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It was Ridoc’s fault. Violet would stick by that claim as she stuffed her shaver away in her bathroom and applied her moisturiser. The whole routine felt ridiculous now, given her track record. But this wasn’t a blind date. This was her hopefully getting what she wanted, and if that meant a bit of personal grooming, she’d accept it.
She braided her blow-dried hair, and debated forgoing her underwear, but changed her mind at the last minute. Instead she slipped on the sexiest piece she could find, something Halden had brought her, not that she’d worn them for him. Royal blue with scratchy lace, and a bra that matched. She topped off her outfit with a short, strapless black dress and bare feet, eternally glad for her under floor heating.
A week ago, Ridoc had been talking about how in love he was with his latest hook-up, tanned skin, dark brown hair and eyes, a tattoo up his left arm, beautiful, soft features, and apparently very good in bed. Violet would’ve shuddered at the conversation if it weren’t so common. They always knew when Ridoc had had sex - always heard about it the next day, usually in far too much detail, at least in Violet’s opinion. Though she’d never admit it, sometimes she only pretended to hate it, and instead tried to live vicariously through Ridoc and his bed hopping tendencies.
Of her friends, Ridoc slept around, Rhiannon was with Tara, Sawyer had Jesinia, and Violet had no one.
They’d started setting up blind dates for her even when Violet had told them not too. They’d all seemed to go poorly. Eventually Violet had gotten frustrated enough that she’d snapped at them to stop, and that she wouldn’t go to any more that they set up. Thankfully they’d stopped after that.
“I found him on this website, Vi,” he slid his phone towards her, a hook up app open on the screen that Violet steadfastly tried to ignore even as Ridoc started scrolling.
“I thought this one looked like your type.” He stopped the scrolling, Violet’s eyes immediately zoning on a chest - broad, muscular, certainly better built than her ex, Halden, had been. She forced her gaze up to his face, blue eyes and a picture perfect wide grin were framed by short blond hair that seemed to flow into his skin. Violet had to concede, he was handsome, and from the look of him, definitely her type.
But her eyes snagged on the picture to the right. The man's picture was the opposite, dark, with sharp angles and a glare to match. And yet Violet couldn't tear her gaze away, something about him was captivating.
A few days later, and she still couldn't get him out of her head, despite all the different ways she’d tried.
Making a mental note to never tell Ridoc about it, she’d searched for the site again, setting up an account with very little thought, just her name and the essentials, and skipped through the rest of the information quickly. When she was finally through the set up, she went straight to the search, selecting the age range she assumed Ridoc had set it to for himself and scrolling until she found that scowling picture again.
His profile was minimalist, though Violet let out a soft laugh at his biography section. It was as blunt as his glare.
Xaden, 22. My asshole friends told me to set this up.
Interests: Flying, strategy, murdering said asshole friends.
Looking for: The nearest exit. Failing that, someone who can handle sarcasm and might be willing to lie to previously mentioned assholes for me.
Current Availability: Minimal. (Don’t hold your breath.)
The complete lack of information was the final thing to draw Violet in, her need to know more about the admittedly incredibly hot guy winning out.
She bit her lip as she returned to her own account, adding a picture that she’d had to crop her ex out of. It was over a year old, but she didn’t think that would matter.
For her bio, she added:
Violet, 20. Here because my friends are terrible.
Interests: Books, coffee, peace and quiet.
Looking for: A quick understanding.
Current Availability: That depends.
Scanning his profile again she slowly started typing.
Violet:
Any tips on murdering asshole friends? Mine won’t shut up about his newest hook-up.
She exited the app after, her heart beating out a fast rhythm.
She needn't have gotten worked up though, despite continually checking her phone throughout that day, she didn’t get a single message in response. She was surprised at how disappointed she felt the next morning when there was still nothing.
She forced the feeling away, telling herself it didn’t matter, that she shouldn’t let herself feel let down because of it. Despite her private pep talk, she still felt more despondent than usual.
She had just poured herself a glass of wine when her phone pinged. She thought nothing of it, getting comfortable on her sofa and flicking Netflix on to a rom-com that she’d probably zone out of. She checked her phone after hitting play.
Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the notification, and she placed her glass on the side table before opening it.
Xaden:
Sure, did you want to meet in person to discuss?
It was short and to the point. He’d been far more forward than she’d expected, and she had to remind herself it was an app for hook-ups, and that really was to be expected.
