“Yes,” I respond without hesitation. This is either about to be the best afternoon of my life, or my literal demise.
His hands grip my hips gently, and he turns me, maneuvering me to the edge of a counter on the side of the room. A thrill shoots through my body at the feel of his hands on me. “If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will, got it?”
I nod, my brain still trying to decide if it should be activating my fight or flight response.
“I need your words, darling,” he says as his fingers lightly graze my sides, leaving trails of sparks on my skin.
“I understand. Say stop, and you’ll stop,” I confirm.
Without further hesitation, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto the counter. I instinctively spread my legs, allowing him to step into me. His hard body against mine feels so good. As if they have a mind of their own, my hands reach for his abs before finding his belt buckle.
He closes his fingers around my wrists and puts my hands at my sides. “Hmm, so eager, are we, darling?” he asks, his hands brushing mythighs.
“Yes,” I practically whimper. I still can’t quite believe that I’m having such a reaction to this masked stranger, but I definitely don’t want to stop myself.
“We can get to that later. I want to make you feel good first, okay?”
“Okay.” I bite my lip.
He hitches up my skirt before dragging my panties down my legs and putting them in the front pocket of his jeans. “If I turn off the lights so I can take off my mask, will you be a good girl and stay on this table? I don’t want you tripping in the dark.”
I nod eagerly as I look down at him.
“Darling, talk to me. Can I have my way with you in the dark?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and that’s all he needs. He pulls a phone from his back pocket, swiping at it a few times. The lights go out, and then he locks the screen, the room completely pitch black now. His hands skirt up my thighs, and I take in a sharp breath.
“You sure?” he asks again.
“Yes, god yes, please.” I’ve never begged a man for anything before, but if he stops now I think I’d die.
I hear some shuffling, and then soft lips are brushing against my neck.He took off the mask.God, I wish I could see his face, but the idea of being pleasured in the dark has mealready dripping wet. My other senses feel heightened, making every little touch of his fingers and lips more intense.
He drags one hand from my waist, down to my knee, and then back up my inner thigh, brushing against my core. I gasp at the sensation, already so turned on I’m aching for him.
Chapter Seven
Damon
I MUST BEdreaming. Or I’ve died and gone to my own personal heaven. Violet is in front of me, legs spread and inviting me to touch her in ways I’ve only imagined. I drag my knuckles through her slit and have to hold back a moan. God, I wish I could praise her for how wet and ready she is for me, but I think she’d recognize my voice and I don’t want to break the illusion quite yet. She seems even more into the masked man thing than I thought she’d be, and I want to give her what she wants.
I swipe my fingers through her folds a few more times, gathering wetness before I thrust them inside her. A growl rumbles in my chest. She’s tight, and warm, and perfect.
“Oh my god,” she gasps and grabs the counter when I start moving them, curling them just right for her. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I kiss her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. A primal part of me wants to suck, to bite, to leave my mark on her.But I don’t. She’s not some possession to claim. Instead, I leave soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone. She moans as my fingers pick up pace a little, starting to clench around me.
“I need . . . I need more, please.”
Anything for you, darling.
I drop to my knees and toss her leg over my shoulder, lining my mouth up with her clit. My tongue sticks out to give it a teasing stroke, and she bucks in response.
“Please, please put your mouth on me.”
I could never say no to her, especially not when she’s begging for me like this.
I latch my mouth around her clit and suck as my fingers continue thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. She’s moaning and swirling her hips, her body seeking friction. She fists my hair as her orgasm begins to crest, holding me against her. As if I would pull away now. As if I could, even if I wanted to. I’ve dreamed of having Violet like this since the day I met her, and there’s no way my body could stop. Not unless she told me to.
