shameless kane thirst

"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"

My heart races as Kane leans down to kiss me. A perk of his new mask is it leaves his mouth exposed. We share a chaste kiss, Kane not being a fan of PDA. His hand cups my cheek as he whispers "I love you" for only me to hear.

We thank the officiant and he hands me our marriage license. I stare at it in awe as we make our way out of the chapel. If you told me a few years ago that Kane and I would be getting married in Vegas, I would have thought you were insane. Hell, if you told me a weeks ago that I would be coming home to a diamond ring, I wouldn't have believed it.

The sun is starting to set and the night life is beginning to ramp up. "Well, my dear husband, what would you like to do to celebrate?" I was hoping he would be willing to go bar hopping. Vegas is one of the few places we can party without worrying about Kane sticking out in his mask. He pulls me closer and gives me a mischievous smile. "I want to go back to the hotel and fuck my hot wife."

His words send a rush of heat through me. Why does being called his wife turn me on so much? "Sold." I interlock our fingers and begin pulling Kane down the sidewalk to our hotel. Luckily, we booked one that wasn't far from the chapel. The elevator was blissfully empty as I hit the button for the tenth floor. As soon as the doors shut, he pins me between the wall and his body.

Kane grabs my thigh and hitches it over his hip. His lips crash into mine as I tangle my fingers into his curls. This man will be the death of me. The sharp contrast between the warmth of his mouth and the cold leather of his mask makes me shiver.

The doors open and Kane scoops me up effortlessly. "Careful, your arm is still healing" I warn, worry evident in my tone. Kane had been out of action since April when he tore his bicep at a house show. I've been so lonely traveling without him. "You're not heavy enough for me to reinjure myself" he assures. He unlocks the door and carries me over the threshold. The glittering lights of the Vegas strip illuminate the room. Everything about this feels so surreal.

Kane sets me down and I kick off my high heels . "Give me like 2 seconds, I need to get the pins out of my hair." I flip on the lights in the bathroom and make my way over to the mirror. My ring sparkles brightly in the lights of the vanity. The weight of it on my hand will take some getting used to.

I'm pulling the last of the bobby pins out of my hair when I see Kane approaching me in the mirror. His button up and tie are gone, leaving him in just a white tee shirt and his slacks. He's gotten leaner since his injury but still fills out his formal clothes in a way that should be illegal. Strong arms circle my waist as he kisses my neck and rests his head on my shoulder. I can tell he's trying to avoid looking at his reflection.

It took a lot of time and trust building for Kane to show me his face. I had been prepared for a mess of scars and burns. When I finally saw him, I was shocked. Kane looks completely normal, handsome even in my opinion. I did some research and all signs point to body dysmorphia. He is convinced that he is horribly disfigured, a result of the trauma from the fire. Nothing I say or do will change his perception of himself so I just show him as much love as I can. He knows I don't see him as a monster and that's enough for him.

His body molds to mine and I can feel his hard cock press into my back. Kane's mouth returns to my neck and his teeth graze over me before biting down. It's not enough to break the skin but it'll definitely leave a mark. A needy whine leaves my mouth as I feel him press his lips to the same spot. His facial hair brushes over my skin and gives me goosebumps.

Kane spins me around and sets me up on the counter. My thighs part as he pulls me flush against him. He grinds against me slowly and deliberately, the friction just enough to tease and leave me aching for more. Without warning, he kneels infront of me, hooking his fingers into my panties and sliding them down my legs.

Kane pulls me forward until I'm just barely on the ledge of the counter. He bunches the tulle skirt of my dress up around my waist and rests my thighs on his shoulders. His eyes are feral as I feel him start to mouth at my pussy. The first drag of his tongue has me crying out his name.

My head falls back as he laps at me teasingly. "Oh god" I gasp as he gently sucks my clit into his mouth. My fingers thread through his hair and tug lightly on the strands. Kane's grip on my thighs tightens as he moans against me. He alternates between light suction and flicking his tongue across my clit. It feels so fucking good. A mixture of his saliva and my arousal begins to spread onto my inner thighs. I grind back against his face as I feel myself get closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Kane pulls away at the last second and leaves me tetering on the brink of an orgasm. The whine that escapes my mouth would be embarrassing if I wasn't so desperate for him. He looms over me, licking his lips with a smirk. A far cry from the unsure virgin he was a few years ago.

He lifts me off of the counter and turns me so we are both facing the mirror. "You wanna give me a hand with the zipper?" I ask teasingly as I meet his mismatched eyes in the reflection.

Kane lifts his right hand to rest between my shoulder blades. He pushs me down until my chest is touching the counter. I stand on my tip toes and arch my back to try to compensate for the height difference.

"No, leave your dress on."

I watch as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself before rubbing against my pussy. I moan as he teases my clit with the head of his dick. He waited until he was coated in my arousal and had me squirming before lining himself up. His eyes close and he lets out a shaky breath as he pushes into me.

