He placed his thumb on her clit, watched her expression as he added pressure, and loved that she worried her bottom lip like she was having a hard time controlling her reaction. It nearly drove him over the edge. Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it.
“This has started, and no fucking way will it end, Violet. Once my cock is buried so far in your body you’ll be my woman now, my old lady.” He wanted to be able to talk all sweet and gentle and shit, but the fact was that was not the type of man he was. Cain didn’t mince his words, and sure as hell didn’t say sweet nothings to women. But this was Violet, his Violet, and he’d fucking do anything for her. He’d kill for her in a heartbeat again, relishing in it, because protecting her and his daughter, being loyal to his club and brothers, were the driving forces in his life.
When he let his gaze travel back down to the apex of her thighs, he couldn’t help himself from leaning forward. He placed his mouth right on the opening of her body, and moved his tongue through her inner pussy lips. She tasted so damn good, sweet and slightly tangy, like citrus or some shit, and making his cock throb with the need to fill her with his cum.
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, Cain.”
Good, because he wouldn’t let her be with anyone else. He had stayed away, tried to keep her away because he thought he was strong enough to do that, but the fact was with Violet he was weak as hell. He wanted her happy, wanted her sated and pleasured, and he would make sure she never new another horrible day again in her life. He’d tear anything down that tried to mess with her. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia, flattened his tongue, and ran it up her center. Her whole body shook. He would make her come against his mouth again, have her screaming out from the pleasure, and he’d swallow every last drop of her cream.
He sucked and licked at her, wanted her wetness coating his mouth and chin, and running down the back of his throat. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves, adding suction and pressure until she tugged at his hair. And that was when he started really thrusting his hips against the mattress, dry humping the hell out of it because he wanted in her body so badly he could feel it consume him.
“That’s it, work those hips on my mouth, baby,” he said after she started thrusting her pussy in his face, grinding herself on him to seek her own pleasure. This was about her, getting her off, and making her feel good.
He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were inches apart, so close it was maddening, and his self-control was slowly slipping with each passing second.
“Everything about you inflames me, drives me so fucking crazy.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her. “I still don’t think this is the best decision I’ve ever made, but I can’t help myself with you, Violet. I don’t want to help myself.” He moved his tongue out, licked at her bottom lip, and loved that she made this mewling noise. He might be on a razor’s edge, but he watched to make sure he wasn’t triggering any of the bad shit that had happened to her. He was pleased to see her thick in the arousal, right here with him, and begging him for more. “But nothing helps ease the ache I have for you. Nothing, baby.”
She trembled after he spoke. He ran his fingers down her side, cupped a big breast in his palm, and moved his thumb over the stiff peak. “You’re like a drug to me, Violet, a drug that is my fucking downfall because I know if I fully immerse myself in you, with you, I’ll be lost.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard, before moving it to the shell of her ear. Cain whispered, “But I want to be addicted to you, intoxicated by you, baby.” Slipping his hand between their bodies, he came in contact with her wet, smooth slit. He growled in her ear. “If not for my self-control I’d be fucking you right now, owning you because I want that so damn badly.”
“God, I want that. I’ve only ever wanted that.”
He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat, and continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Adding pressure, he dipped his finger inside of her. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
God, he was a filthy fucking bastard, unable to control even his words. But he stared at her, watched her facial expression to make sure she was right here with him, and only feeling pleasure. He slipped another digit into her body, and then another until he was thrusting three fingers in her, but making sure to go slow and easy. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.”