Chapter Seven
Damon
I MUST BE dreaming. Or I’ve died and gone to my own personal heaven.
Violet is in front of me, legs spread and inviting me to touch her in ways I’ve only imagined.
I drag my knuckles through her slit and have to hold back a moan.
God, I wish I could praise her for how wet and ready she is for me, but I think she’d recognize my voice and I don’t want to break the illusion quite yet.
She seems even more into the masked man thing than I thought she’d be, and I want to give her what she wants.
I swipe my fingers through her folds a few more times, gathering wetness before I thrust them inside her. A growl rumbles in my chest. She’s tight, and warm, and perfect.
“Oh my god,” she gasps and grabs the counter when I start moving them, curling them just right for her. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I kiss her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
A primal part of me wants to suck, to bite, to leave my mark on her.
But I don’t. She’s not some possession to claim.
Instead, I leave soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone.
She moans as my fingers pick up pace a little, starting to clench around me.
“I need . . . I need more, please.”
Anything for you, darling.
I drop to my knees and toss her leg over my shoulder, lining my mouth up with her clit. My tongue sticks out to give it a teasing stroke, and she bucks in response.
“Please, please put your mouth on me.”
I could never say no to her, especially not when she’s begging for me like this.
I latch my mouth around her clit and suck as my fingers continue thrusting in and out of her tight cunt.
She’s moaning and swirling her hips, her body seeking friction.
She fists my hair as her orgasm begins to crest, holding me against her.
As if I would pull away now. As if I could, even if I wanted to.
I’ve dreamed of having Violet like this since the day I met her, and there’s no way my body could stop. Not unless she told me to.
All of a sudden her whole body clenches, and then it shudders with relief, her orgasm rolling through her in waves, making her thighs tremble and core clench. She pulses around my fingers as she rides out her pleasure, still gripping my hair like it’s the only thing keeping her from floating away.
I flatten my tongue so she can grind against it until her orgasm subsides, and when it does, I press little kisses to the inside of her thighs.
I pull my fingers out of her as I gently remove her leg from my shoulder and stand in front of her.
Then I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, unable to stop myself from moaning.
My mask is next to her on the counter, and I grab it and put it on.
“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, Violet,” I tell her, the modulator masking my voice.
“Th-thanks,” she says breathlessly, making me chuckle a little.
I reach into my back pocket and grab my remote to turn the lights back on. I’m greeted by flushed cheeks and lust-hazed eyes, and there’s never been a more perfect image.
“Do you want more?” I ask as I start to take off my T-shirt.