Page 245 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Oh, fuck.
I break our kiss.
“Levi, we forgot?—”
“Hush.”
Bringing my wrist to his mouth, he presses a lingering kiss to the bulk of muscle on my forearm. Gaze holding mine, his fangs sink in. A moment later his eyes roll back and the tingling warmth of his venom seeps into my veins.
Oh, fuck.
Akash almighty, that’s potent.
A dizzying kind of bliss washes over me as my arousal blossoms anew, hardening my length, and making me clench around Levi’s cock, thickening once more inside of me.
My heart pounds as I feel my magic returning—even if only in part—as if my incorporeal form has returned, for him.
The sounds of bone cracking and flesh splitting dims the euphoria booming through me until a moment later, my eyes widen in awe as I watch a set of giant wings unfurl from his back over the bed behind him. Unlike mine, his aren’t feathered. They’re leathery and membranous like Nephilim wings—and drenched in blood.
Yet, somehow, he hardly seems to notice.
With every additional gulp, his magic increases, pulsing harder and harder until the pressure of it threatens to make my ears pop like I’m flying too high.
When he withdraws and opens his eyes, his irises and pupils have disappeared; replaced entirely by dark, shifting fractals that glow—almost like a gothic kaleidoscope pattern constantly shifting and folding in on itself like a tessaract. I’ve never seen anything like it. It is as unsettling as it is beautiful and mesmerizing. A singular blood-red tear streaks down one cheek.
What magic is this?
My lips part on a gasp just before his hips begin to move again, whiting out all thought and replacing it with a blissful arousal that seems to penetrate my very bones.
Levi brings his wrist to his lips, biting the flesh there before bringing it to my lips.
The taste of his blood instantly awakens my slumbering hunger.
I groan around my mouthful as his blood flows, and I gulp it down all while he thrusts inside of me. The broad head of his crown pressing so firmly against that blissful spot inside of me coupled with the effects of his venom and the taste of his blood has another climax coiling, and rising, but I hold it back, not wanting this moment to end. Distantly, I hear a bang on the door of our room, but it vanishes a moment later as Levi’s magic makes the hair on my arms rise. I’m too far gone in ecstasy to dwell on the fact that Levi kept his word. There are now twelve fewer souls lingering beyond our room.
After swallowing one last gulp of his blood, I press my forehead to his.
More helpless than I’ve ever heard him, the sound is sweet and intimate in a way that I’m certain only Violette and I will ever hear, and has my heart spilling over. Levi’s strokes remain steady, slow, and heartrendingly tender as my rising orgasm demands to reach its peak. My hips rock against him to counter his as a deep moan is liberated from my chest and ropes of my cum spill between us.
Our words spoken on shared, warm breath.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Levi..."
“I love you, Az... I’m sorry for ever hurting you.”
His words take me by surprise, stealing the air from my lungs. The briefly fatal event, only just over a week ago, is all but forgotten. My throat closes with emotion at the sound of the pain and remorse in his voice, and I have to grip his shoulder to quell the tears burning my eyes.
“Darling, I would die a thousand gruesome deaths and more if it led me to you.”
His lips graze mine as if intending to capture mine in a kiss, but before he can, he pants roughly, baring his fangs in the mostgloriously masculine display of untethered pleasure as his cock pulses inside me once more and he gifts me another one of those sweet noises meant only for mine and Violette’s ears.
In all my eons of life I’ve never been happier or more content than I am now, even as my soul yearns for Violette. And as I bask in the afterglow of our union, I feel some distant part of me—my domain—healing.
Ourinessa.
VIOLETTE
Surely there is cheese in this tavern.
