the need to be the one to take control of the situation rose up in him, he let her lead. She needed this, or at least he thought she did, and he’d do anything for her. Fuck, he’d do anything for Violet. But he noticed her hands shook, and Cain covered her hands with one of his and released the button of his jeans. His erection pressed demandingly against the denim, and all he could think about was that she was here, with him, and smelling and tasting so fucking good.
Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Cain gripped her hips, turned her around, and led her back toward the kitchen table. Never removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down, and groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against her soft, warm flesh. She was so fucking curvy and thick, shaped like a woman, and he loved it, loved every inch of her. Violet wasn’t a shrinking Violet, pun intended, and when she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him.
“Baby, I want to make sure this is really what you want, and that this arousal pulsating between us, consuming us, isn’t what is fueling you.” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks with his hands. God, her flesh was so pale, almost luminescent against his tanned, scarred, and calloused flesh. She was perfect in every way, so delicate and vulnerable, but innocent and trusting.
“Believe me when I say this isn’t a need because of the arousal, Cain.” She licked her lips, her hand still on his cock, and then said in a softer voice, “This is what I want, what I need. I’m ready.”
Her bra still covered the mounds of her breasts, and she wanted the offending material off. Cain pulled back only long enough to take off his cut and set it aside, and grab his t-shirt behind his head, pulling it up and off. He wanted to feel her skin against his, feel her softness to his hardness. He wanted to claim her like there wasn’t anyone else in the world for either of them.
****
Violet pushed Cain’s shirt up almost frantically, and once again their kiss broke apart for a split second. The air whooshed out of her when she glanced down at his exposed chest. God, he was so hard, so defined and muscular. He had tattoos that lined both of his arms from wrist to shoulder, and the Brothers of Menace patch he had inked on the side of his abdomen told her this man was in his club for life. She knew that patch well, had lived around it nearly her entire life, and had been taken care of by men who wore it like a badge of honor. She saw Fallina’s name inked on his inner bicep, strong, Old English style letters that told her this man wanted his daughter’s name on his body forever because he cared about her so much. He was a good father, a good man, despite the horrific, illegal things he did, or the fact he didn’t think he was good enough for her.
Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it nearly took her breath away. Not even when she had slept with the other men did she feel this kind of arousal, but then again she’d been trying to move on with her life, and put the man she truly loved behind her. It hadn’t worked, not in the least. When their gazes locked, she thought she saw a moment of hesitation reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared a dark mask replaced it.
She let her gaze travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her belly, felt thicken in her hand. Of course she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she saw, but when she was greeted with a cock that was just as powerfully built as the rest of him, thick and long, hard and big, and pierced right through the tip, her mouth went dry. He stood before her like a god, or maybe the very devil himself. He certainly had done things that others considered evil.
Violet stared down at the thick ring that was pierced through the head of his shaft, and all coherent thought left her. The overhead light caused the silver metal to glint,
Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Cain gripped her hips, turned her around, and led her back toward the kitchen table. Never removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down, and groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against her soft, warm flesh. She was so fucking curvy and thick, shaped like a woman, and he loved it, loved every inch of her. Violet wasn’t a shrinking Violet, pun intended, and when she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him.
“Baby, I want to make sure this is really what you want, and that this arousal pulsating between us, consuming us, isn’t what is fueling you.” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks with his hands. God, her flesh was so pale, almost luminescent against his tanned, scarred, and calloused flesh. She was perfect in every way, so delicate and vulnerable, but innocent and trusting.
“Believe me when I say this isn’t a need because of the arousal, Cain.” She licked her lips, her hand still on his cock, and then said in a softer voice, “This is what I want, what I need. I’m ready.”
Her bra still covered the mounds of her breasts, and she wanted the offending material off. Cain pulled back only long enough to take off his cut and set it aside, and grab his t-shirt behind his head, pulling it up and off. He wanted to feel her skin against his, feel her softness to his hardness. He wanted to claim her like there wasn’t anyone else in the world for either of them.
****
Violet pushed Cain’s shirt up almost frantically, and once again their kiss broke apart for a split second. The air whooshed out of her when she glanced down at his exposed chest. God, he was so hard, so defined and muscular. He had tattoos that lined both of his arms from wrist to shoulder, and the Brothers of Menace patch he had inked on the side of his abdomen told her this man was in his club for life. She knew that patch well, had lived around it nearly her entire life, and had been taken care of by men who wore it like a badge of honor. She saw Fallina’s name inked on his inner bicep, strong, Old English style letters that told her this man wanted his daughter’s name on his body forever because he cared about her so much. He was a good father, a good man, despite the horrific, illegal things he did, or the fact he didn’t think he was good enough for her.
Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it nearly took her breath away. Not even when she had slept with the other men did she feel this kind of arousal, but then again she’d been trying to move on with her life, and put the man she truly loved behind her. It hadn’t worked, not in the least. When their gazes locked, she thought she saw a moment of hesitation reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared a dark mask replaced it.
She let her gaze travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her belly, felt thicken in her hand. Of course she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she saw, but when she was greeted with a cock that was just as powerfully built as the rest of him, thick and long, hard and big, and pierced right through the tip, her mouth went dry. He stood before her like a god, or maybe the very devil himself. He certainly had done things that others considered evil.
Violet stared down at the thick ring that was pierced through the head of his shaft, and all coherent thought left her. The overhead light caused the silver metal to glint,
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