Violet:
My place, yours, or somewhere else?
Xaden:
Wherever you’ll be comfortable.
Violet thought for a moment. A hotel felt too anonymous, too much like a pre-planned transaction, even if that was what it was, it’s not how she wanted to feel. His place was out of the question - she barely knew him. Her apartment, while risky, was the one place she felt completely grounded. If she was going to be vulnerable, she wanted it on her own terms, in her own space.
Violet:
My place. It’s quiet.
They’d talked briefly since then, setting a date, and a few general comments.
Violet now stood in her living room, her hands moving nervously over her thighs, half convinced this was the worst decision she’d made since dating Halden. The silence felt almost constricting, and the shadows around the apartment seemed to jump with every breath.
He was late - or she was early. She flicked out her phone, the time ticking over to 8pm. So she was ready early.
A sharp rap at the door brought Violet’s illusion of control crashing down, and she tried to hide her sudden rush of nerves as she opened it.
Her eyes widened at the man before her, seeing first his chest, a broad, imposing, muscular expanse beneath a black shirt that pulled taut with the slightest movement. She shifted her gaze upwards, past his collar-bone and still higher, to the sharp jaw line, attractive mouth with lips that curved down at the ends and eyes so dark they looked black to Violet, framed by black, slightly scruffy, curls on his head.
She stood there, silent, as she took him in.
“I hear you need help with a murder.” There was no inflection or intonation that told Violet he was joking, and her heart rate picked up as she took a step back, suddenly nervous.
“I–uh,” Violet stumbled over her words, and Xaden's lips quirked upwards, changing his whole demeanour to someone just as daunting, but marginally less menacing.
“Sorry,” his voice was smoother now, like rich red wine sliding pleasantly over her. “Promise I’m not actually here to hurt anyone.” He paused, his eyes raking appreciatively down her body, “unless you want that,” he added with a smirk.
Violet took another slow step backwards, gesturing for Xaden to step inside. He shut the door behind him, toeing off his shoes. Violet watched with a tug at her chest, it was far too natural, comfortable, like he did this every day, and maybe he did.
“Did you want a drink?” Violet asked a sudden bout of uncertainty roiling in her stomach.
He chuckled, glancing around the apartment before responding. “You don’t do this often, do you?”
“Honestly,” she paused, for a moment, and their eyes met. “Never.”
Xaden nodded, something like understanding crossing his face. “I’m guessing you’re not a beer drinker, so wine?”
Violet led them through to the open-plan kitchen-living space and Xaden immediately took up a space at the small loveseat as Violet pulled out one of her more expensive bottles of wine – she felt like she’d need it.
“If you’ve changed your mind, I can go,” he said.
“No,” she responded quickly. “Don’t go. Just one night stands aren’t normally my thing.” They were never her thing, sex had always been linked to her emotions – she’d never had sex with someone she didn’t believe she’d loved before.
He watched her as she poured the wine and nursed her glass after handing him one. His eyes were still on her as she took a nervous sip, nearly spilling it down her. It felt like he was seeing right through her, and it was not comfortable.
“Join me?” he asked eventually. She glanced at the much smaller than usual space left with uncertainty. Usually it was Violet and Rhiannon or Jesinia chilling out there, not a well built six-foot-something man. When he patted the seat next to him, Violet shuffled over, pulling her dress fruitlessly down as she took a seat as close to the armrest as possible before Xaden turned to her. “What do you want, Violet?”
The question took her aback. What did she want? Really? To feel loved, like she belonged.
Like she was wanted.
But she couldn’t say that to him – they’d only just met. Instead, her eyes gazed along his body, taking in every sculpted line of his muscles, every ridge and angle; every hard inch of him. She could feel the temperature between them increasing, the heat of his body radiating towards her in waves, tempting her closer.
“Today?” she released a breath, finally meeting his gaze. “You.”
He smirked, leaning towards her. “You can have me.”
“Why?” she asked, the single word sounding small. She cleared her throat and started again. “Why did you respond to me? It didn’t look like you actually wanted to be on there.”
Xaden shrugged. “I don’t normally do one-night stands.”
“Then why?” She asked, confused. “Respond to me, I mean?”
“Because you seem interesting. And you didn’t start the message like everyone else.” He lifted his hands to give mocking air quotes. “‘Hi, you’re hot, wanna meet?’”
