Chapter 10: The Non Stop Romance

Violet's POV

Clyde's hands roamed over my skin, leaving behind streaks of heat from his touch. Gentle yet firm, they were touches full of reverence, sending my heart into somersaults. He cradled my face as his thumb traced slow, dead-set circles on my cheek while he kissed me deeply.

I melted into him, my body responding to his every touch, every kiss. The barriers we had erected between us over the past weeks crumbled, leaving nothing but raw emotion and desire. His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a path of heat that made me shiver despite the warmth of the water cascading over us.

Clyde's hands slid down my shoulders, brushing over my arms, his fingertips lingering at my waist. His touch was electrifying, sending ripples of pleasure through me. He drew me closer, his body pressed against mine, his heart pounding in rhythm with my own.

"Violet," he whispered, his voice a mix of need and tenderness, "you drive me crazy."

His name was breathed as my hands found their way to his chest to feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms. I couldn't speak, could barely think, consumed by the way he made me feel: cherished, desired, needed.

His lips found their way to mine, urgent, demanding, but softness betrayed his touches-speaking volumes. His hands went up, his palms gently cupping my face while deepening the kiss, and I felt myself falling deeper into the moment, into him.

Clyde's lips trailed lower, his warm breath dancing across my collarbone and sending a shiver through my body. I gasped softly, my fingers threading through his damp hair as I held him close, unwilling to let go of the intensity of the moment.

His touch became more insistent, more cognizant, as his hands explored curves, the lines of my body with a reverence that made me feel like the only woman in the world. His fingers danced along my waist, tracing patterns that left my skin tingling with anticipation. I leaned into him, lost in the sensation, the connection we were forging stronger with each passing second.

"Tell me to stop if it's too much," Clyde muttered against my skin, his voice thick with restraint.

I shook my head, my breath catching as I met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes reflected back in my own. "Don't stop," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding water.

With a groan, Clyde pressed his forehead to mine, the breath hot against my lips. "You're incredible," he said, raw with emotion. "I don't want to rush this, but I can't hold back anymore."

Neither could I. The world outside, the lies, the pretence, it all fell away before what we were sharing. It was real, us, and that was all that mattered.

He took my lips again, his kisses deepening, becoming more passionate as he held me close. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength in his muscles as he pulled me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

Time stood still as we lost ourselves in each other, the tension mounting with every kiss, every touch. The water enveloped us, a cocoon of warmth that only seemed to heighten the flames licking at us. Every moment was seared into my brain, every touch, every whispered word a testament to the undeniable connection we shared.

The air between us crackled with an intensity I had never felt before. Clyde's touch was all-consuming, yet I needed more. I reached for the hem of his shirt, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled it over his head, exposing the lean, muscular planes of his chest. I gasped at the perfection of him—strong, powerful, and utterly captivating.

Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his bare skin, trailing soft, feather-light kisses down his chest. I felt the rise and fall of his breathing, the tensing and relaxing of his body beneath my touch. His skin was warm, and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with water to an intoxicatingly heady aroma.

"Violet," Clyde groaned, his voice strained as if he was holding back. But I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted him to let go, to give in to the pull that neither of us could deny.

I kissed my way up to his neck, my hands gliding over his shoulders, feeling the strength in every inch of him. I couldn't get enough of him-my lips moved of their own accord, tasting and exploring, worshipping.

Clyde's hands found my waist, holding me close as if he couldn't bear to let me go. His breath was hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I tilted my head back, my eyes meeting his, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.

You're driving me crazy," he growled low in his throat. His hands moved up my back, pulling me closer, our bodies molding together.

I smiled, a teasing glint in my eyes as I whispered, "Good.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me; our lips met in a deeper, more urgent kiss than before. His hands roamed over my body, sending trails of fire in their wake. Every touch, every caress, was a promise, a declaration of what we wanted but had been too afraid to say.

I'd be getting so consumed by the way he tasted. The more I kissed him, the more I needed him, and in his arms, I became completely undone-feeling his hands against my skin and alive and desired, utterly untethered. My fingers outlined every contour of his chest, committing each hollow and plane to memory while my mouth moved lower to savor his skin.

Clyde groaned, his hands tightening on my waist as if he couldn’t get enough of me. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

Clyde's eyes never once left mine as he scooped me into his arms, effortlessly lifting me from the bathroom floor. The cool air kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through me, but the warmth of his body quickly chased it away. He carried me across the room in slow, purposeful strides, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his hands brushing over my body as he positioned me comfortably beneath him. My heart raced, each beat echoing the anticipation coursing through me. His lips found mine again, a soft, lingering kiss that left me breathless.

His hands trailed down my body, tracing patterns that sent sparks flying along my skin. He lifted one of my legs slowly and wrapped it around his waist. The intimate gesture pulled us closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Clyde moved with purpose, his every motion deliberate and electrifying.

The power with which he held me, his controlled movements, all filled with some raw passion-these were all sending tremors along my body. He leaned down, and his mouth traced a place just below the outer edge of my ear, his breath whispering out my name as if it was some sort of prayer. That noise itself shot a shiver down my spine, starting an inferno in me that flared with every second.

Our breathing mingled, soft sighs around the room-a mutual desire uttered from deep within. Clyde quickened the pace, and with each thrust, the rhythm we created pulled us further in. I clung to him, My nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure rolled over me