Page 118 of A Violet Obsession

I ease her back onto the bed, following her down into the soft sheets. She’s lush and warm and undeniably mine—full, heavy breasts that spill over my hands, the soft swell of her stomach that I love to kiss, and the lush roundness of her hips and thighs. I take my time, kissing her until she’s breathless and squirming, then trail my mouth lower.

Cupping one breast, my thumb circles the tight, rosy peak until it pebbles harder. I lower my head and draw it into my mouth, sucking deeply, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Lily arches off the mattress with a broken moan that shoots straight to my cock, her fingers threading through my hair to hold me closer. The taste of her skin makes me groan against her.

“Fuck, you are so perfect.”

I switch to the other breast, sucking harder, grazing my teeth lightly while my hand kneads the first. Her nipples are flushed dark pink now, glistening from my mouth. I kiss a slow, wet path down the valley between them, over the delicate scatter of freckles on her ribs, tracing each one with the tip of my tongue, a map only I get to follow. Lower still, across the gentle rise of her stomach, nipping at the soft flesh that makes her shiver and giggle breathlessly.

Settling between her legs, my hands glide along her smooth skin to gently spread her thighs wider. Dipping my head, I brush slow kisses along the delicate inside of her thigh, savoring the way she trembles beneath me. When I slide two thick fingers inside her tight heat, curling them against that sensitive spot, while my tongue circles and sucks her clit with firm, rhythmic strokes, Lily cries out, hips jerking.

“Finn.” Her voice breaks on a sob of pleasure, but I don’t stop, devouring her until her whole body seizes, back bowing sharply as she comes hard around my fingers.

I gentle my strokes until she’s boneless and gasping and move up her body, settling between her thighs. My cock is throbbing, pressed against her slick heat. I grab a condom, tear it open with my teeth, and roll it on with shaking hands.

Lily’s eyes are wide, hazy with lust and a flicker of nerves. I brace on my forearms and kiss her softly.

“We go as slow as you need, Butterfly. Tell me if it’s too much.” I rasp, voice rough with need.

She nods, hands sliding up my back, nails grazing my skin. I line up and push forward. She’s incredibly tight, her walls fluttering around me. Her breath catches, and she winces, fingers tightening on my shoulders.

“Lily?” I freeze instantly, heart hammering, sweat beading on my brow.

“I’m okay,” she whispers, breathing through it. “It’s just… full.”

I stay perfectly still, kissing her deeply—her mouth, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear—murmuring praise against her skin until her body relaxes. Inch by careful, tantalizing inch I sink into her scorching heat. When I’m finally fully seated, we’re both trembling, foreheads pressed together, sharing ragged breaths.

“You feel like heaven… Tell me when I can move.” I groan, clenching my muscles to keep from thrusting.

She shifts experimentally, a soft moan escaping as pleasure overtakes the stretch. “Now. You can move now.”

I start slow, rolling my hips in deep, deliberate thrusts, letting her adjust. My hand kneads her hip, gripping the soft flesh as I try to hold on until she’s ready for more. But it’s been a long time for me, too, and the feel of her is wrecking me.

Soon, she’s meeting me thrust for thrust, legs wrapped high around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. The connection between us feels electric. I watch her face the entire time, memorizing every flutter of her lashes, every parted-lip gasp, the way her cheeks flush and her eyes go glassy with ecstasy.

I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out sharply.

I reach between us, thumb circling her clit in firm strokes. “Come for me again, Butterfly,” I growl against her neck, biting down gently. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

When she shatters, it’s with a keening moan, her walls clamping down hard around me. The pressure is too much. I bury myself deep, hips stuttering as my release crashes over me in waves. I groan her name, pleasure sending sparks across my vision.

We stay locked together as we come down, hearts hammering in sync. I brush damp strands of hair from her flushed face, kissing her softly.

“I love you, Lily,” I whisper against her mouth, still buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection.

She smiles up at me, eyes shining with emotion, her fingers tracing lazily along my jaw. “I love you, too.”

The words settle somewhere deep inside me, quieting a loneliness I’ve carried for years.

I press one last kiss to her forehead and pull her against my chest. Outside, the world and all its dangers are still waiting.

But tonight, with Lily in my arms and her heartbeat steady beneath my hand, none of it matters.

We both need to sleep, but neither of us seems able to. I was determined to make her rest, but when she joined me in the shower, her hands slick with soap sliding over my chest, her full curves pressed against my back under the hot spray… restraint went out the window again. We barely made it back to the bed before the condom package was torn open.

Now we’re down to one packet left on the nightstand, and I don’t have an ounce of energy left to drag myself down to the truck for more. Lily lies curled in the crook of my arm, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. The room is dark, and her skin is warm and soft against me.

At the foot of the bed, Hera snores like a tiny chainsaw, curled into a furious ball. She’s been displaced most of the night and clearly has opinions about it.

Lily’s fingers trace idle patterns over my stomach. Her voice is soft, sleepy, but curious when she finally speaks.