“Really? No game at all?”
“Not on there, apparently,” he shrugged. “I leave them on read, but your violent message intrigued me. Also, you’re beautiful. I assumed you’d stolen a photo from online. Gods, Garrick would’ve laughed at me if that had happened.”
“Ha,” Violet laughed, “no, unfortunately, this is me. All five feet of me.” She hesitated for a moment, Xaden must have sensed she hadn’t finished because he waited for her to continue. “If it helps, I wasn’t going to join the app, my friend showed me some other guy on there, but your picture was next to his and… well…” she trailed off, biting her cheek uncertainly.
Xaden’s brows rose, a trace of what looked suspiciously like satisfaction crossing his face. “Well I’m honoured. And I stand by you being beautiful.” He smirked, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. “But if you also don’t usually do this, why tonight?”
Violet flushed, his eyes on her suddenly making her flustered.
“I just wanted… I don’t know. Someone, I guess,” she muttered.
Xaden nodded, hesitating for a second before gripping her jaw lightly, he pulled her face up to meet his eyes. His gaze was dark, steady, absolute. “And I’m available. It’s what the app is for, isn’t it.”
Violet swallowed, her voice a thin thread. “It is.”
“Then it’s settled, Violet. You can say stop whenever you like, and I will.”
He reached between them, fingers brushing as he carefully gripped the stem of her mostly empty wine glass, and she quickly finished it off before relinquishing it to him. She remembered him saying about liking control, that he was someone who took charge. An ache settled in the pit of her belly at the realisation, this was him doing just that.
She’d never particularly liked having a partner be at all dominating before. With Halden it had always resulted in her being under prepared and very uncomfortable for the next few days. But something about Xaden made her think that maybe giving up control this time wouldn’t be so bad.
His smirk faded into something more serious, something hungry as his thumb brushed her lower lip. Violet’s mouth parted from the touch, and she could hear every one of her breaths as he leaned in.
Xaden was surprisingly gentle at first, his lips softer than Violet had expected, Violet’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch. He discarded her glass behind him, and snaked his now free hand around her neck and slid carefully under the first knot of her braid, using just enough pressure there to tilt her head up.
His teeth grazed against her bottom lip then bit down, drawing a surprised gasp from her. Her hands gripped at the corded muscles of his shoulders, clinging to him desperately as his tongue slid over the bruised skin before plunging into her mouth, meeting hers as he explored her.
His hands wandered as they kissed, drifting over her dress. A shiver made its way down Violet’s spine, tingling from the touch.
Xaden broke the kiss almost as abruptly as he started it, pulling back just enough for his forehead to rest against hers, his hands stopping at her hips.
“Still okay?” he asked, his voice a little more raspy than it had been.
Violet breathed heavily for a moment longer before opening her eyes. “Yeah,” she said, her voice weak. As soon as she’d responded he started drawing circles against her hip, and she regretted the material of the dress being in the way.
“Stay here, or move?” he asked. Violet was sure it was another way to ask if she wanted to continue.
She swallowed, her eyes pinned on his dark ones. Then, taking a breath to center herself, she drew back. “Bedroom.”
Violet squealed in surprise when Xaden gripped her hips tighter and effortlessly lifted her so that she was straddling his legs. He shifted, pressing their bodies together.
“You’ll have to tell me where to go,” he said as he stood up, lifting her with him as if she weighed nothing. She flung her arms around him, keeping their bodies pressed together as he carried her towards the door.
“Second door,” she mumbled, burying her head into his neck. No one had ever carried her to bed before, and she was torn between the utter thrill of being handled, or being embarrassed at the notion.
Violet flicked on the light as they entered the room, and Xaden captured her mouth again in a deep, consuming kiss that stole all the air from her lungs. She immediately forgot her embarrassment, her focus on evaporating from the sheer heat of him. He tasted like mint, and something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
A hand snaked around her shoulders, fingers briefly tickling bare skin as he searched for the zip of her dress. She felt him smirk against her lips as all the material around her chest slackened. He leaned back just far enough for Violet to quickly shrug out of her bra, the bodice of the dress bunching around her hips.
Before she could think about the fact that she was quickly losing her clothes while he was still fully dressed, Xaden distracted her, lips tracing her jaw before dropping to her neck, paying particular attention to her pulse point. Violet let out a soft moan at the sensation.
