Chapter 499
Violet was slowly kissing his abs now. The lingering scent of sandalwood from his soap mixed with his scent was driving her insane. Her libido was at an all-time high and all she could think about was him. Them. Him. She wanted them all.
Her mouth kept trailing lower, lips brushing the ridges of his toned stomach until they reached the sharp V-lines carved into his abdomen. She paused there, kissing the spot intentionally, then looked up at Griffin with that naughty smile on her face that spelt trouble. She planned to ruin him.
Griffin breath stuttered. His chest was rising too fast now, like he’d been caught in a sprint. His eyes were locked on hers and he could already tell where this was headed. He swallowed hard, heat pulsing through him.
Yeah. He was in trouble. The good kind.
Then Violet leaned in and dragged her tongue along the deep grooves of his V-line. She did it slowly as if tasting ice cream, savoring every sculpted dip and ridge. Follow current nová´‡ls on.net
Griffin cursed under his breath, fists clenching at his sides. His jaw tightened, and he fought the urge to grab her right then. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. His abs flexed involuntarily, the heat pooling fast in his groin. One more second of this and he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Violet His voice came out hoarse, strained. “You do that one more time, and I swear
But Roman, still watching from the bed, said with a smirk, “Go on, baby girl. Don’t stop now.”
This time, Violet went lower, her lips brushing along the thick outline of his cock, hard and straining against his pants.
“Dear God,” Griffin hissed through his teeth, his hips twitching beneath her.
But Violet showed no mercy. She kept tracing every curve like she owned it, her tongue teasing him until the front of his pants turned damp. He wasn’t going to last at this rate and if he was going to come, it would be in her mouth—Violet wasn’t in the mood to waste a single drop.
Voilet might be on her knees, but there was nothing submissive about the way she looked up at him.
Her eyes burned with desire as she pressed her palm against his bulge, rubbing with slow, calculated pressure.
She purred, “Do you want me, mate?”
“F-fuck, I do,” Griffin breathed, his voice strained. “More than anything you can imagine.”
“Then take it off,” she ordered.
Griffin didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped in seconds, and Violet’s eyes gleamed when his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already leaking. He looked so damn beautiful.
“Good boy,” Violet praised, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer until his cock hovered right in front of her lips. Her breath ghosted over the tip, but she didn’t take him in. Not yet.
This wasn’t like Violet, but damn, her being in control was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Roman let out a low whistle from where he lounged. “Fuck, if that’s how our queen claims her throne, I’ll kneel anytime.”
The sight of Violet bending Griffin to her will was just so damn arousing. And he couldn’t just be in the sidelines anymore.
“Let me help,” Roman growled, rising to his feet. His voice was rough, and hungry. “You shouldn’t have all the fun alone, dear mate.”
Violet said. “Fine, but you follow my lead. Touch me only when I say so.”
Roman smirked. “As you wish, princess.”
Griffin, the victim groaned as Roman stepped in behind Violet, lowering himself to his knees. His hands skimmed her thighs while she still had her lips brushing against Griffin’s cock, torturing him with heat and denial.
“You want to fuck my mouth, don’t you?” Violet asked, licking her lips slowly. “Too bad you’ll only take what I give.”
In that split second, Griffin wondered who the hell had possessed Violet. Then all thought escaped his head as she wrapped her mouth around him—just the tip—and drew him in, inch by inch, at her own pace until her nose was nearly buried against his lower abs.
Holy God almighty.
Griffin jerked, eyes rolling back. If this was how he died, so be it.
Violet sucked him slowly with no rush at all. Her tongue circled the sensitive underside, her nails biting into his thighs just enough to anchor him in place, to remind him who was in charge
“Damn,” Roman muttered behind her, voice hoarse. “You look so fucking good with your mouth full, baby girl.”
Violet didn’t look at him. She didn’t need to. Her hand reached back between her thighs, found Roman’s, and guided his fingers exactly where she wanted them. Right on her clit.
Her hips bucked slightly as he caught the rhythm, her slick folds coating his fingers. Roman grabbed her hip with his other hand, grounding himself, while she carried on controlling the scene. Right now, Violet had them both—one in her hands, and the other on his knees.
Still sucking Griffin at her wicked pace, Violet ground her hips backward into Roman’s touch, the pressure firm and her message saying: Keep going. Do better.
Griffin in question couldn’t form a coherent thought. His knuckles had turned white and he was tempted to grab Violet by the hair and take control of the pleasure. But he was not in control. Violet was working him like she knew every nerve ending and owned him in that moment, completely.
Roman growled in his throat. “So greedy tonight, little mate.” he muttered, fingers slipping between her folds, then circling her clit harder this time, exactly how she’d shown him.
Violet moaned around Griffin’s cock, the vibration making him twitch violently in her mouth.
“Fuck… Violet,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
But she didn’t stop and kept going.
The wet suck of Violet’s lips, her ragged breaths, and the obscene sound of Roman’s fingers flicking her slick clit, all blended into one filthy, perfect symphony that shattered Griffin’s control.