Page 173 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
I expect the thought alone to make my skin crawl.
To my surprise, it doesn’t.
Violette gives a soft, unmistakably needy whimper.
My cock responds by hardening to the point of pain. And, as if she’s tuned into the same frequency, her hand slips into my underwear and palms the length of my cock.
My abs tighten, right along with my balls, as my hips give a barely restrained thrust. I glance over to look at her, still wearing that sleep-softened tension in her brow.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I can feel the little pool of pre-cum forming on my abdomen—and her fingers—as it gradually cools. The V between her heavy breasts, where, not one, buttwobuttons seem to have popped open in her sleep, tests my willpower. I can even see the top of one areola peeking at me, the hardened little bud subtly tenting the silk fabric.
The sheets rustle again as Violette wiggles her hips back against Azrael, and what I have zero fucking doubt is his erection.
Previously dormant jealousy roars to life. Before I even have a chance to think, I’m pulling Violette against me and rolling her onto her back. She doesn’t startle, but her eyes open halfway. Her attention shifts from me to Azrael as his eyes open and dance between the two of us, expression unreadable.
Violette’s gaze returns to mine as she allows me to unfasten the few remaining buttons of her sleep shirt, voice hoarse from sleep. “What are we doing?”
She doesn’t resist when I tug her pajama pants down. The moment she’s free of them, her legs part—like a flower in bloom—to reveal her glistening center.
And because I’m feeling particularly possessive, I summon a ball of saliva to my lips and spit on her clit.
I don’t know whatwe’redoing, but...
“Youare cumming.”
Because of me.
Lubricated by my saliva and her own arousal, my thumb sweeps over her entrance before massaging teasing circles around her clit.
Her breath punches out of her as her stomach tenses, and she whimpers.
“Oh, fuck…”
My eyes roll back on a growl.
Fuck, I need her.
With one hand, I tug my boxers down my hips to liberate my cock. It sways heavily above her, where I continue to massage her clit.
Her hands reach for her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples.
Shaking my head, a dark chuckle rises from my chest as I recall her words the first time I met her.
“You’ll take what pleasure I give you, and you’ll like it.”
Her mouth pops open in surprise.
My gaze shifts to Azrael.
“Hold her wrists.”
His eyes darken as a slow grin spreads across his face, baring the tips of his fangs. With a deep hum of delight, he shifts to sit up, leaning back against the headboard as I pull Violette further down the bed until her head is in his lap. The back of her head is resting on the long, thick outline of his cock still trapped in his pajama pants, though there’s a wet spot from precum at his hip.