With a final long stride, Xaden reached the bed and slowly eased her towards it, his lips and teeth grazing the skin of her collar-bone. When she was settled against the bed, he stepped to the side, so he wasn’t between her legs, and he held her gaze as he silently used both hands to tug the bunched dress down and off her legs in one sweep, discarding it to the floor. The sheets beneath felt cool against her heated skin, the only cover the underwear she was glad she’d put on.
His eyes raked along her body, mouth parted as he took in every inch of her. To her surprise, instead of pushing forwards, he took a step back, his roaming eyes feeling like they burnt everywhere they turned.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed, his eyes meeting hers. She hesitated, uncertain. She had touched herself before, of course, but never in front of anyone. “I want to know what you like, Violet.”
She slowly dragged the tips of her fingers along her body, skirting her breasts on the first pass, and allowing herself just the barest of touches the second.
Her movements were mechanical, like she was experiencing the scene from outside her own body.
He clasped her wrist, surprisingly gentle compared to what she expected, and Violet’s wide eyes jolted up to him.
“Pretend it’s me touching you, Violet. Show me how you want to be touched. Close your eyes if it helps.” She watched him for a bit longer, his eyes flicking between her eyes and lips. It was the last thing she saw before letting her lids fall shut and taking a steadying breath.
She let her hands travel again, doing her best to forget there was another person in the room as one hand skimmed over her breasts, running a thumb over a nipple before pinching it, and then swapping to the other side.
Her other hand slipped down her body, fluttering over the crux of her thighs and lower, and then using light pressure against the inside of her thigh as she trailed back to her underwear.
Her fingers dipped underneath, and she let out a sigh as she ran two fingers through her heat.
At a touch on her legs, her eyes flashed open, Xaden had his hands trailing up the outside of her legs, coming to a stop at her underwear. He waited there, his eyes on hers and it took Violet a moment to realise he was asking again. She nodded, her head falling back on the duvet as she lifted her hips slightly.
Her fingers carried on their movement, dipping one inside and curling it to just the right spot, letting out a gasp and sliding a second finger in, fingers at her chest moving in time with those within her.
Her eyes met his dark gaze and her breath hitched at the way his eyes roamed her body, one side of his lips tilted upwards, appreciating the view in front of him. She rocked her hips bringing herself closer to her orgasm, her breath stuttering, fire pooling low in her abdomen.
A low, guttural sound broke through her focus. “Stop.” His voice came out of nowhere, and Violet almost missed it, lost to her own pleasure. Her eyes opened wide, taking in the man still standing at the foot of the bed. She hadn’t heard any rustle of clothing, but his shirt was now gone, abs shamelessly on full show. Violet’s eyes slid lower, to the popped trouser button, and the hand that moved to a slow beat beneath.
A soft pressure against her thighs held her still, grounding her. She bit back a whine at the sudden halt of her pleasure, and let out several ragged breaths as she removed her hand. Before she could clean it on the duvet, Xaden had grasped it, pulling her fingers to his mouth. Her breath hitched as he encased her fingers, tongue swirling around them, cleaning her arousal off of her. He moaned appreciatively, and Violet was sure she almost came just from the sound.
Xaden released her hand, “Move down,” he said, his voice husky. “Gods, I want to taste you properly.” Violet felt the heat in her chest from his words. He captured her ankles, and she braced herself as he tugged her towards the edge of the bed.
She couldn’t help but admire the image in front of her as he fell to his knees. Her hands fisted in the sheets as he kissed up her inner thigh, pushing her legs further apart with the movement. He paused to press a kiss just above where she wanted him and then repeated the action on the other side, her leg jerking when he managed to nibble a sensitive spot.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Violet,” he rasped, hot breath pebbling her skin. His hands moved to her ass, pulling her a little closer before his mouth returned to her. “Fuck, you smell good, too.”
She already felt drawn tight, ready to release at any moment, but somehow she held on with the first pass of his tongue. Her hands flew to his hair at the sensation, nails digging into his scalp as she forced her fingers through the black locks, and tugged as he parted her again, lingering over her clit before pressing in towards her entrance. Violet’s hips bucked at the sensation, a string of moans escaping her that seemed to both make Xaden press in further and draw back.
When he drew her clit between his lips, laving it with attention, she cried out, her body clenching desperately as it searched for a release that Xaden denied her, moving his face up and pressing kisses onto her stomach instead.
