Page 228 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
The words are just there, on the tip of my tongue again. I want to say them so badly. Tell them both how much I love them.
Fear has me swallowing them back.
Fear that the moment I speak them—the moment I announce to the universe just how far gone I am for these two males, and the unbridled joy and soul-nourishment they give me—that our blissful rug will be ripped out from beneath us.
“I wish I could crawl inside your skin.”
Azrael’s eyes open as a grin splits his face. “You do?”
I nod. “Desperately.”
Azrael presses a kiss to my lips. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
My eyes shift to Levi, watching us—expression still softened by sleep. Not a hint of jealousy on his face.
Only longing.
“You know I would die if you forbid me this one thing.”
He chuckles. “Crawling inside my skin?”
My brows knit, expression turning grave. “Yes.”
A soft smile tilts a corner of Levi’s mouth. “It’s where you belong,mia rovina.” His eyes, softer than I’ve ever seen them, shift to Azrael. “You both do.”
My breath catches as Azrael leans forward. As if drawn by the same cord, in the same moment, Levi is already halfway to him.
Their lips meet.
My heart explodes.
Levi and Azrael both groan softly into one another’s kiss as it deepens—the sound filled with just as much yearning as there is relief.
Their lips and tongues glide against one another with a gentle harmony that I can only describe as perfection. Each lick, kiss, bite, and suck is the perfect, elegant counter to the other. A natural exchange of give and take—of power.
My core clenches as my jaw hangs in awe.
I have the urge to get out of their way so they can act upon this need to fulfill their blessed union, but I also don’t dare move for fear it will break this early morning spell, and reality will come crashing back in.
The fatal consequences of using magic duringsurvivalis the only thing keeping me from notfoldingusback to my home.
To my bed.
Without breaking their kiss, Levi rises to brace himself on one arm as he smoothly passes his body over mine to shift towards Azrael, who rolls onto his back, parting his thighs.
Relief and excitement nearly have me squealing aloud as Levi settles himself between Azrael’s legs. Their kiss intensifies, and Levi soon begins to grind against Azrael, who then reaches for Levi’s belt.
Licking my now too-dry lips, I watch with wide eyes, well aware I look like some crazed pervert, but am far too enthralled to care.
The moment Azrael’s hand reaches into Levi’s trousers, his teeth sink into Azrael’s lower lip on a groan before sucking it back into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.“Fuck, Az..."
Azreal and Levi’s gazes lower as Azrael pulls Levi’s cock out—long, thick, hard, and aching; wrapped in silken skin and plush veins; decorated in ink. A glistening string of pre-cum is already leaking from its broad, prominent crown.
Azrael hums his pleasure as he begins to stroke Levi’s engorged length.“Askash almighty...You’re going to make a mess of me already, aren’t you?”
Levi growls a curse as he sits back to unbuckle Azrael’s belt, and I don’t miss the look of surprise in his eyes when Levi smirks.
“Take off your top, princess.”