I bite my lip and try to relax around the intrusion. Kane is perfect, thick enough to fill me but not big enough to feel like I'm being ripped in half. He always gives me time to adjust instead of pounding into me like some of the men I had been with in the past. A low groan leaves his mouth and I feel his balls come to rest against my ass. He immediately starts stroking the skin on my hips with his thumbs, his way of trying to soothe me. It's the small gestures that made it so easy to fall in love with him. From the beginning, he's always cared about if I'm enjoying myself. After a few moments, I take a deep breath and push back against him to let him know that I'm ready.

His left hand keeps my body still as his right hand lightly grips the back of my neck. "Open your eyes," he demands as he keeps me facing the mirror. I obey and our eyes meet in the reflection. "I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfectly you take my dick. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you cum."

With that, Kane pulled out of me before sliding back in easily. He rocks his hips against mine at a lazy pace, like we have all the time in the world. I know he wants me to watch myself but I can't keep my eyes off of him. His muscles contract with ever roll of his hips. I can see the veins in his arms bulging from how tight he's gripping me. He tilts his head back slightly and I see the pleasure etch across his face in a way I never have before. It has me trying to grind into the counter, needing some form of stimulation against my clit.

I see the amusement in his eyes as he quietly laughs at my impatience. His hand leaves my neck and grabs my other hip, pulling me back into him. He picks up the pace, drawing his name from me with a groan. I push up onto my forearms, arching my back further as I try to find the right angle.

"Fuck," I half moan, half yell as I feel him brush against my g spot. "Right there, huh?" He asks, infuriatingly composed for someone balls deep inside of me. I can only whine as he gives another slow stroke against it. He keeps my hips pinned in that position as his pace gradually increases. The sound of our skin smacking together and my needy moans echo through the bathroom.

"You're mine, Violet. My beautiful flower. The love of my life. Mine." His hand slips under my dress and I feel his fingers brush against my clit. "For the rest of our lives. You. Are. Mine." Each word punctuated with a rough thrust. It all becomes too much as I watch him fuck me like his life depends on it.

I cry out his name as my orgasm washes over me. He pounds into me at an erratic pace, desperate for his own release. "Fuck Violet," he moans and I force my eyes open. Kane slams into me one last time before he throws his head back, mouth open wordlessly at the intensity of his orgasm. I feel his cock pulse as the warmth of his cum fills me, prolonging the blissful high I'm on.

He slumps forward as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers trace the curve of my thigh lovingly and he finds my gaze in the mirror.

"I mean it Vi, you're everything to me. I never thought I would get the chance to have this kind of happiness. Before we met, I was convinced I was too broken to be capable of love. But loving you is the easiest and most natural thing I've ever done." I can see the vulnerability in his eyes and it melts my heart. "I love you, more than anything, " I reassure him.

Kane pulls out of me slowly, making us both groan. He walks over to the towel rack and grabs two washcloths before running warm water over them at the sink. He gently wipes away as much of his semen as possible from me. The stimulation was enough to make my legs shake. He cleans off with the second one before tucking himself back into his pants.

I push myself up off of the counter. Between being on my tip toes for so long and the force of my orgasm, my legs feel like jello. I knelt down to grab my panties off of the floor but Kane beat me to it. Instead of handing them to me, he stuffed them into his back pocket. Rude. Hot but rude.

He carries me out of the bathroom and sets me down at the edge of the bed. After rummaging through my bag, he pulls out a pair of socks and my doc martens. I gave him a questioning look as he crouched down and began helping me into my shoes. He kisses me softly before resting his forehead against mine. It's a small gestures but it still gives me butterflies.

Kane stood and grabbed his mask off of the dresser. "Come on," he said as he secured it around his face, "I know you want to go out and celebrate. Lets make the most of tonight, we don't get these chances often."

"Why did you put my boots on me?" I ask as I grab his hand and head towards the door.

I was suprised Violet was still laying next to me when I woke up. I gently pulled her closer and enjoyed the heat of her bare back against my chest. She sighed contently, still only half awake. I was torn between getting up to grab my mask or enjoying the moment alittle longer. Sentimentality won out as I tucked my face into her hair. She still smelled like the orange blossom shampoo she uses. It suites her.

Memories from last night came flooding back. I ran my fingers over the bruise I had sucked into the side of her neck. If I hadn't left some evidence on her, I would have chalked last night up to a vivid dream. But I doubt my mind could conjure up a dream that intense. Atleast, not a good dream. No way I could replicate the soft press of her mouth or the tight warmth of her pussy.

Violet's breathing was slow and even, she must have fallen back into a deep sleep. Good. The clock on the night stand read 7:18am. We didn't need to be on the road again until 10am, so I had time to enjoy the feeling of her in my arms.

