Page 203 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“I need to mark every inch of you, Violette. You will tell me if I hurt you.”
My reply is little more than a high-pitched sigh.“Yes.”
Levi’s fangs claim my neck, his merciless strokes shift into a slow, yearning retreat, followed by a return so fierce it reverberates in my bones. The sensation of his venom seeping into me leaves a blissful chill in its wake, making my skin prickle, as he takes gulp after gulp. It doesn’t take long before my core is fluttering with another orgasm.
“Oh, Akash… Levi…”
The claws of his hand at my hips press into my flesh, and he grunts around his mouthfuls of my blood as his hips hasten.
Just as I reach my climax, Levi’s fangs release me. The hand gripping my hair returns to my waist. His tail also tightens around my waist to counter his thrusts as my hips roll.
His mouth captures mine, nipping, biting, sucking—his kiss devouring me entirely.
With his forehead pressed to mine, the words are breathed within the barest sliver of space. “Forgive me for ever doubting what we share, princess. For driving you away.”
Emotion is swift to return, tightening like a fist in my chest until tears prick my eyes. I nod against him. “Yes.”
“I love you, Violette.”
Something in my chest seems to burst free—a sensation I can only describe as a dam breaking as magic and our lifeforce energy flows between us, so powerful and overwhelming that I am forced to surrender to it, tears running rivers down my cheeks.
His hips stutter, slamming home as his cock pulses inside of me in the same moment another orgasm rolls through me like a gentle tide calling me to return home—to my union withhim.
Levi strokes my hair, peppering my face and neck with kisses before he lays me down beneath him. Exhaustion overtakes me, and I suddenly feel the need to sleep even as the gravity ofrightnesssettles upon my chest.
Azrael may have severed our bond, but somehow, by the grace of Akash, it’s returning. Levi’s whispered words briefly drag me from my half-slumbering state.
“Sleep, princess. I’m right here.”
LEVI
He didn’t sever it. While I am shaken to my core with gratitude and relief, I am equally suspicious. The transformation, while painful, felt like waking up a part of myself that had always been there. Something I always, innately, was and merely lacked the awareness of it. Using my voice to command, or casting mywill,feels as natural and intuitive as drawing breath.
My eyes take in the sight of my beautiful mate, now sound asleep beneath me, our bond alive and well, humming its satisfaction like a harmonious cord resonating between us. Drawing my hips back, I gradually slide my length out from her precious sheath. Her sleep-softened features grow tense, lips forming a soft pout as if mourning the loss. I press a final, lingering kiss to her burdened brow before dragging the duvet up to her shoulders.
“You are everything to me.”
I turn, finally rising to shift off the bed. With his head perched on one fist as he remains seated, fully nude, cock hanging flaccid between his partly splayed thighs, Azrael casts his gaze over me as I stand before him.
“I think that perhaps that just may have been the most beautiful thing I have ever borne witness to in all the years I can still recall.”
I study his somber expression as silence falls between us.
“Why?”
Why hide our bond rather than sever it?
Azrael’s chest rises as he draws in a slow, deep breath before finally lifting his gaze to mine.
“She’s an impulsive creature. I couldn’t in good conscience?—”
My voice hardens as he dances around the real answer.
“You will tell mewhy, Azrael.”
Azrael’s eyes dance between each of mine as they gradually begin to glisten with emotion. His admission is spoken on a whisper.
“Because I never had any intention of actually completing the rituals.”
