Chapter 3
Three
MATEO
Violet.
Her bright-blue eyes hold mine as I carry her toward my bedroom, and fuck if her name does not fit her at all.
She’s not a fragile flower.
This girl is fragile like a fucking bomb. She’s fire and attitude, and I don’t remember the last time I was this turned on by a woman and her sassy fucking mouth.
She’s savage.
“What are your hard limits, Violet? I need you to tell me what I can’t do to you right now before we get started.”
“No restraints,” she says as I set her on her feet, and she tosses her bag on a chair. “No drawing blood. Not into knife play or primal play, mostly because I don’t like to run.”
I quirk up an eyebrow. “Do you have a safe word?”
“‘No’ tends to work well for me.”
“See, that’s where I disagree.” Her pretty blue eyes narrow, and I grin at her before I reach around and pull the tie out of her hair so I can unravel the braid.
Her hair is thick and feels like silk as I comb my fingers through it.
“Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, a person can slip out a meek little ‘no.’ But that doesn’t mean they want everything to stop.
I need a word that, when you say it, everything halts immediately. Understand?”
“What kind of crazy shit are you into, Mateo?”
I ghost my lips over hers, then along her jawline and to her ear.
“Give me a word, Savage.”
“Salmon.”
I can’t stop staring at her lips. So full, so fucking bitable.
“Why?” I ask her.
“Because it almost killed me once, and I fucking hate it. Do you have a safe word?”
My first reaction is to laugh, but her eyes are so serious, I don’t think she’s joking about this.
“I’ve never needed one,” I reply.
“Interesting. We’re doing a lot of talking.”
And yet, my cock is straining unhappily against my jeans.
I step back and take her in. Her deep, auburn hair is loose now, falling in waves around her shoulders, almost to her waist. That vintage shirt hugs her tits perfectly, and I can see just a hint of cleavage where the neckline has been cut in a V.
It’s tucked into cutoffs, and her legs are muscular and smooth, and I knew it.
Black Chucks. Not the high-tops.
Before I can advance on her, she whips her shirt over her head and lets it fall to the floor, leaving her in a simple black bra, and I can just make out piercings hidden behind the satin.
Fucking hell, she’s going to become an obsession.
“You’re way overdressed,” she informs me as she kicks out of her shoes and then lets her shorts fall and pool around her ankles, then flicks them aside.
And she’s not wearing underwear.
Her ink flows down her right arm to her knuckles, and over that same shoulder. She’s curvy. With those tits that I’ll be pressing my face to, hips and thighs, and even a rounded belly, but she’s also muscular. Strong.
“Are you still breathing?” she finally asks, and it sets me into motion.
“No, because you take my goddamn breath away.”
Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips.
I quickly pull off my shirt, and she helps me with my pants, her hands sure and not shaking at all. Her lack of hesitancy is sexy as fuck. Violet is no meek woman.
She was fucking made for me.
“Your ink is impressive,” she says before leaning in to lick her way over my chest.
“Right back at you.”
When we’re both finally fully naked, I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. I lower her to the middle of the bed, where I take my time kissing her hot mouth, and my hands roam, tweak her pierced nipples, and then move lower.
“Fucking love this metal.”
She grins and her hips circle, as if she’s begging for my cock.
“Oh, not yet. I’ll be edging you for a while. I’m going to explore every inch of you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming that safe word.”
“Challenge accepted,” she counters, and I go back to nibbling her lips. I cup her pussy and then pause, my eyes flying to hers.
“Your cunt is pierced, Savage.”
“Clitoral hood,” she corrects me, making me grin. “Sorry, but that’s it for the piercings.”
“You’re better than Christmas,” I counter, and I have to see it, so I pull back to my knees and spread her wide, and fuuuuuck.
I swallow hard and let my gaze move up her body, over all that colorful ink, and to her perfect face, those eyes staring right back at me and hair the color of fire spread out on my pillow.
Mine.
Her eyes flit down to my hard cock, and she lifts an eyebrow. “A Prince Albert.”
“Matching metal.” I laugh and dive down, covering her pussy with my mouth, and eat her like a man starved.
“Holy God!”
Her hands fist in my hair, her hips buck up, and I pull back long enough to growl, “Hands on the headboard.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. She reaches above her and grips onto the wooden slats of my bed, white knuckled as I go back to licking, sucking, and biting her beautiful pussy. She’s so fucking wet, and she smells like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
And I stopped dreaming long ago.
