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As soon as I have the condom in hand, Donovan is hovering over me, his clothes discarded. He turns me to my back and runs his fingertips down the side of my face, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“So fucking beautiful.” His voice is low, raw, barely restrained. “Put it on me, Violet.”
I shiver, unwrapping the condom as he sits up and straddles my thighs. Once I get it out of the package, I let my eyes wander and settle on his very generous length. I roll the condom on slowly, tormenting the both of us. His head falls back, and he groans as my hand glides over his wide tip and down his length, briefly dipping down to massage his balls.
His chest rumbles with a growl as he slips between my legs and lines himself up at my entrance. “I want your eyes on me, Violet. Close them or look elsewhere and I stop. Do I make myself clear?”
I manage a nod, pretty sure I swallowed my tongue. I didn’t expect this more dominant side from Donovan, but I couldn’t be more pleased. I love a man who isn’t afraid to boss me around. And also toss me around. A little manhandling never hurt anyone.
He lines himself at my entrance but doesn’t push inside. Not yet. I can see the question written all over his face, and I nod, giving him my full consent.
“Fuck.” Donovan grunts as he thrusts into me, burying himself in my pussy.
On instinct, I squeeze my eyes closed, but then remember his threat, and immediately pop them open. His gaze captures mine, and I’m a goner.
He feels so fucking good buried inside me, stretching me to fit around him. Being this close to Donovan, this connection, is intense, and I’m not sure how to process what I’m feeling. I know every one of my emotions is written plainly across my face, and with his demand for eye contact, I’m sure he can read me like a book.
And the way he’s looking at me… It’s like I’m his treasure to hoard. His princess to spoil. With his undivided attention, I feel like I’m the sexiest woman alive. He doesn’t just look at me like I’m another pretty face. He peels back my superficial layers to see who I really am, not what I look like. It’s thrilling to feel seen, to be cherished.
“So good, Violet,” he murmurs, pulling back and plunging back in. He fucks me at a slow pace, gliding in and out of me with measured strokes.
Donovan runs the tip of his nose alongside mine and feathers his lips across my mouth, kissing each corner before I arch up to meet him in a chaste kiss. As his pace increases, so does the intensity of the kiss. He bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. He laves my lip with his tongue before tangling it with mine.
His hands are all over me. In my hair, along the side of my face, trailing down my neck, and then squeezing my breasts. I whimper his name, arching into his hands as he pinches my nipples, the sharp pain making me cry out. He follows the pinch with a gentle rub, circling the tightened bud with his fingers before repeating the process.
The bite of pain followed by his light caress makes things more intense, more pleasurable. It’s not long before my body quivers, my core tightens, and I’m at the edge of bliss.
Donovan increases his tempo, driving into me at a frenzied pace. He pulls back, drawing my gaze back to his, continuing his ministrations with my nipples.
“That’s it. Eyes on me.” His voice is strained, his blue eyes wild. This is Donovan on the verge of losing control, and I want nothing more than to take him over the edge with me. “Come for me, Violet. Come on my fucking cock.”
His harsh words throw me head first into heaven. My pussy constricts around him as my body trembles and quakes. I shout his name. I scratch down the length of his back. I might even sink my teeth into his shoulder. Everything around us disappears and it’s just the two of us, swimming through a sea of stars.
Donovan’s groan is loud, his hips slamming into me, and with one final thrust, he grunts my name. He bucks into me, his muscles tensing everywhere, before he stills and collapses on top of me.
We lie like that for a little while. Donovan’s head buried in my shoulder as he struggles to catch his breath, and I draw lazy circles on his back.
That was… I don’t know if I even have words to describe it. It was this raw and carnal connection that felt more real than anything in my entire life. Donovan was made to destroy me. He was made to ruin me for every other man.
This is why things never worked out between us ten years ago. I wasn’t ready. That wasn’t our time. This is.
Only I’m leaving at the end of the week, and we’ll go back to our completely separate lives. At least we’ll have this.
“Holy fucking shit.” Donovan lifts himself up, sliding out of me, and rolling over to his side. “I think you almost killed me.”
“Are you complaining?” I roll over to face him and arch a brow.
He runs a hand down his face and huffs a laugh. “Absolutely not. I think that just means I need more practice. I’m thinking two or three more times. Tonight. And then there’s tomorrow.”
“I do have a party to throw together too,” I remind him with a smile as he reaches out and takes my hand, folding it under his.
“Pretty sure we can do some of it from bed. Maybe listen to some more of that sexy music—oh, you never did tell me your plan.”
“That’s because someone mauled me at the vineyard.”
He narrows his eyes playfully and leans forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You kissed me first.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” I give his hand a squeeze before rolling out of bed to clean up. By the time I get back to the bedroom, Donovan is already tucked under the sheets, scrolling through his phone.
