, and I checked to make sure Violet was covered. But the sound had awakened her, and she was sitting up, a sheet between her hands, hiding her bare form. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that she needn’t, that I would make whatever it was go away, when Amber’s voice came through the door, muffled by the wood.

“I’m sorry to disturb you guys… but there’s a situation with Maxen. We need you down in the conference room.”

I groaned and flopped back in bed, running a hand over my face and letting out a sigh of irritation. It felt like I’d only been asleep for moments, but the light outside the tiny window was subtly different, and I realized we must have slept at least a few hours.

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” I announced, looking over at Violet. Amber’s footsteps moved away from the door, and I sighed. “I wonder what the hell Maxen has gotten into now.”

“Knowing him?” scoffed Violet, standing up gracefully enough to keep the sheet wrapped around her—though I would have appreciated the view if she hadn’t bothered. My imagination immediately