I almost lost it earlier, when she slid the condom over me with those searching fingers, curious and sure all at once. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek just to stay in the moment, just to keep from unraveling too fast.
I don’t move once I’m inside her. I stay there, letting her adjust to me, letting myself adjust to the reality of it—the trust in her hands, in her body, in her having chosen me.
There’s something a lot of men don’t understand about a woman giving herself to you like this.
A woman has to open herself to you. First her legs, when she exposes something deeply vulnerable in that action, then her emotions and her mind.
And when someone offers you that kind of vulnerability, you don’t take it by force or hunger or ego.
You take it with gratitude.
For Violet’s trust—right now, right here—I will always be grateful.
“Jason, please.”
Her whispered moan feathers across my face, giving me permission to take, to want, to share this heat instead of locking it down.
I lean over her, careful not to crush her beneath my weight as I begin to move. Violet arches into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, and my breath stutters. It feels choreographed, like a dance written into muscle and instinct, something ancient and wordless that our bodies already understand.
I’m losing the careful grip I have on my control.
I dip my head and claim her mouth, coaxing rather than taking, inviting her to open for me there too. She does willingly, eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a way that sends a low sound rumbling out of my chest before I can stop it.
That sound startles me.
I break the kiss just enough to breathe, forehead resting against hers, jaw tight as I steady myself. I don’t want to rush her. I don’t want to turn this into something she has to brace for instead of lean into it.
But fuck, being met like this, trusted like this, beingfeltso completely… it’s eroding the last of my restraint.
I press another kiss to her mouth, slower this time, grounding myself in her warmth, reminding myself that I’m still in control.
My wolf approves.
“Jason?”
“You okay?” I murmur against her lips.
“Remember that time I asked you to fuck me?”
The air rushes out of me on a low chuckle, and I once more press my forehead to hers. “Distinctly.”
“So why are you treating me like a virgin on her wedding night?” she asks, her tone teasing.
“I’m trying to be respectful.”
“What you’re doing is driving me insane.” She spanks my ass, and I yelp. Yup, I actually yelp. Fuck me, my man card just took the first exit. My wolf growls his utter disgust.Jason, time to take your man card back.
I pull out of Violet and flip her onto her stomach, giving her a taste of her own little spanking. “Be careful what you wish for Violet.” My voice is a low growl. That’s much better than the girlish yelp I let out five seconds ago.
“You can’t scare me,” Violet says, the words rushing out of her in a pleasurable sigh.
I thrust into her again. “Violet, are you sure you really want me to fuck you?”
Her response is to push her ass back against me.
“Fuck.”
“Exactly what I’ve been saying.”