I had to admit, I was pretty proud of myself for getting her off twice. Granted, I just laid there for the first one while Violet did most of the work. But the second one was all me. Nothing will ever top the feeling of her pussy milking the cum out of my dick.

I should probably be concerned that I came inside of her. If Mark was still putting on the caring big brother act, I'd be getting lectured about not using a condom. Asshole. I'm 99% sure she mentioned being on the pill at some point. Plus, she damn near begged me to cum in her. I would cut my arm off if Violet asked me to. Being asked to finish in her didn't require any convincing. The sight of my cum driping out of her will be etched into my brain until the end of time.

And I'm hard again. Fantastic. I should probably be more concerned that Violet has this effect on me. I don't let people get close to me for a reason. Connection leads to vulnerability, and vulnerability can be lethal. I built up walls for a reason, but sure enough Violet came into my life like a one woman wreaking crew. Now, she means something to me. Last night definitely made that worse. The marks I left on her body are going to fade over time but that possessive need to claim her will never go away. Mine. I want her to be mine. The next time Jeff Hardy puts an arm around her shoulder, I'm throwing him through a wall.

Violet shifted slightly and her ass rubbed against my throbbing cock. I grabbed her hip to pull her back into me as I grind my dick against her, desperate for some friction. "Good morning to you to," Violet mumbled jokingly. I stopped moving, certain she was going to pull away from me. She didn't. "Don't start something you aren't going to finish" she said while pulling my hand to her breast.

Am I still dreaming? I didnt expect anything from her this morning. Hell, I'm still in shock last night even happened. I grip her breast firmly and brush my thumb over her nipple, drawing a needy whine from her. I bite her shoulder gently before kissing up her jaw line. The early morning light coming in from the window illuminated her face. I could stare at her beautiful, blissed out expression all day.

As Violet turned to face me, the realization that my mask wasn't on slammed into me like a truck. I pushed away from her body and shoved her face into the pillow. Smooth Kane, I'm sure being suffocated is great foreplay. Violet rolled onto her side but I kept a grip on the back of her neck to keep her facing away. "Im.. sorry... don't want.. you.. to... see.. my face.." I managed to stumble through that sentence, cringing internal at how hard it was for me to string words together.

"It's okay, I completely forgot you didn't have your face covered. I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable."

Why is she like this? I'm the one acting like a weirdo and she feels bad about unknowingly pushing a boundary. "Im.. not.. upset.. with you.." I try to reassure her. ".. I ruined.. the... moment.."

"You didn't, not for me atleast. I understand if you aren't in the mood anymore."

Violet is way to good for me. If this doesn't confirm it, nothing will. But I can't bring myself to care right now. I want her and she's offering herself to me. Again. For the second time in less then 24 hours.

I pull her hips back again, rubbing my still hard cock against her. A small gasp escapes her mouth. I commit that sound to memory, knowing this might be the last time I get to hear it.

"I'll stayed turned away from you, I promise."

She's too fucking good to me. She's never been anything but patient and accepting of me. Her respecting my boundaries is almost as much of a turn on as her beautiful face.

I let go of her neck, and start kissing new marks onto the side of it. She's going to need a whole tube of concealer to cover these. I hope she sees how much work it will be and doesn't bother to try.

My free hand reaches around her hip, parting her thighs slightly to run my fingers over her pussy. She soaking wet already. God damn. I brushed my thumb over her clit, earning a gasp before slowly working my middle finger into her dripping entrance. Violet's hips moved with my hand as she fucked herself on my finger. I slide my pointer finger in next, trying to strech her out alittle. "Curl your fingers" she demanded breathlessly. Anything for you my dear. The angle was a little awkward but I managed to position my hand correctly to rub my fingers against the wall of her pussy. Violet's moaning got louder and louder so I must be doing something right.

A loud knock came from the other side of the wall. Oh, fuck off. I guess the neighbors weren't interested in a repeat performance. A blush covered Violet's cheeks. I pulled my fingers out and brought them to my mouth to taste her. Perfect, just like last night. "Please" she begged reaching back and tangling her fingers into my hair.

I grabbed Violet's leg and pulled it back over my hip. Her back arches as she tries to give me easier access. She drenches my cock as I rub against her and line myself up with her entrance. I slide in slowly, trying to give her as much time as she needs to adjust. This position doesn't let me sink into her fully but its enough to pull a groan from me. I hold her in place as I slowly rock my hips into her.

Everything about her is perfect, but the way her pussy grips me is unmatched. She feels like she was made for me. Violet throws her head back, gasping and tugging on my hair. I try to keep a slow rhythm while pushing in as deep as could. Raspy moans left my mouth as she tries to grind back against me. "Fuck Kane, deeper please" she whined between breathy moans.

I pull out of her completely and roll Violet onto her stomach. Her face is buried in the pillow as I pull her up onto her knees. The arch in her back becomes more pronounced as she spreads her legs for me. Violet screams my name into the pillow as I slam back inside her. I pull her body back to meet mine with every thrust. She'll definitely have a set of bruises on her hips to match the ones on her thighs.

