Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 19

"Yes. I'm hoping you'll say yes and put me out of my misery."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I'll have to convince you how nice I can be." He kissed her on the lips. Demon cupped her ass, bringing her body against his. Violet would be the first woman he'd had in his bed for over a week and hadn't fucked. "So, what will it be? To stay or not to stay?"

"Where else would I go?" she asked.

"Nowhere. You can stay with me through choice and have fun, or you can stay with me and still have fun but pretend that you don't."

"How is that a good choice, Mr. Ashwood?"

"Because at least I asked, Miss Moore."

Both of them chuckled. "Okay. I'll stay with you, but you've got a condition."

"Already after my blood," he said teasingly.

"Will you give me a proper tour of the house?"

"Please," she said.

"Okay. Now let's shower before we fall asleep on the spot." He didn't give her time to protest before he was pulling her into the shower with him. Her clothes he pushed to the floor. The hot water cascaded down her body seconds before he joined her.

He delighted in seeing her ass, her curvy body exposed to his touch. Grabbing the soap, he attended to her first, soaping her back, boobs and legs before replacing the sponge he'd been using with his hands.

With care, he caressed her boobs, bringing them from between her lips. Circling the dark, he moved down her body, smoothing along her stomach before he cupped her boobs.

Most of the soap had been washed away from his hands. Sliding a finger between her silken wet folds, he touched her pussy. She jumped in his hands. Her head lay on his shoulder.

"Demon," she said.

"I want to give you pleasure." He kissed her neck, kissing a trail of moisture with his tongue. "I want to fuck you, Violet. I'm desperate to be inside you."

She moned. Her hand went between them. Demon closed his eyes, knowing she wasn't ready for him. The passion he felt for her pushed him to the edge. He didn't know how much longer he could go on without being with her. The need to claim her as his own was driving him crazy. Closing his eyes, he imagined sinking in a tight cunt, feeling her pulse around him. Instead, he worked for his hands over her. She opened her legs wider to receive him, the little mouse flowering beneath his expert touch. Violet was withdrawn and shy, but when she was alone with him, something happened. In the moments alone together they became each other's world. Nothing else mattered but what they shared together. Touching her, Demon thrust his cock against her hand. His release was so close to the surface. Her hands were like two pleasure sensors going off inside his body. Beautiful and powerful.

"Come for me, Violet. I want to hear you scream for me." She melted. Her body shook as she let go, the release rushing through her. Biting down and sucking on her neck, Demon shot his seed in the shower stall. The white, washed away down the drain as their bodies came back. He turned off the water and helped her out of the stall, rubbing her down and drying her hair before doing the same to himself. Demon picked her up in his arms and walked her back to their bed. Everything he owned was hers now. He couldn't imagine living life without her.

He laid her on the bed and turned off the lights before joining her. They didn't go to sleep straight away. For the longest time, they lay in the dark, staring at each other.

"Is it always like this?" she asked.

"I don't know. I've never been like this with anyone."

"I haven't either. No man has ever made me feel the way you do."

"How do I make you feel?" He cupped her face, stroking the smooth cheek.

"Like little explosions going off inside my body. When you are near me, I know I'm safe. That nothing bad is going to happen. You make me happy. No one has ever made me laugh before. You make me feel normal. This life seems so surreal to me. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up."

"Do you think you could tell me that with the light on?" he asked.

"I don't know."

Demon leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She opened it for him instantly. Never had he been with a woman and played with her in a bed for a week or so, and not fuck to her. Being with Violet meant more to him than having quick sex. Simply holding her gave him so much peace that he imagined he could live without fucking.

Her ass vibrated down his body, getting his cock hard instantly. It didn't matter how many times he was with her, he never wanted it to end.

Hours passed, and they lay kissing each other, their torches burning like flames between them, an unexplained force bringing them closer together. When he pulled away, he held her in his arms as her breathing changed and sleep took hold.

Staring at her in the dark, he watched her sleep. Her face turned up to him. One hand rested on him as the other lay down by her side. She was so still and beautiful, utterly mesmerizing to him.

"I love you, Violet Moore," he whispered, kissing her on the temple. Demon closed his eyes. For the time being, his instincts were at bay. He wondered how long that would last when his very future lay in his arms.

The following morning, Violet woke up to the scent of coffee. Even in the large house, the rich Italian blend could be smelled. The only reason she knew it was Italian was from her hunt of the kitchen cupboards the night before.

Stretching out her body, she glanced in the dip of the bed where Demon had been hours before. She thought she'd heard him moving around earlier but had been too exhausted to get out of bed herself.

She got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Once she finished with the toilet, she stood naked in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Not much had changed in the last week. She was still Violet Moore with a past she didn't want to think about. Looking at herself, she wondered if it was possible to forget the past and move on. To be able to have a future without fear. Running fingers through her bed hair, she thought about her life. Dominic wouldn't bother to come for her. For one, he had no knowledge of her existence. The second, why would he risk his life for the sake of a whore's daughter? None of her earlier fears made any sense to her.

Smiling to herself, she brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and got some clothes on. Her mind was made up. Fearing about her past would only ruin her future. She liked Demon, and could possibly be in love with him. She wanted to be with him completely, to have with him something her mother never could have: love.

Life was about taking chances. This could be her chance to find something for her life.

Violet walked down the stairs to see a woman hanging off of Demon's arm. Violet stopped as she took in the scene. The woman stood with her arms wrapped around his body, every part of her begging him not to let go. From the distance away from the couple, Violet saw the emotion on her face. Tumbling back into her old world, she remembered seeing many women with the same expression on their faces. Begging the men to stay with them one extra day. To pull them out of the life of misery and hell.

"Please, give me another chance. I want you. I love you. I can be everything you need."

"Get up off the floor, Olivia," Demon said. Violet froze from the cold sound of his voice. She'd been within for a few weeks, and he'd never spoken to her with such anger in his voice.