I feel her hand in my hair, and I pull away, not touching her at all, and she groans.
“Please.”
“Hands on the fucking headboard. I won’t tell you again.”
She glares at me, but moves her hand back, and I reward her with a light slap over her pussy.
Violet purrs.
“Oh, you like that.” I slap her again, a little harder this time, before I glide my fingertip back and forth over that pierced bundle of nerves. Her hips shimmy, seeking more, but I keep it light as I fist my cock with my other hand and give it a few rough tugs.
I want to fuck her now.
It’s a need that only she can satiate, but I want to make this last.
I reach up and take her hands away from the bed, kiss them both, and then flip her over, making her yelp in surprise.
“No one’s ever just thrown me around,” she mutters, as if to herself, and I brush her hair off her face so I can see her.
“They should,” I reply.
“I’m too heavy for that.”
“Not for me, baby. Grab that headboard again.”
She doesn’t even fucking hesitate, and I can’t resist kissing her muscular shoulders.
She works out. Her body is insane.
I smooth my hand down her spine and see that the flowers on her arm and shoulder continue down her back, and in the middle, right over her vertebrae are words.
And I’m too damn desperate to get inside her to read them.
Keeping her thighs together, I straddle them and use my thumbs to spread her apart so I can see that perfect, glistening little pussy.
“Wrap it before you tap it,” she says, and I go very still.
I almost forgot.
Fuck me, I never forget. Never once.
She’s driven me out of my goddamn mind.
I make a dive for the end table and pull out the whole box, manage to get one rolled down my length, and nudge the tip into her soaking wet opening.
“Ah shit,” she whispers, trying to boost her ass up for me, and I give one cheek a slap.
“You’re not in charge here, beautiful.”
“Fuck me already.” With a smile, I pull out and lean over to kiss her shoulder.
“Let go of the headboard.”
She pulls her arms down and hugs the pillow.
“Now, I want you to ask me nicely to fuck your little hole, Violet.”
She swallows hard. “Please fuck my little hole, Mateo.”
I’m in love with her. Just like that.
Without thinking twice, I push inside, not stopping until my hips meet her ass, and I don’t pause.
I fuck.
Hard and fast, making us both groan. I clutch the hair at her nape in my fist, plant my other hand on the bed by her head, and fuck her until the whole bed is rocking, the headboard clattering against the wall.
“I wish you could see how well your pussy swallows me up,” I grind out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. So goddamn tight and wet for me.”
Her inner muscles tighten and start to ripple around my shaft, and I know she’s close.
But I don’t want her to come yet.
I pull out and grip her hips, tugging her back onto her knees, and plunge inside her again, but this time I can reach around and roll that piercing just above her clit through my fingers, and she tightens even more.
“I can feel it,” she says, and lets her head fall forward, but I fist her hair once again and tug her head up.
“What do you feel?”
“Your piercing, brushing against my G-spot, every—ah!—every time you move. Oh God.”
Her perfect peach ass is pink from my slaps, and she tightens around me again.
“Please. God, I have to come. I can’t—Oh fuck, please.”
“You’re such a good girl for asking me first.” I press my hand to her low back, right over the top of her crack, and brush my thumb over her puckered hole, and she gasps as her whole body tightens. “Come for me, Savage. Make a fucking mess out of my cock.”
She fucking explodes. She screams, her muscles tense and shiver around my dick, and fuck if she doesn’t pull my own climax right out of me, milking every last drop from my balls and into the condom.
I can’t stop rocking into her, even after she collapses against the mattress. I don’t want to pull out.
I don’t want to pull away from her.
So I stay, kissing across her shoulders, rocking my hips back and forth, until my arms start to shake and I have to roll to the side and catch my breath.
“Well, that was fun,” she says, watching me. “I’ll order an Uber.”
“Like hell.” I shake my head and lean over to kiss her cheek. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to get us something to drink, and then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
She doesn’t let any emotion show on her face at all, and I wonder what she’s thinking. But before I can ask, she says, “Water works for me.”
After pressing one more kiss to her forehead—Christ, I’ve never been this affectionate—I stand from the bed and pad naked downstairs.
I think I just met my soulmate.