“Oh gods, Xaden!” she cursed. Her voice was breathless, desire still throbbing through her as she tugged on his hair.
He smirked devastatingly up at her. “I like it when you say my name like that,” he said as he licked his lips, her eyes widening at the action. “And you taste even better than I expected.” His tongue brushed over her stomach and she shivered as the cool air hit her damp skin.
“Xaden, please,” she begged.
He chuckled softly, his breath tickling her skin, lips lingering for a beat before he spoke. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
He was back, his mouth enveloping her, tongue dipping, delving, flicking.
Violet’s hips rolled against him, increasing the pressure as she moaned. Several curses slipped out of her mouth as the fire grew to full force.
“Oh fuck, Xaden, I can’t!”
He wrapped his lips around her clit, and hummed. The vibration sent her over the edge, her back arching as her body shattered. She cried out his name as he continued to work his tongue around her, drawing out her orgasm until she was shuddering and jerking with each flick.
Xaden only pulled away when the intensity of her tremors began to subside. He lifted his head, mouth glistening and eyes glittering with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Violet gasped, chest rising rapidly as thoughts flooded back to her mind, one clearer than the others: There were no words to describe just how good that was. Another thought followed immediately after: Halden would never have done that.
She finally focused enough to catch Xaden’s eyes, which were watching her with something softer than he’d shown her all evening.
“Wow,” his words were barely more than a whisper, his breath coming quick and rough. His dark eyes were wide with something Violet couldn’t name. His eyes skated over her, she felt them linger on the flushed skin of her chest and the pulse point at her throat. One of his hands moved to stroke over those points, the sensation shot a heat through the fog in her body. “You okay?” he asked, his voice rougher but no less beautiful.
“More than,” she nodded, reaching a hand down to his face and drawing him up to her. He came willingly, slotting his thighs between Violet’s and leaning towards her. His body encased hers as she lifted her head to meet his, kissing him without a thought.
He instantly took control, deepening the kiss without hesitation, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. Hunger wiping away the brief softness. His fingers were back on her, gripping her hips, shifting her body back up the bed. Her hands found the band of his trousers, pushing them down. He grunted when she slipped one hand under the band of his briefs, eyes widening as her fingers brushed over the hard, heavy length of him.
She tried to move her hand, mentally cursing and swapping to push his briefs down to free him. His cock rested against his stomach, and Violet gripped it again, pumping her hand a few times. A carnal sound left his lips when she stroked her thumb over the tip. One of his hands flew to hers, prying it off of him and pinning it above her head.
She pulled away from his lips reluctantly, her mouth moving before he had a chance to reclaim her. “What, I don’t get equal time to play?” she challenged.
He smirked. “Not today, Violet.” The answer pulled something tight in her chest. Something about the way he said it: Not today. Like there would be another chance. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
She shivered, desperation seeping into her voice. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low, rasping rumble.
Violet’s brain short circuited as he released her pinned wrist, raking his free hand through her hair, gripping it towards the base of her scalp to hold her in place as he ravished her mouth.
Violet gasped, fingers grasping at her duvet when his fingers found her heat, moving through her in short movements that caught on her clit, drawing noises from her with each pass. It was like he’d made it a challenge to see how many moans he could get out of her.
Xaden pressed a finger into her, his thumb massaging her clit, and Violet cried out as he slipped a second in alongside. “So fucking perfect,” he breathed into her ear, thrusting and expertly curling his fingers as he sucked against the skin of her neck. Her whole body quivered as his fingers found the perfect spot within her.
The pleasure was instant, overwhelming, the fire in her belly felt like it was about to blaze. Her hips arched automatically, seeking the pressure. “Xaden, please,” she pleaded, her body tightening, needing just a bit more.
His hands were out of her before she could stop him, and her head tipped back onto the bed, breathing heavily. The sound of foil tearing drew Violet’s attention to him, and she watched as he expertly rolled on a condom, her breath catching as his ravenous gaze met hers.
“You sure?” he asked quickly.
“Please,” she whined, reaching to take him in her hand again. He fell back over her, perched on one arm, his free hand wrapped around Violet’s. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her arousal, and Violet’s breaths stuttered when he notched at her entrance.
He pressed in slightly, Violet’s eyes rolling as the pressure stretched her further. “Shit,” she cursed against his shoulder with a gasp. “So big.”
