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A burst of energy shoots through me and lands straight in my cock, as it always does after eating. But I never have this beautiful creature in front of me when it happens to let out my energy on. When she reaches for my plate, I toss both aside, grab her wrists, and throw her down on the cot behind her. I’m rewarded with a delicious little yelp.

“I love that little voice of yours, my Flower, but try not to get too loud.” Her eyes widen, her lips forming a small “o” as I fall on top of her. Propping myself up with my forearm, I leave my other hand free to roam her body. I suck that lagging lower lip into my mouth, dragging it between my teeth. I lick along her lips, and she opens for me, letting me in to taste her. Swirling my tongue around hers, I forget that I shouldn’t be doing this.

My better judgment flies right out the window.

Violet grabs onto my shirt, her fingers exploring just beneath the hem. Fucking adorable. I love how tentative she is, not sure if she is allowed to touch me while I’m kissing her. Running my hand down her side, I palm and grab her, then move my hand up and down along the underside of her thigh. She’s wearing these thin white tights. Having her beneath me has me getting harder by the second. I’m straining against my trousers.

“Open your legs for me.” She relaxes in my hold, allowing me to spread her legs. Sitting back, I take a moment to look at her. I’ve had countless dreams that start this way, rubbing one out every morning during my daily daydreams about her coming apart for me. I explore her, holding her gaze while my hand moves up along her thigh, grazing my thumb over her clit. Her thighs clench, and her lip forms that cute little ‘o’ again. I undo my belt, tugging my trousers down just below my ass, and settle myself between her legs. Her breath hitches when I press my bulging cock against her pussy and lower myself back on top of her.

“C-Cain,” she whispers in my ear when I begin rocking my hips, rubbing and pushing myself against her. Moving from her covered entrance to her clit. She feels so fucking good with just a thin layer of fabric between us. I’d love to take my boxers off, tear her tights apart with my teeth, and take her properly. But I can’t let myself get carried away any more than I already am.

“I love your breathy little voice in my ear.” Thrust. “Say my name again.” Thrust.

“Cain.” Her trembling fingers reach beneath my shirt, so I grab her wrists and shove them above her head. I’m not ready for her to see that part of me… And what’s this? Her hand, hidden beneath the sleeve, is wrapped in a bandage. I’ll inquire about that after our fun.

I nudge her jaw, and she tilts her head to give me better access to her pretty little neck. Sucking in her flesh, I hold tight, bring it in, gnaw on it, and drag it between my teeth to leave the most beautiful plum purple marks. She whines from the pain, but the way she arches into me and meets the rocking of my hips with her own tells me another story.

She’s enjoying this.

“Does this feel good for you, Kitten?” Kitten suits her, the way she’s practically purring for me, her body begging me to touch her more. To go harder, to leave more marks until anyone who sees her would know she belongs to me. Her breathing hitches, and she gives a little nod. “Answer me.” I lick along the inside of her upper lip, “with your words.”

“Yes,” her voice is breathy, “you feel good for me.” Fuck. Fuck me. I pick up the pace, rocking my hips into her harder, faster. Her cheeks and ears flush as she rises higher, getting closer to her orgasm, to the point of no return. Because this is the point of no return. Violet will be mine.

“You look so good beneath me, Kitten. You’d look so good stuffed with my cock, strangling me with your tight pussy… Come for me.” I send her over the edge. Kitten’s hands pulse in my hold, her fingers opening and closing, her abdomen convulsing as her pleasure hits her in waves. I crash my lips to hers, swallowing up the delicious noises leaving her. My hips turn erratic as I join her, then I slam my pulsing cock against her pussy.

I release her hands, and she brings them to my chest and clutches the fabric as she hides her face in my neck. Her lips brush over my skin, along my jaw, then back down. My cock twitches as if the smallest touch from her is enough to bring it back to life. She kisses me, and now I need to switch topics before I fuck her. For real this time.

“What happened here?” I clear my throat, tapping her injured hand with my pointer finger.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She takes a deep breath. Her voice and body melting in my hold.

“It’s not nothing, Violet.” I tap her hand again. “Tell me what happened.” Tilting her head, she rests herself against my arm and looks up at me with those ocean eyes that have me drowning, unable to come back up for air.

“I went riding this morning, so I went in early and helped with breakfast. I was being careless and not paying attention when I cut open a hay bale.” She rotates her hand, palm up to palm down, “It’s just a cut; it’s fine.”

“Yeah, a cut you got in the barn… Did you go to the infirmary to get it cleaned up?”

“No.”

“Violet, you’re a nurse. The only reason why you wouldn’t go to the infirmary to clean it is if you think it needs stitches and you don’t want Frolov to see.” I tap her nose, reluctantly get off her, and grab a fresh pair of boxers from the double drawers on my nightstand. I smile when I see her sneak a peek at me and bite her puffy lower lip as I change. “Come on, you need to get that looked at.” She bites the inside of her cheek, then takes my hand and follows me. We make a quick stop at Pru’s bedroom to find a dress scarf to hide the hickeys, then make our way to the infirmary.

Violet held my hand while Dr. Frolov stitched what turned out to be a deep cut along her palm. Her grip was so tight that she nearly cut off the circulation to my fingers. She released my hand and fell against my chest at one point because she fainted from a mere glance at the stitches.

“You cleaned it well, but I recommend that you get the TDAP vaccine.” Dr. Frolov holds up the needle, and Violet shakes her head.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” she says as he sets the vaccine on the table next to us. “I’ve had enough needles for one day.”

Wrapping my arm around Violet’s chest, I grab hold of the opposite shoulder, slam her back against my chest, grab the vaccine, and jab it into her arm. Her body jumps, then she starts to go limp, but I hold her steady against my body. Dr. Frolov’s eyes widen, and he reaches out, only to get the empty shot.

“Mr. Powers, that is completely inappropriate!” Dr. Frolov’s words wash over me. I don’t care.

“It’s okay.” Violet holds up her hand. “Don’t worry about it. Thank you for stitching me up.” Dr. Frolov leaves the room, and V turns to me. “Why did you do that? You know I hate needles.”

“Let me make this clear. I care about how you feel about this. But I am going to make choices for you that are in your best interest, whether you like it or not.” Her eyes narrow, studying me.

“Okay…” Wow, that was a quick acceptance.

“Okay?”