“How can you want all this when you don’t even know me?” she asked.
“Because I know. I feel it, and I don’t question that.”
Before she could argue with him anymore, he slammed his lips down on hers. Stunned, Violet didn’t respond straight away. Cadeon had a tendency to take her by surprise in everything he did. He pressed against her. She felt the hard length of his cock as it pushed against her stomach. His fingers tightened their hold on her.
“Kiss me back, baby,” he whispered against her lips. She stared at his eyes. A breath away from her. She was struck through. The intense way he looked at her caused her to pause. There was nothing friendly or sweet, just a look of absolute desire and lust. No one had stared at her in such a way. “Please, let me in.”
She relented, needing the kiss and closeness as much as he did. At twenty-one years old she had no clue to what lust or desire was. Opening her lips, she pressed against him, giving herself to the rapture of his touch.
“That’s it. Give me everything,” he said.
His hands moved to her wrists. Capturing them and trapping her against the door, his hands became like a pair of cuffs keeping her in place while his leg pressed between her thighs. He rubbed his leg up against her mound. She whimpered and moaned, crying out as he nipped and kissed her senseless.
No way could something this pleasurable be wrong.
“Open up. Let me taste you, baby.” His tongue swiped inside, meeting hers. Creating a dance together. Their moans mingled in the air.
The hands on her wrists moved down her arms to her shoulders. One hand stayed on her face while the other travelled down, brushing across her breast. She cried out as pleasure shot straight to her core. He grabbed her thigh and brought it up over his hip, opening her to him. Cadeon pulled back to look at her with her hands above her head.
He continued to stare at her as his hand moved between them. His fingers touching her pussy.
“I’m going to touch you and make you feel good.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she said.
“Trust me.”
Chapter Seven
Cadeon saw the conflict in her eyes. Trusting someone didn’t come easily to her. She fought everything inside her until he felt her relax against him. The fight she’d undergone made him aware of what he was doing. He had her pinned against the door. She deserved something better. Time to have her body worshipped. Not a quick fuck against a bedroom door. In time it could be worth it, but not tonight.
He wanted her to trust him. To give him everything she had. Lifting her up in his arms, he swung her around, delighting in the giggle she released. The first true sound of laughter he’d heard from her.
Taking her to the bed, he pulled back to look down at her. She truly was a beautiful woman with full thick hips and gloriously large tits. Any man would be putty in her hand. Over the years he’d had his share of women. None of them compared to her. She held innocence and sensuality within her grasp, and she didn’t even know how to use them. He wanted to share everything with her. To give her a chance to be happy.
“Do you think I’m fat?” she asked.
“No. Never.”
“You keep staring.”
“Because you take my breath away.” He cupped her breast in his hand. The mound was so large it spilled out of his hand.
“I don’t think we should be doing this,” she said again.
Cadeon knew he should give her time to adjust to his presence, but he couldn’t do it. Giving her the time to see his faults could mean he would lose her. Some women would hate his domination. He hoped to make it part of their life, to show her how good it could be between them.
He tweaked her nipple, running his finger over the tip. He watched her reaction to his touch. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. He wanted her to scream her pleasure. He wanted to hear and feel the evidence of her release.
Leaning down, he kissed her lips. Tasting her and loving her mouth. She lay so calm under him. He pushed down the desire to wrap the silk cuffs he had at the top of his headboard. Violet needed slow, long loving before he could introduce her to his other side. He ran his hand down her stomach, relishing the quiver as he pressed against her stomach. He ran it down further until his palm rested on her pussy. Her pubic hair was wet from her arousal. Using his middle finger he slipped between her silken wet folds, pressing the tiny nub at the top. She jerked in his arms, and he knew she’d never touched herself. The woman beneath him was a virgin in every way.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded her head with a frown. “It feels really good.”