“You can take it, Violet,” his voice vibrated through her, and she wanted to believe him, she did. But he was huge.
He pulled out, his hand sliding back between her legs to tease her clit, the sensation forcing her hips back into the bed.
This time when he positioned himself, his lips fell to her breasts, teasing the nipple with teeth and tongue, drawing unintelligible noises from Violet’s lips. When he switched to her other breast, laving it with the same treatment, he pressed back in. Violet arched, breathing ragged, but he went slowly for her.
“So perfect for me, Violet,” he murmured, his breath cooling the damp part of her breast, making her shiver.
He paused as he was almost there, almost perfectly inside her, looking down at her with a tight jaw. “Breathe, Violet,” he cooed, his hand resting on her hip. “You’re so beautiful. I knew you could do it.”
He waited until her breathing evened slightly, pulling back an inch. Then with a deep, guttural groan, he drove into her. The pressure was unbearable, perfect, as he sank deep into her.
With a breathless keen she broke again, a violent, helpless shuddering taking her as he stretched her. Her hands flew from the sheets to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as her body seized around his.
Xaden didn’t give her a chance to breathe. As the last tremors subsided, he began to move, his first thrusts shallow and deliberate, knocking against the sensitive parts of her that were still thrumming from her orgasm. She trembled violently with each hit. Violet’s hips began to buck along with him, a frenzied movement as she searched for more.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his breath heavy against her ear as he pulled his hips back, and then snapped forward, pulling a strangled gasp from her lips. The pressure was already too much, her body tightening like a coil around him, exquisite and overwhelming.
She tried to focus on his face, but her eyes rolled back with every thrust. Her body consumed by the need to meet, or speed up, his rhythm. His pace was slow, punishingly so, keeping her with him rather than forcing her straight into another climax.
He dropped his hips, pushing deeper, the pressure in her gut sizzling back into a fire and all coherent thought dissolved.
“Xade-Plea-Need.”
His eyes locked on her face as his fingers travelled from her cheek with an almost delicate touch over her collar-bone, breasts, abdomen and slid easily between them.
“Fuck.”
“Let go,” he rasped, the control in his voice fraying.
With his free hand he tilted her hips, and Violet saw stars as he hit the perfect spot. She drew tighter, her body tensing. Every muscle seized in pleasure as she screamed his name, shock waves rippling through her body as his movements became more frantic, control evaporating into need.
He dropped his head, a ragged sound drawn from his lips as he slammed into her one last time. His forehead pressed into her shoulder, his body rigid as she clenched around him.
He lowered himself slowly as the waves of pleasure slowly wore off, his entire body encasing her in a sweaty heat, his breath tickling her hair. They remained like that, him softening inside Violet while they caught their breath.
A soft whine escaped Violet’s lips when Xaden slid out, the movement causing her oversensitive body to jerk briefly before falling limp again. A touch to her cheek brought her focus slowly in on him, lying on his side, looking at her with something akin to amazement.
“You okay?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair back from her face.
Violet nodded slowly, her eyes heavy.
“Did you need anything?”
She shook her head, and Xaden let out a soft laugh, all command seemingly gone.
“Words are useful, Violet.”
She turned her head to face him, a soft, sleepy smile on her lips.
“Hold me, if you’re offering,” she rasped.
Xaden raised a brow. “I’m not one for post-sex cuddles.”
She attempted a half-hearted shrug in response. “You asked.”
He shook his head in exasperation, but Violet caught the upwards twitch of his lips as her eyes slid shut.
She assumed he’d gone, letting himself out of the house and out of her life. A surprised gasp tore from her when she felt him wiping a damp towel over her body, and she shivered from the coolness.
A minute later she felt the bed dip behind her, and the press of hot, naked skin against her back, an arm snaking around her to hold her in place. It was comfortable, warm. Perfect.
He was gone by the time she woke up, of course he was. A wave of disappointment washed over her at the thought. It was only supposed to be one night, that’s what the app was for, but somewhere through the evening, she’d lost sight of that. The only evidence he’d even been there was the lingering smell of sex and the ache in her body. She’d never been made to feel so good, so precious and powerful. It was invigorating, she needed more.
She bit her bruised lip as she opened her phone, her eyes widening, and a wide smile blooming on her face.
Xaden
Violet, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I left a bottle of water on your bedside table - drink all of it.
Let me know if you’d like a round 2, I’ll make myself available.