Cain's Darkness by Jenika Snow Page A

not sure if she was more surprised that he’d asked her for sex, or that he actually apologized because of it. Jana moved past him, went into the room she was sleeping in while she stayed at the clubhouse, and closed her eyes. God, she needed to get it together, because if not she could easily give herself to a man, a biker that was so not good for her.

Chapter Ten
     
    Violet knew her eyes were large as she stared at Cain. God, she was so wet. They had moved into her bedroom, and now she was on her back, staring up at this man, and wanting nothing more than to feel his powerful body over hers. He was still so hard that she knew he must like what he saw. He took a step toward her, and she swallowed. Her breasts were thrust out in invitation, but he didn’t touch them. Instead he dropped to his knees between her thighs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their gazes locked for a heartbeat. The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then.
    The sight of his face made up of harsh lines, the danger that surrounded him, had every erogenous zone in her body lighting up. He had to know the effect he had on her. Oh, his tongue did wicked things to her body. Cain used that muscle to run up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come from her. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, so agonizingly slow with licking her pussy, that she found herself pressing closer to him¸ trying to tempt him to give her more. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own and gripped handfuls of his hair. And when he pulled back, breaking the spell he had on her, she groaned.
    “I want to go slow, know you need that, but it’s fucking hard, baby.”
    She panted and watched him. “I just want you.” The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.
    “Place your feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs, Violet,” he said softly, huskily.
    She did as he asked because heaven knew she needed his mouth back on her. And when she was in the position he wanted he smoothed his hands up her legs, framed her pussy with his hands, and resumed licking her. With her eyes closed, her body arched for him, and there were no flashbacks of that horrid night almost ten years ago. There were no memories of what Carl had taken from her. There was only Cain and her right now.
    His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke and pressing minutely into her hole on the down stroke. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but he was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat her flesh as she tried in vain to hold off on coming, and prolonging this experience. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. Air left her mouth in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth, couldn’t stop pressing her pussy to his mouth.
    “Please, Cain, this is too much.”
    “Do you want me to make you come, Violet?”
    He had to know she was perilously close as it was. Maybe he wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing? And God, she was not above it. At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her caused by the man she loved.
    “You know that’s what I want. God, I want that.” The words left her on a whoosh of air, and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her flesh apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His big, tanned hands seemed so dark against her pale flesh. The image of him slamming his fist into Carl all those years ago washed through her mind in a grisly display of that bastard trying to control her again.
    A dark look crossed his face when she