"So... good.. Vi" I wish I could verbalize to her just how amazing this is. Even if I could string together a full sentence, I doubt it would be anything coherent. I pick up the pace as I feel her starting to tighten around me.

The sound of our skin slapping together and her muffled moans bring me closer and closer to the edge. I probably should have asked if she's on the pill before we got to this point. Fuck it, worst case scenario, she's stuck with me for 18 years. The idea of Violet being pregnant with my child nearly finishes me. I'm going to have to unpack that later.

It's her orgasm that pushes me over. Her body tenses up and I feel her start to pulse around me. Violet moans my name and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. I slam her hip back into mine one last time and feel ropes of my cum shoot into her. My body collapses forward and I brace myself above her. My chest is flush against her back as I try to catch my breath. So fucking perfect.

We stay like that for a moment before I drop to the mattress on my side, pulling Violet with me. I keep my arms wrapped around her and bury my face into her hair. Eventually our breathing levels out and I think Violet is on the verge of falling asleep again before she breaks the silence. "My legs feel like jello." I laugh quietly and run my hand over her thigh. I can feel the subtle trembling in her muscles. Guess I did a good job.

"What time is it?" She asks with a yawn. I turn to look at the clock on the night stand. 8:47am. Damn it. Violet gets up quickly after I tell her the time. "We need to head out soon, its a 3 hour drive to the next town. And I'm starving."

Violet goes into the bathroom to clean up and I take the opportunity to put my mask on. I'll cover myself with a light weight bandana and the hood of my jacket once we're in the car but this is the closest thing available for now. As I crouched down to pull some fresh clothes out of my bag, I catch a glimpse of pink fabric out of the corner of my eye. Violet's panties are laying on the floor next to the bed.

The lace feels just as soft now as it did last night. There's a prominent tear from when I ripped them off of her body in the heat of the moment. I spare a glance at the bathroom door, ensuring I won't get caught. Then I quickly shove them into a deep pocket of my duffle bag and zip it closed. Well, I've taken creepy to a whole new level. Still can't bring myself to care though.

Violet comes out of the bathroom and grabs her bra off the floor near the foot of the bed. She gets on her hands and knees to search for her panties before shaking out the blanket to see if they got lost in the bedding. "Have you seen my underwear?" She asks as she tosses the sheets around. "No" I stated simply and she turns to look at me. "Wouldn't be.. much..good.. anyway... being.. torn." I hope my tone doesn't give anything away.

Violet shrugged and grabbed her hoodie and sweatpants off of the dresser. "Oh well, I'm sure housekeeping will get a good laugh out of finding them."

Kane stood under the steady stream of the shower. He had been trying to comb the knots out of his hair for a solid 20 minutes. He had given Violet his room key so she could let herself in once she was done showering and getting changed. He didn't have much longer until she would be there.

The drive back to the hotel felt like it took forever. The tension between them was palpable, Kane bouncing his knee nervously. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Kane turned off the water, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. He avoided looking in the mirror as he dried his hair with another towel and drapped it over his head. Kane was half way through brushing his teeth when he heard the door open and close.

'Here we go' Kane thought, his hand shaking a bit as he put his tooth brush away. He covered his face with his hair as much as possible, seeing no point in putting his mask back on. It would be coming off as soon as he could turn out the lights.

Violet was sitting on the bed waiting for him when he came out of the bathroom. He froze in the doorway as soon as he got a good look at her. She was wearing a light pink lace bra and a matching set of panties. Kane had never been one to like pink but god did Violet make it look good. She looked so feminine and innocent as a blush crept across her face. A rush of heat went straight to his cock and he struggled to maintain his composure.

"See anything you like?" Violet asked with a shy smile. Kane reached out to place his hand on her cheek, stroking her with his thumb. "So.. beautiful," he whispered.

Kane dropped his hand to one of her bra straps, pulling it slowly off her shoulder. "Please.. let me... see.. you.. with the..lights.. on.." he said, nearly begging. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders agonizingly slow. Kane sucked in a sharp breath, mesmerized by the sight of her.

He had nothing to compare her to aside from what he had glimpsed from an open playboy in the locker room. Violet was better then anything he could have imagined. She was curvy in a natural way, her breasts were well proportioned to her smaller frame. Enough to still be a decent handful for Kane. Her rosey pink nipples complimented her creamy skin.

Kane's hand twitched by his side, hesitant to touch her. She was so perfect, a goddess in his eyes. Violet sensed his hesitation and grasped his hand, pulling it up to her chest. Kane squeezed her gently, brushing his thumb across her nipple. Her skin was soft, supple in the hold of his rough palm. Violet's eyes closed as she moaned. She tilted her chin up, inviting Kane to kiss her.

