Page 39 of Mariposa (Queens Command #1)

KADE

W e were supposed to fuck all night, but she tapped out after the fourth orgasm.

And when I say tapped out, I mean passed out .

She fainted when I had her bent over, her curvy ass on full display.

Her back to my chest, licking and nipping on her neck when we both came at the same time.

I filled her up with my cum, with slow deep strokes, my hands gripping her ass cheek until it turned red, with my other hand around her throat.

All the windows were fogged up. Our bodies were covered in a thick layer of sweat when her body went limp in my arms. I thought I had killed her for a second there with the way she went lifeless.

Thankfully, she still had a pulse. I should’ve asked her to come to my room where the AC actually works, but we were too busy fucking like it was our last night on this Earth to stop.

I lay her down in the bed, covering her with a thin blanket, and she lets out a cute whimper in her sleep. Fuck, I could keep fucking her until I die if she lets me.

If things were different .

I don’t want to think of the consequences. I don’t want to see her with another man, either.

I clear my throat. The need to hold her comes over me. Climbing back into her small bed, with my hand on her breast, I pull her closer. She shifts and climbs onto my chest, still asleep, pinning me down on my back. Five minutes later, light snores vibrate against my chest tattoo.

I chuckle, moving my wet hair out of my face to watch her sleep. My eyes shut, and the demons and phantoms of war are gone. My mind empties of everything but butterflies.

Suddenly, Violet starts to fidget. Her nails accidentally rake my skin, leaving a trail of red. Her lids are still closed, but her arm lurches over my abs. I grab hold of her wrist, soothing her skin up and down with my fingers.

“D-Dad…n-no…”

“Please. I’m s-sorry.”

Those are the only words I can make out of her murmuring through pursed lips. She’s still asleep, but whatever is on her mind haunts her.

Is she having a nightmare about her father?

She jolts awake with a deep breath, sucking in air as if she can’t breathe. Warmth slides down her cheeks and onto my chest. Her chest rises and falls hastily as she buries her face deeper into my chest, like she doesn’t want me to let her go.

“Violet. Were you having a nightmare?” I ask as gently as possible.

My thumb swipes her tears away, but she’s still unable to look at me.

Silence .

“What was happening?”

“I stopped breathing in my sleep. I thought I was drowning,” she concedes, sweat dripping down her brow.

I don’t bring up what she said in her sleep. All I’m worried about is making sure she’s okay. Still, what happened to her father? He’s her reason to join the military, and I want to know why her mother treats her so cruelly because of it.

I tilt her chin up to meet mine, and she doesn’t resist. I get lost in her honey eyes and quickly press my lips against her soft ones, then swipe them with my thumb. She hums, enjoying the gesture, dipping her head until it entirely rests in my palm.

“Let’s go to my room.”

She shakes her head.

“No…we can’t get caught. We shouldn’t risk it. It was just a nightmare. I’m okay, really.”

I hush her with a thumb to her lips.

“Violet. I don’t like liars, and I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you.”

The weekend is a blur of insatiable lust. I’ve fucked Violet Isla every which way I can think of, bending and folding her, claiming every inch of her body. It’s a four-day weekend, and I’m soaking up every single second.

Since her AC isn’t working, she stays every night in my room and sets an alarm for six in the morning to return. Today, she woke me up with my dick in her mouth. I fucked her throat hard, and then I switched to her pussy. She collapsed in my arms and fell back asleep.

This is the first time I’ve slept with a woman who wasn’t Penny. After the fucking is done, I leave or she does, but this time? I’ve slept the best I have in fucking years. Since joining the military, I have only gotten three to four hours per night, max.

Morning comes around, and the golden sun peeks through my blinds.

Before 0630, I lurch toward Violet’s cell and turn off all the alarms. Dropping her phone to the nightstand, I rise to my feet, naked.

I turn around and watch her breathe peacefully.

I can’t unglue my eyes from the angel that sleeps in my bed.

