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Turning the corner, rounding the backstage, I go straight for the green room. Slapping my feet against the tile harder as I approach. I burst through the door, slapping the wall as I slowly stalk my way around the room. If she’s here, all this noise will have her buzzing to flee. Getting absolutely high knowing I’m about to snatch her and feast on her flesh.

“Kitten,” I sing, a note higher than this situation calls for. Her nickname, as a song so pleasant, masks the danger she’s in. “Kiittenn…” I slam both hands, open-palmed against the wall. The slap echoes in the green room, hinting at another slap that sounds all the better. “Why don’t I sit down, you come out, and I’ll bend you over my knee?” Her extra-sensitive skin will flinch beneath my hand, but she’ll push out her ass for more.

Violet started closing herself off from her heart a long time ago, retreating to a place of numbness, a room she built one stone at a time. I didn’t have to train Violet to enjoy being my masochist. Taking my lashes, bites, and bruises pulls her through the cracks of her room, forcing her to feel. And she likes that. She needs that.

She craves that.

She craves my edge of sadism like I crave her soft body and gentle soul.

A shadow flashes in my periphery, and I turn on my heel and charge.

“Ah!” She cries out as she stumbles back, eyes wide, as I grab her by her braid and throw her down onto the red suede couch that she just snuck out from behind. Crashing down onto her, I twist and wrap her long braid around my hand and wrist, tying her tight to me. The golden knots decorate my skeleton hands like their personal binds.

“Mmm,” I hum next to her ear, the deep vibrations emanating through my chest against her soft body. “My purple princess, my Rapunzel. Missing her marks since you’ve decided that we need time apart. I should give you smaller braids, cut them into the most beautiful rope, and tie you to my bed with it.” Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. She knows I’d do it.

Maybe I will.

“Cain-” Violet starts, her words fading into a whimper when I fist her dress and shove my hand between her legs. I slide my fingers over her pussy, cupping her covered entrance, then sliding them up again. She’s wet, soaking through her tights from the chase.

“Tell me you missed me,” I say as I press my lips to her collarbone, brushing them along her neck until the trail erupts with goosebumps. My fingers work over her pussy until she’s moving against my touch.

“I do miss you,” she whispers, her fingers teasing the hem of my shirt.

“Touch me,” I growl against her ear, and she slides her hands over my abs. tracing her fingers along the ridges and canyons. My cock twitches, already straining against my trousers.

I undo my belt with my free hand, shoving my trousers off along with my boxers. Then I grab hold of her tights and yank them, tearing them to shreds to give me access.

“I miss you, Kitten.” I press my lips to hers, sucking the bottom one between my teeth and swirling my tongue with hers. Grabbing my length, I press my crown to her clit, rub to her entrance, and tease with the first inch. Spreading her fertile essence along the path of her pleasure and the length of my cock.

Violet bucks, pressing her hips forward to meet me, begging me to stop. I give her another inch, and her mouth forms that little ‘o’ I enjoy so much.

“Cain… Please…” She begs; her fingers clutching my shirt.

“I love how you soak me, Kitten. Mmm it’s been too long.”

Pressure builds in my core, my cock throbbing and leaking for her. It’s only been a week, and that’s far too long to go without fucking my Kitten. Violet whimpers, her neck and cheeks turn flush as I edge her on.

I thrust forward, burying myself inside her until I bottom out. Violet cries out, shuddering in my hold. The pain hits harder when she’s ovulating. I grab her thigh beneath her knee, lifting her leg, to give us a different angle. I go slow, with long, hard thrusts. Her eyes flinch, wincing each time I hit deep inside of her, all while whimpering, moaning, and rocking her hips to meet mine.

“Cain,” she gives a small cry in my ear as she swells around me, strangling my cock. I tug on her braid that’s wrapped around my skeleton hands and pick up my pace.

“Come for me, Kitten.” Her pussy clenches around my cock, thigh quivering in my hold. I pick up my pace, my breath stuttering in and out as I fuck my Kitten.

My Kitten.

My girl.

Mine.

I shove my hips forward with a groan, my cock pulsing inside of her fertile pussy, and hold myself there. Kissing her again, and again, tasting her salty skin, sucking down what she has to give, like she’s all I need to exist.

I soak up every second of filling her with my essence, the missing piece of the puzzle to fill her with life.

“Cain… You…” I press my hips forward, as if I could get further inside of her. Her eyes widen a fraction. “I could—”

“Yes. You’re mine, Violet. You need to forget about me letting anyone else have you. Because that will never happen.”

“How is that possible?” She swallows, nudging her nose and then kissing my jaw. “Have you changed your mind?”