Page 256 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“A flower; A seraphim; Divinity in sacred form. Only she blossoms in death’s presence. What is her name?”
Tenderness squeezes my heart, silencing whatever reprimand I was ready to lash him with and replacing it with more love and adoration than I know what to do with.
Truly, I am the luckiest female in all the realms.
Levi’s lids lower, holding my gaze before briefly dipping to my mouth, only to return as his voice lowers to a rumbling whisper. “And who does she belong to?”
I feel as though my heart has been struck by Eros’s arrow.
Leaning forward, sliding my hand up the broad expanse of his tattooed chest, I brush my lips against his as I whisper my reply. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
Emotion replaces humor in Levi’s expression as his eyes dance between each of mine as if looking for evidence. “I love you, Levi. I belong to you.”
He groans, dragging me against him. Somehow, I can feel his emotion, his desire and need for me rise and swell; the prickle of his magic surging forward with such force it reminds me of swimming too far into the sea’s depths.
The sheer intensity of it is something I’ve only experienced with one other being.
I draw back, breaking our kiss. The words are barely breathed.
“You exchanged blood..."
Levi gives me a nod as his large hand lifts to cup the back of my neck as he pulls me astride his lap. Trapped within leather trousers, his cock is already thick and firm against me?—
A throat is cleared behind us.
“Pardon the interruption, but we have some urgent matters to discuss, and a masquerade to prepare for.”
I rear back, arching a brow.
“I beg your pardon? As in my father’s masquerade?”
Azrael two nods. “The very one.”
My gut churns. I’ve heard of his debauched carnival.
Vaguely.
Even if the event does gain us entrance directly into my father’s palace, the thought of attending is sickening.
Levi heaves a sigh, hands squeezing my hips to hold me in place when I try to slide off of him. “Can’t you just will him dead and fuck off with the masquerade? If Violette isn’t opposed to the idea..."
As petty as it is... I am opposed. I want to kill him myself.
Force this cruel male to face me as he draws his last breath, even if I have to get my males to tie him down so I can do it. Torture long-sought answers from him that I’ve spent my life wondering about.
Both Azrael’s give identical rueful smirks.
Sacred fuck this is going to take some getting used to.
Shadow Azrael elaborates.“It isn’t quite that simple. Abyrion has a great many enemies and has spent fortunes honing skills, hiring those with more advanced powers of protection, and procuring some of the most powerful talismans, artifacts, and other trinkets to protect him. It’s not quite so simple as me merely thinking of him and willing his soul from his body. The moment my magic, or anyone’s magic, extends towards him it is repelled, and returned to them to wreak its havoc..."
Levi’s brows knit together in thought. “This is a new development, no?”
Shadow Azrael nods. “More or less... I will need to be in close proximity to him so that I am able to dismantle his wards, and kill whoever he has protecting him. But, at the very least, I know of no talisman that could thwart my magic, especially not if he’s nearby.”
My expression tightens. “I need to speak with him, Az. I need to?—”
All the questions I’ve been bottling up all these years swarm to the surface like sharks for chum.
