Page 174 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Azrael binds her wrists in one large hand as I slide two thick fingers inside of her. Her back arches, and she lets out a soft cry, straining against our hold as her hips rise to meet me.
With one hand, my thumb continues to gently stroke her clit, slick and drenched in her arousal, as the middle and ring fingers of my other hand firmly caress her G-spot.
Azrael, with his free hand, cups one of her breasts, teasing the nipple to a hardened peak. Some of my jealousy flares, but I only have so many hands, and my satisfaction at the sight of her being given pleasure supersedes it.
His voice turns darker than I’ve ever heard it. Intimate.
“Look how beautifully she behaves when you take control…”
For some unfamiliar reason, instead of inwardly cringing, it makes me feel that much closer to him.
“You love this, don’t you, Vi?”
Her gaze lifts from where my fingers work her to meet mine, and while she doesn’t vocalize it, the answer is clear. It’s written in every blissfully taut line of her face and body as she hurtles towards her orgasm.
She wants to give away her control, too. She’s just never had anyone she trusts enough to submit to.
It doesn’t take long before Violette’s pussy begins to flutter and spasm around my fingers as her body tightens at her approaching release. Her brow tenses in helplessness, gaze holding mine as she whispers my name in a way that belies her need, her want, her helplessness.
“Levi…”
It’s another bittersweet reminder of just how helpless I am to protect myself against this woman.
Like a seedling being nourished by the sun and soil, I can feel my adoration for her growing in my chest. It is both terrifying and blissful, and further heightened as she allows me to witness her complete unravelling.
Violette gives a keening cry, and her squirt follows a moment later, drenching my cock and the bed beneath. The moment it wanes, I withdraw my fingers, pinning her thighs to the bed as I lower my mouth to her entrance, licking her from ass to clit to clean her up with long, firm passes of the flat of my tongue.
“So fucking sweet when you wanna be, aren’t you,mia rovina?”
My gaze lifts to find her and Azrael riveted by the sight of my efforts. She gives me a breathy reply. “For you.”
Oh my fucking god.
Those words.
Are almost too much for me to bear.
The gravity behind them is everything that I want from her.
And my heart squeezes at the truth of it. The only other person I can imagine her potentially being this vulnerable for is the God of Death behind her.
Reverence fills Azrael’s hooded eyes as his gaze drops to her face.
“Do you realize how perfect you are,little seraphim?”
A look of subtle surprise alights her features as her eyes lift towards his. When his hand roams from her breast to collar her throat, giving it a gentle but possessive squeeze—it isn’t jealousy I feel.
It’s arousal.
And a strange newfound sense of unity.
Things I’ll have to analyze later, but can’t exactly find the desire to as Violette’s hips writhe in counter to my efforts, telling me she still needs that clitoral orgasm. I bring my lips to her clit andsuck,flicking my tongue against it as I do.
Cradling her hips between my palms, my fingers press into her flesh as I pour every ounce of my devotion into my ministrations, all while groaning and growling like a mindless beast as my hips thrust against the bed.
Heat radiates from Violette’s body as her body grows rigid again and she angles her hips upwards, spreads her legs a fraction wider.
“Gods, fuck, yes... Levi... Az…”
