Veiled Hearts

Eight

Violet sat on the edge of her bed, nerves buzzing like live wires beneath her skin. Her apartment was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, and a few vanilla scented candles, casting warm shadows over the room. She hadn't expected this moment with Jason to happen tonight-or maybe, deep down, she had. The tension between them had been building for years, ever since that college fallout, and now, here they were, standing on the edge of something electric.

She and Jason shared a memorable day, hanging out by the pier, walking talking, laughing. It was freeing to have her walls down, for a genuine man who genuinely cared.

Jason stood across the room, his eyes dark. His shirt slightly undone. There was always something about him that made Violet feel like she was in uncharted territory. His confidence, the way he carried himself, the way his eyes lingered just a moment too long—it both unnerved and thrilled her.

She glanced up at him, her breath hitching as he took a step closer. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. There was something different about the way he touched her now-so much history, yet something new and unfamiliar.

"You sure about this, Vi?" His voice was low, rough, the unspoken tension simmering beneath his words.
Violet swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest to her head. She didn't answer right away, but instead let the gravity between them pull her in. She leaned forward, her hands reaching out to tug at his shirt, pulling him closer. Her breath was shallow, her body yearning in anticipation.

Jason's lips crashed down on hers, the kiss was rough, but with years of repressed feelings. It wasn't gentle, but she didn't want gentle-not tonight. She wanted to feel the depth of what they'd both been holding back. His hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her against him, and she could feel the heat between their bodies, the barely controlled hunger in the way he kissed her.

He broke away for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, breath heavy. "You've been driving me crazy for years." His hands slid up her black body-con dress, rough fingers grazing her bare skin, cold fingers thumbing her breasts, sending shivers down her spine.

Violet's pulse raced as she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I didn't know... I didn't think.."

"Yeah, you didn't think," Jason murmured against her lips before capturing them again in another heated kiss, this one even more demanding. "But I've always been here, Vi. Always."

In a swift movement, he pushed her down to the mattress. She gasped, Jason hovered above her, his eyes dark with intent. His lips trailed down her neck, rough and needy, making her toes curl as his hands slid up her thighs, teasing, tantalizing. Every touch, every graze of his fingertips set her skin on fire. She hadn't known it could feel like this, like every nerve in her body was alive, vibrating with want.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Jason whispered, his voice thick with emotion and desire as he pulled her dress up, exposing her. He kissed her inner thighs, his stubble rough against her freshly waxed skin, sending jolts of electricity through her. Violet's breath hitched, her head falling back as she moaned softly, unable to contain the need that was building inside her.

Jason's mouth worked its way lower, his tongue teasing, tasting her in ways she hadn't expected. He was good-too good, and she could feel herself unraveling under his touch, her body reacting to every flick of his tongue, every soft growl and moan he made against her. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she grabbed onto the sheets, her knuckles throbbing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Jason, oh God, please, I'm bout to c-" Her voice broke, her chest heaving.
"Mhhhmmmm" He didn't stop; if anything, he became more insistent, his grip on her thighs and lower stomach tightening her into place as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter with every second, until finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer.