Page 238 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Just when I thought we had an actual moment to breathe.
“How many of them are out there?”
“Twelve.”
My brows knit together. “Twelve?”
Azrael’s brows cinch further. “Yes, twelve…”
“Is there another god among them?”
“No... ?”
“Can they make the blood in my veins boil? Or... set me on fire with just a thought?”
Azrael gives me a strange look. “Well, no, but?—”
A soft chuckle rises from my chest as I sling my M-16. My posture relaxes, and I clap a hand on his shoulder. “Let them come.”
Azrael looks bewildered. Helpless. Dismayed. “But I have no magic to protect us.”
“Violette and I do. Plus,” I pat the assault rifle hanging from its sling, “We’ve handled a lot more than twelve hostiles. We’re good. You’re underestimating yourself.”
Azrael and Violette exchange a look. Violette gives a prim grin. “I’m going to bathe.”
She stands, pressing a swift kiss to his lips as she saunters away, willing away her clothing as she does.
Azraeland I are left standing in her wake. My dick half hard just from that fleeting glimpse of flesh before she shuts the door behind her.
My eyes slide back to his. “Have you never fought without your magic?”
Azrael frowns. “Countless times.”
I tilt my head, studying him. “Well, what's the problem then?”
Azrael gives me a look that says the answer should be obvious.
“It was only my own well-being that depended on it.”
My heart aches at that. I step forward, diminishing the space between us until only a few inches separate our lips. “Come here, princess.”
The tension in Azrael’s body bleeds away as he huffs a soft laugh. That luminous gaze searching my eyes before dipping to my mouth and he leans in to press his lips to mine. Tentatively at first, before our lips part, tongues seeking, caressing.
My cock hardens furtherand I grip his waist, pulling his chest against mine. Something that starts in my heart and reaches all the way to my soul blossoms as our kiss deepens.
My forehead rests against his as we break our kiss.
Azrael’s words are scarcely a whisper, but the urgency in them is louder than the highest decibel. That thing between us pulls so tight in my chest, it feels like a cord about to snap.
“Take my blood. Please.”
My breathing stills and I pull back slightly to weigh the gravitas in his gaze.
“At least then, I can have the peace of mind that no matter what becomes of our corporeal forms, our souls will always find their way back to one another—in any after realm, in any life and incarnation.”
My heart pounds in my chest as tears sting my eyes.
I’ve never heard more romantic words in my life.