I’m addicted. Crossing my arms over my chest, I feel the happiest I’ve felt in a long time, and it’s because of her.

And she hasn’t had another nightmare since our first time together.

She nestles deeper into the pillow with a sweet hum. I need to go before I end up balls deep inside her, fucking her awake…or eating her pussy. I’ll take either. Or both.

I grab my workout clothes from the drawers because I have plans to run five miles around base before I hit the gym.

It’s my routine, and I love routine; I thrive on it, and yet I’m gladly letting this beautiful, stubborn woman throw it off because it always ends with my cum dripping down her legs or her throat.

She’s just…different than any other woman I’ve ever known. I want to keep her here with me a little longer.

I look down to see my cock already harder than a fucking rock, throbbing painfully, and it demands her attention. Dammit. No, I’ll let her sleep because she does it so beautifully. I don’t want to wake her.

I run into the bathroom and take a cold, five-minute shower. The water runs down my back as I palm the tiles, and it runs through my hair as my mind travels to the beautiful woman in my bed.

I’m her damn boss, seventeen years older than her, and yet here she is in my bed, and not a single part of me gives a fuck. I know it’ll end; I know that…but right now, she’s mine. I’ve got a taste of heaven, and I want to drain it out of her until she only worships me.

As soon as I finish, Violet’s voice calls out for me.

“Kade?”

I come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. My stomach empties with a nervous sting at what Violet’s discovered.

My hip collides with the wall as I hastily approach my work desk, desperate to hide my art.

It’s full of my finished wooden projects and carving tools.

I’m passionate about my work—only three people know about my private hobby.

Now four, and that’s too damn much.

“You’re not supposed to be looking at that.

” My steps are loud as I stalk over to her.

I reach over her shoulder and try to pull away the wooden eagle.

She gives me her back and curls in on herself, not allowing me an angle to retrieve it, smacking my hand away repeatedly with a menacing grin on her cute face.

I step back, embarrassed.

I scrunch my nose and play with the nape of my neck as I accept defeat.

Shit .

“It’s not my best work,” I whisper.

“Kade…” She turns around with a cheerful smile as she runs her finger through all the details of the wings. Tracing the feathers one by one. “This is amazing! Did you do this?” she chirps excitedly, her straight white teeth glistening in the sun.

“Yeah, I did,” I admit, my jaw tensing.

“It’s so detailed. The way you carved the eyes? There’s emotion behind them.” She pauses as her brown eyes narrow. “How long did it take you to do this?” She glances at me quickly before shifting the eagle to a different angle.

Wait, she cares to know?

“A couple of weeks. I do it whenever I have time away from work.”

“Oh wow,” she replies, studying the claws. The pads of her dainty fingers run over the smooth Texas ebony wood.

“You like it?”

“I love it!”

My heart skips a beat as the tune in her eyes shifts into something bright.

She… loves it .

“You don’t think it’s stupid or a waste of time?” I counter, expecting her to take the compliments back. She doesn’t know how much this means to me.

“What? Of course not. This is incredible. Can I keep it?” She holds it to her chest tightly. Her lips tilt into a wide smile as her two front teeth dig into her bottom lip.

Fuck.

I throw my towel on the floor, take the eagle away, and place it back on my nightstand. She stares at my already-hardened cock as I fist it from base to tip. Her tongue sweeps over her lips. That fucking tongue. I already miss the way she wraps it around me.

“I’m going to rip your clothes off now.”

A pink hue forms on her full cheeks, and her head bobs slowly.

“Yes, please.”

Grabbing her by the back of her thighs, I lift her into the air seamlessly as she lets out a loud gasp.

Before she can finish whimpering, I steal the air she breathes out and claim her mouth with my tongue.

She looks flawless in my shirt, but even better without it.

I help her lift it off her head, and her full breasts bounce.

Her brown nipples are exposed, making my mouth water.