Kane captured her mouth in a sweet kiss, nothing like the one they shared in the locker room. Violet's tongue slide across Kane's lower lip, begging for entry. Kane opened his mouth, groaning as he felt her tongue slip against his. They remained like this for a while, tongues brushing against eachother as Kane squeezed and groped Violet's breasts. She pulled away, nuzzling her face against Kane's as his hair tickled her cheek.

She made eye contact with Kane as she licked her lips. Kane caught her hand as she reached to undo the towel around his waist. He shook his head and pushed Violet back against the pillows. "My turn" Kane stated firmly. He turned off the bedside lamp, throwing the room into darkness. Tossing the towels to the floor, he climbed on top of Violet, eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light.

Kane leaned over her, balancing his weight on one forearm. He pulled her in for a rough kiss, drawing another moan from Violet. He slowly began working his way down her cheek and jaw line. He had no idea what he was doing but Violet seemed to be enjoying it based on her breathless gasps and the hand running lightly up and down his back.

He sucked a dark bruise onto the side of her neck and nipped her gently with his teeth. He had a primal need to mark her as his own. Even if she was only his for tonight. He could pretend until the bruise faded. Kane secretly hoped someone would see the mark Violet left on his neck and put two and two together. Physical proof that Violet found him desirable. Physical proof that this wasn't a dream.

Kane continued working his way down, leaving light kisses over her collar bone and between her breasts. He flicked his tongue against her right nipple before sucking it into his mouth, hand coming up to grope her left.

"Fuck Kane" Violet groaned as she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his face to her chest. Kane brought his mouth over to Violet's other nipple, lavishing it with attention. After leaving another dark bruise on the skin between her breasts, he continued his way down. He kissed a trail over her stomach and placed Violet's thighs on either side of his shoulders.

Kane's fingers traced the delicate lace at the top of her panties as he kissed his way down to her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating through the thin cloth and mouthed at it.

Violet was writhing beneath Kane, begging him to put his mouth on her. Kane involuntarily ground his hard cock against the mattress, moaning at the friction. His restraint was gone as he tore the panties from her body, the lace shredding easily. Violet's hips bucked up as Kane tongue ran slowly up her slit. The first taste of her was almost enough to finish him off.

Kane quickly flipped there positions, leaving him lying on his back as he brought Violet's hips up, encouraging her to sit on his face. Kane was once again lost on what he should be doing, he figured with Violet in this position he could follow her lead.

Violet braced her hands on the headboard, a needy whine leaving her mouth. Kane gave another experimental lick, this time finding Violet's clit and causing her to grind against his face. He anchored Violet's thighs in place with his arms and allowed her to use him for her pleasure. Violet was soaked at this point, covering Kane's mouth with her arousal. He worked his tongue into Violet's tight entrance, causing her to moan loud enough that he was sure the people in the next room could hear it. He began alternating from licking her clit and plunging his tongue into her, Violet continuously grinding her pussy into Kane's face. Kane could feel her thighs start to shake before she cried out his name and slumped forward, her hands hitting the pillows above Kane's head. He didnt let up until Violet whined and tried to push away from him.

She rolled onto her side and attempted to catch her breath. Kane greedly licked his lips, savoring the taste.

"Was.. that okay?" Kane asked as he turned to face Violet. Violet laughed breathlessly, "I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I came all over your face?"

"Didn't want.. to.. assume" Kane said, smiling to himself. Satisfied with the fact he pleased her, Kane's attention was pulled back to his throbbing cock. "Do.. you.. still want.. to.. have sex?" He asked, praying for a yes. Violet didn't owe him anything and he wouldn't push it if she said no.

Violet leaned in to kiss him, threading her fingers into his hair. She groaned softly as she tasted herself on his lips. Her nose brushed against his as she pressed there foreheads together.

"Yeah, I'm ready" she confirmed and pulled Kane back into a kiss. Kane slowly climbed ontop of Violet and pulled one of her legs up over his hip. They both gasped as Kane began to grind his cock against the wet heat of Violet's pussy.

Once Kane was sufficiently soaked in Violet's arousal, he began to push into her. Violet bit her lip, trying to will her muscles to relax against the intrusion. Kane noticed her tensing up and stopped half way in. He began to pull out until Violet tightened her leg around him to keep him still. "I'm okay, I just need a second to adjust. It's been a long time and you're really big. You can keep going, just stay still when you're in fully" She reassured him. Kane kept Violet's thigh hitched around his hip and began rubbing his thumb back and forth to soothe her.

He froze when he felt there bodies meet, tucking his head into the side of her neck. She felt like warm, wet silk and was so fucking tight around him. He needed a minute to get ahold of himself as much as Violet needed a minute to adjust. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

Violet let out a shaky breath and began to rock her hips against Kane. He bit her shoulder, leaving another dark mark. "I'm good now Kane, you're not going to hurt me." He kept his face tucked into the junction of her neck and shoulder. A loud groan left Kane's mouth as he slowly pulled out and rolled his hips back into Violet. Her leg tighten around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

Kane kept the tempo slow, fighting the urge to pin Violet down and pound into her. Violet wrapped her other leg around Kane waist, angling her hips so he would brush against her clit with every strong thrust."Oh fuck Kane, just like that" She moaned as she dragged her nails lightly down his back. He gripped Violet's thigh for leverage, leaving finger shaped bruises on her skin.

