Page 141 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
The dress is gone before I even finish my sentence. My gaze drops to her bared breasts—full, heavy, and nipples hardening—and to the fading dark gold veins in between them. Her expression hardens with defiance when she sees where my attention lingers. My anger sparks at the reminder ofhim, but my eyes slip down the soft curve of her belly. Beyond to the soft, mostly hairless mound between her thick thighs. Only a slender, groomed line of black curls trails towards her lower lips.
All thoughts of Azrael evaporate.
She lets out a whimper as I reward her by finally circling her clit.
“My good fucking girl…”
Capturing her mouth with mine, I crowd Violette against my desk, careful of those delicate wings, as I lift the backs of her thighs to sit her on the edge of it. Something wraps around my thigh, squeezing, and I look down to find Violette’s tail coiling around it. That small action alone makes my heart squeeze.
Guiding her legs over my shoulders, Violette leans back on the heels of her hands, eyes locked to where my thumbs part her to fully expose her pink, glistening flesh.
A guttural groan rumbles out of me at the sight of her.
“Goddamn it, Vi. Look how fucking perfect this pussy is.”
My thumb sweeps through her folds before circling her clit again, and she gives me a needy, breathless sigh that makes my cock throb.
“Promise me you’ll let me earn you back. That you’ll come with me on this road trip.”
Violette nods absent-mindedly, focus fixated on where I’m teasing her pussy. My hand collars her throat, forefinger and thumb cradling her jaw to guide her gaze back to mine; eyes widening slightly with both surprise and defiance. I get the distinct impression that the submissive position she’s in is new to her.
“Give me your words, princess.”
I feel her throat dip against my palm as her eyes, filled with both hesitation and desire, search mine.
“Fine, but if you piss me off?—”
“I won’t.”
“—I’ll be gone before you can even try to stop me.”
I swallow back some of the emotion swelling in my chest.
“As you should.”
My gaze holds hers as my middle and ring fingers glide vertically over the hood of her clit. Her eyes roll back slightly as she gives a soft moan.
My heart feels like it could burst watching her surrender to me like this. A tendril of fear winds around my heart. This woman is my ruin.
Mia rovina.
I may have walked through life wielding a vow to never open myself up to the kind of heartbreak my mother experienced, but now that I have Violette in the palm of my hands, I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. I would gladly die for her. Sacrifice anything she asked of me.
My gaze lowers momentarily to watch as two of my fingers slide slowly inside of her. How the delicate pink petals of herpussy part, just for me. Her breath hitches softly, and I find her watching, an unmasked expression of need tensing her features.
Both of us are transfixed by the sight of my fingers languorously working in and out, and my thumb massaging the slick, pouty little bud above her entrance.
Her head tips back on a whimpered moan as her eyes slip shut.
“Oh, fuck... Levi.”
Goddamn, the sound of my name on this woman’s lips feels like being called towards heaven. And watching her come completely undone—slowly, with gentle strokes under my firm control... It’s more than I can handle.
“Take my cock out, Vi.”
Her head snaps up to look at me, brow hardening even as her hips begin to rock in counter to my measured movements.
“No.”
