Cain's Darkness by Jenika Snow Page B

brought her gaze back to his. Had he noticed her staring at his hands, maybe knew her so well that he had picked up on what she had been thinking? He didn’t say anything if he did. The tense moment passed quickly, and he brought his tongue back to her cleft. When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against him once more. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Violet threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed.
    “That’s it, Violet. Just let go and let me take care of you,” he said against her flesh, sending vibrations to her core.
    When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out.
    “I want your memories to be filled with me. I want your body wet for me, and only knowing pleasure when I touch you.” His voice was rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin.
    Cain lifted her so she was standing, pulled her close to his nude body and kissed her hard and possessively. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercing press against the heated flesh of her belly. The kiss grew more scorching as the seconds passed. She smelled herself on him, a heady, musky but sweet scent that seemed to make what they were doing even more erotic. He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind again her she didn’t stop herself from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome in the moonlight. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.
    “Are you sure about this?” he asked in a hard, yet strangely soft voice. “I need you to be pretty fucking sure Violet, because once we start this I can’t stop.”
    “I’m sure, Cain,” she said just as softly.
    “That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to start this, baby.” He cupped the side of her face. “I knew once I allowed myself to be with you I wouldn’t be able to stop from claiming you as mine.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face.
    She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she would not tell him no. She couldn’t.
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    Cain was having an internal debate. On one hand he knew that being with Violet was right, because she felt so fucking good. She was sweet and soft, so trusting of him, that he couldn’t help but love her even more. And that was the truth … he did love her, was in love with her, and that did scare the shit out of him. Nothing frightened Cain, but this woman did, and the fact was if anything happened to her he’d fucking go mad with rage. He had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her warmth, to claim her for himself, and if anyone tried to ruin that for him he’d fuck them up beyond recognition.
    He moved over her, placed his hands by her head, and inhaled deeply. Cain needed her to tell him she wanted this, that she was his. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. All he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock. The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all of his other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself composed. He leaned back again, but only enough that he could look down and see her pussy. With her legs spread, he could see how swollen she was, how wet her cunt was, and it was all for him.
    “Damn, you’re so gorgeous.” He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs again and bringing his face close to her pussy. Cain pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm as he thrust against the sheets. For that one lone moment he let himself marvel in her. Her slit, so