Page 140 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Tears swell in Violette’s eyes as she seethes. “It shouldn’t have taken you seeing me with another male to make you want me! You should have wanted me from the beginning!”
My heart shatters at that.
“Oh, Vi…”
Her chin wobbles beneath the weight of her trembling lower lip. My feet can’t carry me fast enough with the sheer overwhelming need that swells in my chest to soothe her. I pull her against me and find my hands stroking her hair with a gentleness I never thought myself capable of.
She stares up at me with the most adorably obstinate pout I’ve ever seen. The words are barely a whisper.“I hate you.”
Remorse is an ache in my chest, mingling with a hint of relief.
Hatred, I can work with. It’s her apathy I fear. Those glittering lilac eyes shine up at me with so much pain and sorrow, I can’t resist their call. It’s like every ounce of pain I’ve ever felt is mirrored in her gaze—the other half of my soul,soulbondor not.
I lean down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. When I straighten, her eyes are closed, and two watery paths streak her reddened cheeks. Violette’s gaze returns to mine as I speak.
“Vi, you make me feel things I don’t have words for. That night you kicked me out of your house, I realized that I don’t stand a chance at this life without you. I just made the mistake of thinking that if I didn’t let myself get close to you, I could prevent all the heartache I’ve spent my entire life trying to avoid, but I don’twantthis life without you.”
I don’t miss how uncomfortably similar those words are to my mother’s, and in that moment, I find whatever last bit of resentment and judgment I’d had towards her dissolve. As if by begging for my own forgiveness, I am finally able to forgive her.
Tears spill down Violette’s cheeks in a continuous stream. The sight makes my mouth salivate with the need to consume them. To hold a small part of her inside me.
I am wholly aware that’s probably a creepy-as-fuck impulse, but I embrace it. I look forward to the day she gifts me her blood.
Pressing a kiss to each of her cheeks, I collect them from my lips with my tongue. The saline taste of her fills me with satisfaction.
With my lips still grazing her cheek, I pour every ounce of my emotion into my words. “I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you, Vi. Please come on this trip with me…”
My mouth brushes across the apple of her cheek and descends towards her neck. “Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”
I know I shouldn’t be teasing her like this, clouding her decision-making with arousal, but I can’t stop myself. I’m too selfish and greedy for her. With my fingers carded through her hair, my grip tightens to bare her throat to me, where I graze my teeth against my bitemark upon her throat, and press an open-mouthed kiss.
“Please, Vi. I can be good... for you.”
Her response is a soft, barely there moan.
My cock throbs with the need to fill her as my fingers itch to grab her feminine curves. Lowering one hand to grip her waist, I pull back slightly to meet her gaze. Her eyes are still red, but her tears have dried; replaced by lust and dilated pupils.
“Let me show you, princess.”
When she doesn’t protest, the hand at her waist only has to travel a few inches down to greet her soft flesh peeking through the hip-high slit of her dress. I pause, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, the back of my hand slips beneath the fabric to slowly trace the curve of her inner thigh. Each pass teases higher and higher until my fingers finally meet wet warmth and slick flesh.
Fuck. Me.
My forehead drops to hers as I plummet further intoneedfor her.
It’s a miracle I manage to maintain my composure. A miracle that I don’t cum in my pants on the spot, even as I feel a tinge of jealousy and possessiveness heating my veins.
I arch a brow at her. “Have you been without underwear this whole time?”
With a subtle shake of her head, a corner of her mouth curls with a tiny, guilty grin. Her words are more than a little breathless.
“Just the last... five seconds or so…”
A chuckle rumbles as relief and satisfaction swirl in my chest. I reward her by swiping one finger across her entrance. Arousal wets the digit, making each pass slick as I take my time nudging closer and closer to her clit.
Violette widens her stance, tilting her hips.
My mouth brushes against hers. “Take this off. I need to see you.”
