Page 179 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
She nods.
“I feel selfish for wanting this. For wanting both of you. I shouldn’t want to share either of you, but I do. I want to watch you experience pleasure with him. And I want to share it with both of you, too.”
I can’t help but feel a little relieved that I’m not the only one feeling this way, although something inside me twinges at the idea that, alone, I might not be enough for her.
“And if…”
Fuck, I’m terrified to even ask. It’s not like I’ve done anything to earn a favorable answer yet, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
“If you couldn’t have both of us, would I be enough for you?”
Violette’s brow tenses as she gives me an admonishing look.
“Levi... You’re more than enough. Even in this brief period of time I’ve known you, every part of you feels like the balancing counterweight to every part of me. I feel safe with you. Protected. I haven’t experienced that withanyone. And you also seem to have an innate mastery over my body, which is, again, something I’ve never experienced with someone. Not to mention, I admire you because, despite everything you’ve been through—and despite how hard you try to make it seem otherwise—you’re kind and sweet and gentle, while still possessing an indomitable ferocity and determination. I love how protective and possessive you are. Even if it is, at times... problematic.”
Her lips twitch with amusement.
Problematic is a polite way of putting it.
My brows lift. I’ve never been described in such a way. She chuckles softly, eyes shining with adoration as she holds my gaze.
“At least that’s how you are with me. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
She presses a kiss to my cheek, lips whispering against me and making my skin erupt in goosebumps. “I’m falling for you, Levi. Even without thesoulbond.”
My heart stutters at her words. She settles back on the flat of her feet, staring up at me with no small amount of vulnerability at her admission.
My arms wrap around her waist and pick her up off the floor, bringing her mouth level with mine. Lips grazing hers, an unfamiliar desire burns through me. One that demands I reciprocate her vulnerability.
“Vi, falling doesn’t nearly encompass it. I’ve fucking plummeted. Dove headfirst from 30,000 feet without aparachute from the moment I saw you... It’s why I was so scared that day.”
The sound of Violette swallowing back her emotion is audible; the hope and affection glistening in her eyes visible.
My lips capture hers gently at first. Her lips part on impact, and I deepen our kiss. As though it’s swelling beyond its limits, my heart aches so powerfully for this woman; I could swear it’s going to crack and burst, revealing all the tenderness within that, until her, was hard as stone.
My cock is thickeningyet again. Violette moans softly as we continue exploring and devouring each other. There’s a persistent tightness in my chest that intensifies with each moment of our prolonged kiss, and the world narrows to only her and the feel of her against me. Each heavy, needy thump of my heart feels like a declaration.
I fucking love this woman.
LEVI
“How would you both feel if I rented us a cabin in the mountains somewhere?” I glance briefly from the road to gauge Violette and Azrael’s reactions. Violette arches an intrigued brow.
“Go on.” I return my eyes to the road as nervous butterflies take flight in my stomach. I can very clearly imagine exactly what will take place between the three of us if given the time and space. And I’m not sure Iwantall of that to happen. But what I do know is that I can’t properly fulfill Violette’s courtship rituals if we’re stuck in my truck or if I’m busy murdering my father’s usurper, and I can’t ignore this intuitive sense of urgency to complete the courtship ritualsbeforewe get to New York.
“Well, the remaining courtship rituals are essentially,” I hold up one hand counting them off with my fingers, “romance, pampering and grooming, survival, slay enemies, exchange blood, and sexual compatibility, correct?”
Violette nods. Azrael and his phantom, still in the backseat, watch.
“Well, we can’t exactly do any of those things while driving, and I imagine theslaying of enemies?—”
Violette cuts me off. “Just to be clear, it can be figurative enemies—such asinner daemons, so to speak. We don’tneedto actually kill anyone.”
I arch a brow at her.
“Okay, well maybewedo, but I’m just saying, in theory, if you changed your mind…”
I give her thigh a squeeze. “Thank you, princess. I’ll keep that in mind.”