He picked up the pace, snapping his hips roughly into Violet. His name left her mouth in a litany of moans. He pushed up onto one forearm, and as his eyes met Violet's he knew he was completely fucked. There was no going back from this and he would never be satisfied being 'just friends' again. Kane gently kissed Violet letting her thread her hand through his hair. His rhythm turned erratic as he got closer to the edge. "Close" he warned and he tucked his face back into her neck, grazing her pluse with his teeth.

"Cum in me, please. I need to feel you fill me." Violet begged, desperately trying to keep up with Kane's pace. That was all it took to push him over the edge. Kane slammed into Violet one final time before he came hard, filling her to the brim. He felt Violet clamp down around his dick, reaching her peak right after him. Once he had spilled every drop into Violet, Kane pulled out, dropping onto his back before he could crush her. He pulled Violet close to him as he tried to catch his breath. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire and he finally understood addiction. Violet had just became his and he knew he would do anything for another kiss, another smile, another night with her pinned under him and writhing with pleasure.

Violet placed her hand on Kane's cheek gently stroking her thumb across it before pulling him into a soft kiss. Panic rose in his chest as he felt her weight shift to get out of bed. Kane grabbed her wrist to keep her next to him.

"Stay.. tonight.. please" he whispered, hating how vulnerable he sounded.

"I wasn't planning on leaving, I just want to get cleaned up," Violet said as she gestured between her thighs. Kane looked down to see his cum dripping down her leg.

"Oh.. right.. sorry" Kane said, happy the lights were out so he couldnt see the blush creeping across his face. He waited patiently for Violet to emerge from the bathroom. She slide under the blanket and right into his arms. A sense of peace washed over Kane as he held Violet to his chest. "Thank.. you" he said quietly.

Kane sat on the bench in his locker room, battered and sore from his match with the Rock. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. With the risk of being thrown back into the asylum hanging over his head, he had little choice in the matter. He dreaded what would be coming next week for his disobedience tonight. Vince had no shortage of humiliating and demeaning punishments.

A sudden knock at the door got his attention. Violet. It had to be Violet. She was the only one who would seek him out right now. Kane walked over and opened the door for her. She was pissed. He stepped to the side allowing Violet to enter before locking the door.

"I can't fucking stand the way they treat you." Violet said at a near whisper, shaking slightly with anger. Kane just stared at Violet. There was nothing either one of them could do.

Violet closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. Kane took the moment to appreciate how beautiful Violet was. She had changed out of her ring gear for the night, leaving her in a pair of light blue jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. An oversized black hoodie covered her torso and checkered vans replaced her boots. Her hair was dyed a firey orange, but her natural strawberry blonde shade peaked through at the roots. Freckles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. He knew he shouldn't be looking at her like that. She was his only friend, the only person who didn't see him as a monster.

The night Violet debuted, she ran directly into Kane backstage. She bounced off of him like nothing and Kane grabbed her arms to keep her from landing flat on her ass. She barley came up to his chest at her full height.

"Oh my god, I am so, " She began before staring up at him. Kane was waiting to see the fear in her eyes when she realized who she was standing infront of. It didn't come. Her green eyes stayed bright as she finished her sentence "... sorry."

A faint blush covered her cheeks and her eyes darted away for a second before returning his gaze. Still no fear. Interesting.

"Um, you're Kane, right?" She asked sheepishly, clearly embarrassed about crashing into him. Kane merely nodded.

"I'm Violet, I just started," She stated. Kane nodded again, acknowledging her introduction. She knew who he was and still didn't look at him with fear. Weird.

Violet averted her gaze once more, rubbing the back of her neck. "Thanks for not letting me hit the floor" she said with a shy smile. Kane couldn't understand why she would smile at him, no one smiled at him. Yet here Violet was, smiling and thanking him no less. Kane nodded again, waiting to see how long it would take for her to bolt.

"Um, I'll see you around." Violet said, making no move to run. Kane shook his head once more, and allowed Violet to step past him. She gave him a brief wave before continuing down the hall.

Violet didn't give Kane a choice in becoming her friend. She sought him out for one sided conversation, Kane simply staring and nodding at her. She smiled at him when she passed him backstage. She would ask Kane if he wanted to ride to the venue or back to the hotel with her. She always asked no matter how many times Kane turned her down. It made no sense to him, he convinced himself she was messing with him, luring him in before doing something cruel. That's how it always went for Kane.