“Fuck, your nipples are hard, like the needy slut you are.” I fist her hair to the side and drag my tongue up and down her neck until I have a mouthful of her nipple. I suck hard until I bite down.

She moans, pulling my hair and bringing my face closer to her flesh.

“You like me sucking on your tits, don’t you?”

“Yes, Kade.”

“What about here?” I slap her clit.

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Your beauty wounds me. It breaks me and renders me powerless. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect? Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She lets out a guttural moan as I insert two fingers inside her dripping pussy. She cups my face, kissing me desperately, riding my fingers.

“Keep riding my fingers, baby.”

“No.” She takes my fingers out.

“No?”

“I want your cum. Fill me up, Kade. Give it all to me right now. I want to finish on your cock.” Her honey eyes sparkle with desire.

Whatever she wants, I’ll give it to her with no hesitation. Letting her fall to the ground, I smack her ass hard and watch the skin ripple. Violet’s beautiful curves and full ass have more blood rushing to my dick.

“Hands on the wall,” I growl. She twists around and looks over her shoulder as I lube myself up with her own liquid arousal. I run the tip through her slit until I’m at her ass. A brow arches, and she flushes a brighter crimson.

“I want to fuck every part of you.”

“You want to fuck me until I’m full of your cum, Kade?

” she taunts me with a deep curl of her plump lips.

There she goes again with that filthy fucking mouth.

I’m going to bite her lips while I fuck her from behind.

She launches her lips against mine, her tongue driving inside, swirling with mine like it was made for me as I continue my deep, slow thrusts.

“Rail me until it’s painful,” she challenges with a smile that will always have me on my knees and willingly turn into her yearning, pining prisoner.

Jesus .

I pull out and immediately regret it.

I need to be inside her. My cock jumps at the chemistry I didn’t know I could ever find. She faces me. The tip collides with her stomach, and she looks down, admiring it. Her cravings match mine perfectly. She isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants.

I walk away from the wall, pulling her toward me until we’re in the center of my room. I lift her into the air, and she yelps, hooking her arms around my neck. Her wet pussy drips all over my groin. I push my fingers into her mouth, and her pupils dilate until I can barely see the brown.

“Suck.”

She loves to be told what to do.

Her warm mouth leaves them wet and sloppy before I pull them out. She moans with a gaping mouth. Pumping herself on my tip at the same time, rubbing her clit on me, her head dips back until she’s facing the ceiling.

“Good girl.”

With one thrust, I drive back home into her tight pussy.

I fuck her while standing, biting into her shoulder, marking her.

Pulling my fingers out, I dig them into her skin instead, hugging her curvy ass, ruthlessly claiming her the way we both desire.

She bobs on my dick, moaning sweet melodies into my ear the entire time.

“ Fuck me .”

“ Harder, Kade .”

“ I want your cum, give me your cum, please !”

I spill inside her with a feral growl, holding her in place as she goes limp in my arms. She kisses my neck, her lips brushing against the scar on my neck.

Switching to her teeth, she sinks them in until I release a hiss and harshly pull her hair.

The painful pleasure drives us both wild.

Her nails are still scratching my back until I’m bleeding.

I love it when she makes me bleed; I’d gladly bleed for her all fucking night.

Catching our breath, we’re both coming down from our nirvanic climaxes as we hold onto each other.

“I like you…a lot, Kade,” she admits shyly.

Breathing hard still, I run my hands through her long, soft hair.

I want to remind her of our cruel fate, that she and I will end, but hold my tongue.

“I’m not good at letting anyone in, Violet. I don’t hold onto things well. I’m not meant for that. Quite frankly, I’m not sure how to do that.”

“You’re doing it now, and you’re doing it just right.”

I quirk a brow, unable to believe the words coming from her mouth. I don’t like being lied to. Still hearing her say these good things, I feel undeserving.

When the mission ends, so will whatever we’ve been doing. I should end it now because, as strong as Violet is, I can feel her getting attached to me with how she looks at me, full of hope, mesmerized.

This has to end…but not right now.