Her thighs clamp around my head. Her hands find my hair, gripping hard enough to hurt. And I feel it—the moment before she breaks. The trembling tension in her body, the way her walls flutter against my tongue.
I suck her clit. Hard.
She shatters.
My name rips out of her throat as she comes, back arching, whole body shuddering. I don’t stop. Keep licking, keep sucking, working her through it as she pulses against my mouth. Thetaste of her orgasm floods my tongue, and I groan into her flesh, the vibration making her cry out again.
When she finally stills, trembling and gasping, I kiss my way back up her body. Press my mouth to hers, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her mouth.
She laughs. Breathless. Wrecked. “That’s—god, that’s?—”
“One.”
Her eyes widen. “One?”
I smile. Not the polite mask I wear in public. Much darker. It makes her breath catch in her throat.
“One.”
She pushes me back.
Not hard. I could resist if I wanted to. But I don’t want to. Not when she’s looking at me like that, all determination and hunger and a look that screams of possession.
I let her press me into the mattress. Let her straddle my thighs, all naked, her bare skin sliding against the fabric of my trousers.
“My turn.” Her voice is steady now. The trembling aftershocks fading into something more focused.
She reaches for my waistband.
My hand covers hers. “You don’t have to?—”
“I know I don’t have to.” She meets my eyes. Unflinching. “I want to.”
Christ.
How many women have touched me? Dozens. Maybe more. And every single time it was transactional. They wanted something from me—power, money, protection. Or they were afraid of what would happen if they said no.
No one has ever justwantedme.
Not the empire. Not the violence. Not what I could give them.
Just me.
I let go of her hand.
She slides my pants down. Frees my cock from the fabric, and her eyes widen. Not fear. I’d stop if I saw fear. Just... surprise. And then hunger. My cock twitches in her grip.
“Fuck.” The word comes out breathless. “You’re huge.”
“We can take this slow.” My voice is strained. Every muscle in my body locked down with the effort of not moving. “Whatever you want. However you want it.”
She looks up at me. And then she strokes.
Her hand barely wraps around me. Small and callused from her work, rough in exactly the right way. My head falls back against the pillow.
“Violet—”