One day Kane had gotten tired of whatever game she was playing. He grabbed Violet by the arm and pulled her into his locker room. She looked up startled but that quickly melted away when she saw Kane.

"Hey Kane, what's wrong? Why'd you pull me in here?" Violet asked, bright eyes and smiling. 'What is wrong with this girl?' Kane thought as he pressed his voice box to his throat. She has no sense of self preservation.

"Why do you keep talking to me? Why do you keep seeking me out? Why aren't you afraid of me?" Kane questioned, hating the sound of his "voice".

Violets brow furrowed as she looked up at him. She was silent for a moment then responded "You haven't given me any reason to be afraid of you."

Kane took a moment to process her reply. Yep, zero self preservation. "I am a monster Violet, you should run the other direction when you see me. I could break you so easily, without a second thought."

Violet shook her head, "You had the chance when we first met. If you wanted to hurt me you could have thrown me across the room instead of keeping me from falling. I let people show me who they are, and you haven't shown me any reason to run from you."

Kane stared in disbelief. Violet took a deep breath and looked away from Kane. "If I'm being annoying and you want me to leave you alone, just tell me. I was hoping we could be friends because I have pretty much no one here. The other divas barley acknowledge me and you were the first guy who didn't look at me like I was something to eat." A blush swept across Violets cheeks as she continued to look away.

It made sense that the men would make her uncomfortable. Violet was a pretty girl with soft curves and a perfect smile. She was new prey to hunt. As for the women, most of the divas were, for lack of a better word, bitches.

Violet waited for Kane to reply, refusing to look at him. 'You know what, fuck it' Kane thought as he reached out to touch Violet's face. She didn't flinch away from him as he forced her to meet his gaze.

"Fine. We can be friends. But if this is some joke, I will break you Violet. Don't ever forget that" Kane said with the aid of his voice box. Violet's face lit up with a bright smile, way to happy for someone he had just threated. Zero. Self. Preservation.

Soon, they had fallen into a comfortable routine. Kane started riding everywhere with Violet. He secretly enjoyed listening to her sing to radio. She never minded carrying the conversation or sitting with him in silence when they had nothing to say. He started to look forward to her waiting for him in his locker room after a match. She insisted on tending to the wounds he refused to let the medics help with. Kane's quiet nights in the hotel room were soon disturbed by Violet knocking on his door, wanting to watch movies with him that she insisted were "so bad it's actually good." As much as Kane hated to admit it, he had grown attached to Violet.

Violet let out a shaky breath, pulling Kane from his memories. "How bad is it?" Violet asked. Kane sat down and started unlacing his boots. " ... I'm..okay... Violet.... stop... worrying..." Kane struggled through the sentence. He had gotten to the point where he was comfortable trying to speak without assistance around her.

Violet crossed her arms over her chest, shooting a glare in Kane's direction, "It didn't look like nothing. It looked pretty bad from my point of view."

"I've... had... worse..." Kane stated. It wasn't technically a lie. He felt like he had been hit by a truck but nothing compared to being burned in the fire.

Violet let out another exasperated sigh "Take off your gear and let me look you over." Her tone left no room for discussion.

Kane changed into the pair of basketball short he had worn to the arena that night. He didn't bother with a shirt, knowing Violet would want to examine his torso. 'When did I start taking orders from her" he thought as he sat back on the bench.

Bruises were starting to bloom on Kane's chest and abdomen. Luckily his head hadn't been busted open when he was ran into the steel ring post. Violet crouched down between Kane's spread legs. Her fingertips brushed gingerly against a bruise on his ribs. Her touch was soft, caring. Gentler then anyone had ever been with Kane. A shiver ran up Kane's spine as she ghosted her fingers up to his chest. She was so warm.

Violet stood and began to examine Kane's head, carefully moving his hair around where the bumps that were forming. Their eyes met and Violet frowned. She pulled him tight to her body. It took a moment for Kane to register she was hugging him and wrap his arms around her waist.

"I hate them. They have no right to treat you like this." Violet whispered. Kane could feel a tear dripping down onto his shoulder. No one ever cried on his behalf before.

She pulled away from Kane and looked down into his mismatched eyes. "Monster... Violet... remember..that."

Why did she have to look at him like that? Why did she have the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen? Why did she have to touch him like he was the most precious thing in the world? 'This is hell', Kane thought. Violet shook her head and placed a hand on his mask over his cheek. He suppressed flinching as her fingers made contact. Kane's hand flew up and grabbed Violet's wrist, gentle enough that she could move freely but firm enough that he could pull her away if she tried to take it off. He knew she would never try it but old habits die hard.

Kane could feel the pressure on his cheek as Violet stroked her thumb across it. He wished he could feel the heat of her touch. Wished he wasn't some burned up freak that had to hide from her.

Violet continued to stroke his cheek, her eyes sad as she responded, "That's bullshit and you know it. You aren't a monster. Not to me." Kane froze when Violet pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "You don't deserve to be treated like you're sub human. You are worthy of warmth and kindness. You are worthy of being loved. I need to know that you know that."

