He tweaked her pussy, running his finger over the tip. He watched her reaction to his touch. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. He wanted her to scream her pleasure. He wanted to hear and feel the evidence of her release.

Leaning down, he kissed her lips. Tasting her and loving her mouth. She lay so calmly under him. He pushed down the desire to wrap the silk cuffs he had at the top of his headboard. Violet needed slow, long loving before he could introduce her to his other side. He ran his hand down her stomach, relishing the quiver as he pressed against her stomach. He ran it down further until his palm rested on her pussy. Her pubic hair was wet from her arousal. Using his middle finger, he slipped between her silken wet folds, pressing the tiny nub at the top. She jerked in his arms, and he knew she'd never touched herself. The woman beneath him was innocent in every way.