remember a time when she hadn’t been his now.
Violet didn’t have time to crash down completely from the orgasm racing through her blood. She didn’t even have the chance to take a single breath before Kaz let out a harsh breath and pulled away from her again. She only saw a flash of his gray gaze before he spun her around, and her knees hit the bed, her ass high in the air.
His arm linked around her legs, pulling her back until she heard his feet hit the floor almost soundlessly, and her knees rested on the very edge.
“All mine,” he said, repeating his words from earlier.
Violet tried to catch her breath, running a hand through her messy hair so she could look over her shoulder. She caught sight of his hand coming forward a second before it snapped fast and hard along swell of her ass where it met her thigh.
A whine caught in the back of her throat but died before it could escape, and only because the tips of his fingers stroked the same spot he’d smacked.
Tender.
Soft.
Sweet.
And then his other hand struck the other side of her ass, leaving it with a deep ache, too.
“Jesus,” Violet groaned.
“You trust me, don't you?”
Violet only nodded.
She didn’t think he needed words.
Apparently, Kaz disagreed. “Violet.”
His palm landed on her ass again, but that time it fell close enough that the tips of his fingers stroked along the tender, wet slit of her sex. Just as fast, two of his digits sunk in, curling hard and making her scream from the shock of pleasure it caused.
But when his fingers slipped out slowly and trailed a little higher, Violet tensed.
It was a brief flicker of anxiety as Kaz’s fingers stroked the tight hole of her ass with insistent, firm circles. Never pushing in, his fingers only teased.
“I need words for this, krasivaya.”
Violet’s initial hesitance slipped away at the sensations beginning to crawl up and down her spine. Deep and burrowing, it twisted hot and heavy in the pit of her stomach, and she pushed back against his hand.
“Yeah, Kaz.”
The first finger was easy—tight and new—but good. His dark whispers fell across her back as he worked that one finger deep into Violet’s ass until that feeling intensified and she asked for more.
More.
It felt like that was becoming a mantra of sorts.
But he gave her what she wanted, adding a second finger to the tightening ring of muscles. It burned with a sting, and it ached like nothing she’d ever felt before. But as fast as those flickers of pain had come, they were fleeting, leaving behind a different kind of ache.
New.
So good.
Kaz stilled his movements for only a second, but Violet was far too immersed in feeling to really pay attention to what he was even doing behind her. It was only when she felt the cool drip of something slick slide along his fingers buried deep in her ass did she realize what he had reached for in the nightstand.
“Breathe, yeah?” he said quietly. “Don’t tense up too much—trust me and feel.”
The last two things he demanded were easy enough.
The others?
Not so much.
The cool sensation of the lube helped the sting for the brief moment when Kaz withdrew his fingers. She almost expected him to be right back, but he was reaching for the nightstand again, and Violet did look that time, only to find he’d grabbed a condom.
His hand swept over her backside once, then twice, and it settled reassuringly along the swell of her ass before his fingers dug in deep.
That one shock of pain—something she hadn’t been expecting in his light touch—distracted her for just a passing second, and then she felt the head of his cock pressing into the tight hole of her ass. Still a bit tender from his fingers stretching her open, Violet sucked in a breath, holding it and tensing, waiting for that pain.
It was inevitable.
Even if for a short while …
She knew it would come.
Kaz’s fingers dug in again, his other hand tangled in the waves of her hair, and he tugged her head back. Violet chose to focus on those two things—the way his grip tightened, and his fingers bruised—and the sounds of his breaths coming out a little harsher as he started to push in.
He was slow at first—careful, even—working through that tight ring with measured thrusts and nothing too hard or fast.
That pain still came—sharp and fast—making Violet stiffen and bite down hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood.
“Shhh,”