Too Human - Forbidden book 1

Chapter Thirty seven - Jager

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I started unbuttoning her shirt and when that was to slow I just popped the buttons off the shirt, she didn’t seem to mind. Until I could see her scars and suddenly she went still.

“Violet?” I asked, pulling back.

She took a breath and shook her head, touching a burn on her stomach.

I growled, angry that her uncle had done this to her and make her so scared, so self conscious.

 I pulled her shirt and tossed it to land with my shirt. I touched the same scar, the one next to a dozen others she had and then took her chin in my hands, making her look up at me. “Violet, you are so beautiful.”

She pulled a face at me and to prove my point I bent down, kneeling in front of her and kissed that same scar. She giggled.

“So beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

She chuckled. “No, I’m much too good for you. Unfortunately, I fell for you, so you’re stuck with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She worked me out of my jeans and I helped her with hers. I gripped her rear, my mouth on her throat and breasts and she pulled her body against mine. I slid my hands down her thighs and pulled them up around my waist, opening her to me.

I brought her over to the bath and seated myself on the edge, balancing Vee in my lap.

I unsnapped the front closure on the wispy piece of satin, baring her breasts and suddenly felt fevered. My hands itched to touch her, so I did, brushing my fingertips along her curves, flicking his thumb over her nipples.

      God help me, the soft moan of pleasure that escaped from her throat hardened my cock to agonizing degrees. I skimmed my palm down her side to rid her of her panties.

      Blood pumped through me searing hot at the sight of her, naked in front of me.

I carefully eased Violet down into the warm bath. She moaned with clear approval as she sank into the warm water, she visibly relaxed, her shoulders drooping against the towel I quickly put behind her so she wasn’t leaning against the cold porcelain.

She kissed me, forcing a groan of pure male pleasure from deep within me. When she finally broke contact, she was breathing hard, her eyes lit with a need that mirrored mine.

“I want you naked with me in here. Now,” she demanded.

How could I resist? I obeyed, climbing into the bath with her, fully engorged and eager for her.

My fangs were throbbing and had stretched long behind my lips.

      I stepped into the water, sinking down to face her. I wanted nothing more than to haul her close, drag her into the cradle of my thighs and sheath myself to her hilt in one long stroke.

But I would let her set their pace for now.

Even if the restraint killed me.

      Violet glided toward me, climbed on top of me, straddling me. She bent forward at the waist, her fingers finding my thighs beneath the surface of the bath. She squeezed the taut muscles, kneaded them, then firmly rode their length in slow, delicious torment.