His Possession(32)

Violet deserved roses and flowers. An eruption of pleasure so intense it would make her heart ache to be with him. He wanted her to always remember this first time as a loving union  . Not something rushed or dirty. When he calmed himself down, he moved his hand from her hair. Going to her panties, he pulled them down off her hips. She lay naked.

“Stay like that,” he said.

“I want to see you, too.”

“You will, baby.” Cadeon kissed her on the cheek and got off the bed. Pulling the white shirt off his body, he unzipped his jeans. He tried to contain the wince as he eased the zipper off his thick cock.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Never better.” He threw the clothes into a corner. He eased up on the bed, settling down beside her. He rolled her over to face him.

He stroked her hair back from her face.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“You’re asking me for a choice again?”

“Yes.”

“I want to be with you, Cadeon.”

Pleased with her answer, he took her hand and placed it on his chest. “I want us to enjoy this together.”

His gaze kept straying to her tits. The full mounds were flushed. He wanted to suckle her, bite down on the large nipples. She kept her hand where he placed it. Cadeon kissed her lips as his own hand searched her body. Going from her cheek, down the delicate column of her neck resting on one of her full tits. Their moans mingled together as he tweaked the nipple between his thumb and finger, teasing the nub until it was hard.

He pushed his tongue between her lips. His other arm had her head resting on it. She began to touch him back. Her hand roamed his chest. Her fingers circled his own nipples as he sucked her lips and played with her breasts, arousing her by keeping his attention on her breasts.

Next, he grazed down her tummy and back up, circling her belly button but keeping his focus on her skin. Her tummy quivered as he moved down. Each downward stroke heightened her pleasure. He never touched her mound but gave her promise of what was to come.

“Cadeon,” she said as she pulled away from his kiss.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“Touch me, please.”

He smiled at her words. They felt like a move in the right direction. Her asking him for something more. Trusting him enough to say her words.

“Do you want me to touch your pussy?” he asked.

She blushed.

He laughed at the irony of her reaction. “We’ve been naked together so many times, and you still blush.”

“You say wicked things.”

“You think me asking you if you want me to touch your pussy is a bad thing?”

She nodded her head.

“You haven’t heard how wicked I can be yet.”

Violet stared at him.

“Will you show me?” she asked.

“You want me to be wicked to you?”

“I want you to be open with me.”

He thought about her past and what Tate had said to him. “If I’m open with you, you’ve got to be open with me.”

Cadeon noted her biting her lip, but she nodded her head.





Chapter Thirteen



Violet knew she wouldn’t tell him a thing about her past. Those memories would have to be burnt to a crisp in the back of her mind. The shame and humiliation of her situation weren’t lost on her. She lay in the arms of a very wealthy and powerful man. The money didn’t bother her. She’d lived with nothing and could continue to live without anything. His wealth never entered her head when she was with him. The only problem she felt being with him was the dirt people could find with regards to her past.

The only thing that mattered to her was the way he made her feel when she was in his company. Her whole body came alive. Not just with the touching but the way she felt when he was close by.

He made her laugh and want to cry. Cadeon was older than she by quite a few years, and she couldn’t care less. He made her unafraid to live her life. She thought about the three years since her mother died and getting away from the danger she’d lived in for the full eighteen years of her life until then. Instead of fighting against the demons that held her in place, she stayed down. Never fighting for her own life.

When he leaned down and kissed her lips, his hands on her breasts, Violet met him kiss for kiss and stroke for stroke. When he took her body and made her his woman, she would change. No longer would she be held in the confines of her past. Always scared. For the first time she’d be free to be Violet Moore. Cadeon Ashwood’s woman. She liked the sound of that.

“Make love to me,” she said, embracing the newfound emotion inside her. He pulled away from her and opened a drawer by his bed. She watched as he pulled out a foil packet.