Something in his complexity pulled at her. There were so few people she trusted in her world, and this man sleeping beside her, holding her close as she went through her own kind of hell, was one of them.
Too soon she’d have to work through what happened to her, force herself to relive a part of the pain and torture that had been inflicted upon her body and soul, and right now, she couldn’t consider it. Sleep had recharged her, but she still felt wobbly and wanted more.
A blush crept over her at the thought of what she wanted. It was primal and clear. Violet couldn’t deny she was a sexual being but remained private about it. At that moment though, she felt passionate, starving, and without knowing why, it overruled her common sense and shyness.
Her first priority was to shut down her brain, and her second, to slide her hand under Finn’s sweater and see for herself if he was as hard as she believed him to be.
His skin wasn’t cold, but it didn’t radiate heat as other men did. Tracing his happy trail up to his chest, tangling her fingers in his chest hair, she marveled at his body. With his sweater now scrunched up, she enjoyed tracing every muscle and sinew on his belly until her fingertips hitched at the waistband of his jeans.
Finn drew a breath at that moment, his muscles shivering under her touch.
Everything in her halted, but she gathered her courage to look at him.
Finn’s heavy eyelids revealed black irises surrounded by pools of emerald focused solely on her. “What’s stopping you, witch?”
How wanton she felt at that moment. Finn stayed still, offering himself up to her, giving her the power to decide to go forward or backtrack.
The Violet she had been took over. Without hesitation, she placed one knee on each side of his thighs. Eyes locked for a moment with his, she lowered herself until her lips touched his bare midriff. Part of her wanted hard and fast, but hesitation made her slow down.
Kiss after lick, Violet indulged herself with discovering his body while pushing his sweater up and out of the way until Finn finally got rid of it.
The vampire clearly held himself back, but Violet was having none of it when she plastered her clothed body against his and took his lips.
The contact was like a blow with how powerfully it reverberated inside her body. It was too much, too intense, and way too intimate.
She should have stopped, listened to all the warning bells, but when his hand cupped her cheek and tangled in her hair, it was impossible to evade it. If she were honest, she didn’t want to either as he slid his tongue inside her awaiting mouth.
Finn was no longer holding back, and it was his turn to snake his hands under her pajama top. His rough palms scratched her skin in a most delicious way, turning an itch into a fire.
Still straddling him, Violet felt his erection pushing more insistently through his pants, and the knowledge she could arouse him stoked her own fire even more, making her push and undulate against him.
A deep groan rumbled through Finn’s chest, and he closed his arms around her and came to a sitting position. He was quick to discard her pajama top and close his lips over her breast.
Violet could no longer sit still; she needed Finn to claim her, and to claim him in return, to forget who she was, and only feel.
Finn’s mouth was restless in his exploration, but it wasn’t enough.
The vampire understood her impatience and hunger, and as he traced her hips, Finn grabbed the thin material of her pajama bottoms and ripped it apart. She gasped in surprise and Finn took over her mouth and slipped one hand between her spread legs.
Her first reaction was to tense against his touch, but Finn, with sensual persuasion, quickly had her melting against him. Soon, her hips echoed the movement of his fingers that teased her flesh, inflamed her senses.
Fast losing balance, she gripped his muscled shoulders hard, her body spiraling into pleasure.
Faint at first, the increasing pleasure was a shock to her system after what she’d endured. Finn’s eyes were wide open, looking at her, watching her every reaction.
At first, his caress cupped her sex, squeezing her engorged flesh, sending faint waves of pleasure through her. Maybe Finn knew he needed to be careful, to acclimate Violet with her body, and with pleasure once more.
His caresses deepened as he parted her sensitive folds and traced her entrance with insistence. Immediately, her core tightened in expectation, but Finn wasn’t about to answer her demands yet. Violet pressed harder against his hand, but he only smiled.
Furious and frustrated, Violet leaned down to kiss him. The kiss turned into a bite. The taste of blood was faint, but it was enough to mess with Finn’s control. Was it sensible? Far from it, but in her current state, with the unknown nightmare lurking so close, she was more scared of falling back into the dark than falling prey to this dangerous man.
Violet had no illusions, a vampire as old as she suspected he was could easily kill her, especially since her own powers were in limbo. She’d always prided herself on being a powerful combat witch, but with an opponent such as Finn, even this outcome looked bleak.
But in that moment in time, it wasn’t a fight, but a dare, willing him to lose control as he made her lose control.
The change in the vampire was subtle, but when he tasted blood, it was like something inside him went still in one last attempt to keep control before everything broke loose.
It was easy to forget his sheer power when she saw the discarded the remnants of her clothes nearby. Apart from his strength, it was his speed that had her losing her breath until he twisted them both, so she lay under him.
Naked,