Kane couldn't speak. Violet was so close to him and whispering sweet words into his hair. His heart shouldn't be racing, his face shouldn't be heating under his mask.

Kane knew he should pull away from her, try to create some distance. He couldn't bring himself to leave her embrace though.

"Do you trust me?" Violet asked as she played with Kane's hair.

That was a loaded question. Kane didn't trust anyone. But, Violet was probably the closest he came to trusting another person. "..yes." He stated simply as he looked into Violet's eyes. There was no fear or malice. Just the warmth he had come to know with her.

"I want to do something for you," Violet said as she began to climb into his lap. All thoughts left his mind when he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her thighs pressed against his as she strattled him. Kane exhaled deeply, bringing his hands up to her waist. "What... are... you.... doing?" He asked breathlessly.

Violets face nuzzled into Kane's neck as she whispered in his ear, "I want to make you feel good. If you want me to stop at any point, tell me." She began to kiss her way up and down his neck, biting lightly at the pulse point near his throat.

'Like I'd ever want this to stop' Kane thought as he arched his neck to give Violet better access. She began to make her way down Kane's body, stopping at the junction of his neck and shoulder to leave a dark bruise. Kane let out a deep groan as she worked on his neck.

Violet left a trail of soft kisses and feather light touches down Kane's chest, making sure each bruised area of skin got adequate attention. She lightly nibbled on each of his ab muscles, causing his stomach to clench. Kane lost himself in the warmth of her mouth moving over him and the light drag of her teeth against his skin. He was glad Violet was out of his lap so she couldn't feel how embrassingly hard he was. His breathing had become more labored, the sound muffled by his mask.

Soon, she was kneeling between his legs. He felt Violet run her hands over his thighs through his shorts. She slid the waistband down just enough to expose his hip bones and sucked a deep bruise on either side of him. Kane reached down, his hand landing in her hair and stroking it softly. She let out a content sigh and leaned into the contact. Fuck, he wanted to hear more sounds like that from her mouth.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room. Kane froze, unsure of how to answer.

He knew he should stop her, knew he should push her away. But god, if he didnt want this. He was weak for Violet and in these four walls he could pretend that this was something more. He could pretend that she was doing this out of love and not pity.

"...yes." he said, accepting that there was no going back from this. He would hate himself for taking advantage of Violet. That would come later. Right now he wanted her, and his self control was non existent at this point.

Violet started slow, running her hand over the bulge in his shorts. Kane sucked in a breath, enjoying the friction. "Lift your hips for me babe" she instructed as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of Kane's shorts and boxer. She eased them down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring out.

Kane shivered as he was exposed to the cold air. The feeling faded quickly as Violet began to kiss up his shaft. Each press of her mouth felt electric and Kane dug his nails into the bench.

He let out a deep groan as Violet wrapped a hand around the base of him and flicked her tongue against the veins on the underside of his cock. Kane looked down as she licked the precum collecting at the tip. His eyes met her smoldering gaze and he involuntary moaned. "Fuck, Violet" He said breathlessly.

She took Kane into her mouth as far as she could. His 8 inches were more than she could manage to deep throat. What she couldn't swallow, she worked with her hand. Kane grabbed a handful of Violet's hair, careful to not pull too hard. She moaned around his cock as he gently tugged on the strands, sending vibrations up the shaft.

Kane's hips bucked up and he forced himself deeper into Violet's mouth. She gagged around his dick, trying to relax her throat to accommodate him. Kane looked down to make sure he wasn't hurting her and was met with the most erotic sight of his life.

Saliva was leaking down her chin as she bobbed her head and worked his shaft with her tongue. Violet's eyes flicked up to stare into Kane's. Her green eyes were clouded with lust, tears gather in the corners.

It was all over for Kane when she reached down and gently squeezed his balls. His hips snapped forward as he growled Violet's name. He came hard down her throat as she greedly swallowed everything he had to give her. She waited for him to look at her before opening her mouth, showing him the last remnants of his release on her tongue.

Something inside him snapped as he watched Violet's exaggerated swallow. He grabbed under her arms and pulled her roughly back into his lap. Kane pushed his mask up just enough to expose his mouth. He crashed his lips into Violet's, one hand firmly on the back of her head to hold her in place. There was no finesse in this kiss, all teeth and tongue. Violet moaned into his mouth and began to grind against him. He was still half hard. Kane's free hand moved to Violet's lower back, pushing her hips further forward as he ground back against her.

He finally broke the kiss to catch his breath. "Kane I need you. Please just fuck me already." Violet begged.

"Not.. here" Kane stated firmly. There was no way in hell that he was going to risk being interrupted. Besides, Violet deserved better than being bent over the counter on the wall. He wanted to take his time, lay her down in a bed, worship her. If Kane only got one night with her, he was going to make it count.