Page 298 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
My words drift as realization settles in... It wouldn’t exactly bemerescuing her. It would be my original self... And although, it is stillme...It also feels like a different person.
Violette strokes my cheeks with her thumbs as her eyes search mine, and she shakes her head. “There is no pain I wouldn’t endure for you, remember?”
My eyes slip shut and I lower my forehead to hers. My heart thuds heavy and full. “I love you, and I wish for nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity proving it to you.”
The words, no matter their verity, are insufficient. Words alone will never be able to fully express the depths of my love for this female.
My mouth captures hers in a soft and sensual dance of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Tenderly at first.
Seeking.
Exploratory.
And most of all...
Reverent.
All while my hands and shadows caress the valleys and peaks of her body.
She sighs and softly moans her pleasure, pulling me more firmly against her.
When her hips start to writhe, still cradled by shadows, I briefly break our kiss to summon a ball of spit to my lips and let it fall directly onto her clit. My hand wanders between us to administer feather-light circles around her clit.
Violette curses on a gasp as her hips thrust forward, brushing the underside of where my cock lays upon her abdomen–hardened to the point of pain, and dribbling a pool of pre-cum. Her hands reach to guide me to her entrance.
“Oh, fuck... Laz, please–
With one hand, I collect both of hers and pin them above her head to the column of the shelf. My voice drops to a growl. “Behave.”
Her eyes widen with surprise before growing heavy-lidded with desire.
She doesn’t resist.
I reward her by lavishing each of her breasts with affection–teasing each nipple into turgid peaks as my thumb continues to coax her clit and her entrance. She’s soon writhing beneath me once more as she whispers a pretty word.“Please..."
Grunting my approval, my hand captures her jaw as I graze one of my fangs over my lower lip. Blood blooms to the surface, trickling down my chin. “Open.”
The hunger in Violette’s eyes is palpable, and she promptly offers me the flat of her tongue. Sucking my bleeding lower lip into my mouth, I summon blood and saliva before letting it fall onto her palette. She groans her pleasure, swallowing me down before seeking out my mouth.
Finally, I draw my hips back to drag my length down to Violette’s core. My hips nudge forward, pressing my crown firmly against her entrance, gradually stretching her around me so fucking tight it makes my balls ache with need for release. It’s coupled with the weight of love burning in my chest with the force of a fucking sun, and when I look back up to meet her gaze, I see every ounce of that love shining through her eyes.
We might be standing in a musty broom closet, but Ifeellike I’m in fucking heaven.
All because of her.
Sliding into the hilt, my hands glide over each precious curve of her body until my hands cup her cheeks. I lower my head to capture her mouth once more.
Our kiss isn’t rushed or ravenous—though there is a time and a place that. Instead, it’s with a tenderness and reverence I’ve never experienced with anyone else—nevercouldexperience with anyone else. Sex with Violette isn’t mere animalistic friction.
It’s worship and devotion; holy and sacred.
Everyone and everything before her cannot be compared–and I’ll never settle for anything less ever again.
Her nails graze my scalp, fingers curling to grip my hair and hold me close.
My hips dedicate a deep, steady rhythm that she writhes in sync to.
