Page 299 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Her core squeezes me with each thrust, encouraging more slick sounds that coax me further to the edge. One of her hands seeks out mine as her nose trails my jaw until she approachesmy ear. Her voice is a whisper tinged with sadness.“Promise me, we’ll always have this... That I’ll always be enough for you.”
Pain and fear flares down our tether, and I know it’s because of Azrael. She fears that one day, I’ll want to end this life eventually too. I draw back slightly to hold her gaze.
Again, words fail to illustrate the verity and gravitas of my will, and my love for her.
“Seraphim, you’re the only reason I want to be here. Like a shadow, wherever it is that you go, I will follow–whether it be in this realm, an after realm, or back to Akash...I will be with you.”
Violette’s eyes glisten with emotion, lower lip trembling as she nods, and pulls me close.
My hands grasp her hips, sinking my fingertips into her flesh, and clutching her more firmly against me as my thrusts increase. The urge to meld this female into me–to place her safely in the haven of my heart where she never has to experience hurt ever again–is overwhelming.
Alas, my blood will have to suffice.
With one hand, I guide her head to my bared throat.
She doesn’t hesitate. Her fangs sink in–a sharp pain followed by exquisite euphoria.
In this position, her shoulder is vulnerable to me–my fangs graze her in warning and anticipation. The moment I pierce her skin, her body slackens in my arms and she moans around her mouthful, gulping down my blood. Her channel spasms around me and I return my thumb to caress the slickened hood of her clit. My thrusts turn ferevent–a hard, steady slamming of my hips–until my climax rises and bursts through me. Eyes rolling, I take one last gulp of her velvety rich blood as my movements stutter and gentle as my cock pulses inside her. Violette withdraws her fangs as she breathes a keening, whimpering sigh of pleasure.
I lean backto view the fruit of our efforts as I gently slide the wet length of my cock out of her until only the tip of my crown remains. My hands frame her core as my thumbs spread her wider and she clenches around me, sending a rush of my cum spilling out of her. The sight of which drags a deep, satisfied groan from the depths of me.“Fuck, seraphim. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
Violette sits forward and angles her head to look between us and a little moan escapes her. Slowly surging back inside her, my thumbs collect some of the leaking cum, spread it over her pink, swollen folds, and use what’s left to tease her clit with feather-light strokes.
Violette’s breath punches out of her as she gives me another whimper of pleasure and hips twitch. “Gods, Laz, if you keep doing that, we’ll never leave this closet.”
A grin curls a corner of my mouth as my eyes lift to meet her gaze. “Is that a promise?”
She chuckles softly, though it’s cut short by another moan as I continue to tease her cum-slicked pussy with reverent strokes of my fingers and cock.
I’m fairly certain the sun has risen by the time we finally leave.
I may or may not have stolen one of the mops for sentimental purposes.
VIOLETTE
Despite losing track of time at our broom closet rendezvous, Lazarus eventually fulfills his promise and takes me to Tempus’s domain. We’re standing in front of a glass palace cloaked in darkness, illuminated solely by distant starlight, and I turn to stare out at what I can only describe as a cosmicsoupof bubbling stars, water, plasma, and other things I don’t have names for."What is that?”
Lazarus stares out at the expanse with a furrowed brow, not looking nearly as impressed. “It’s known as the ocean of time.”
My brows lift. Thisocean of timelooks more like a swamp to me, but I supposeswamp of timedoesn’t have quite the same ring to it. Steam rises from the bubbling regions of its surface while other areas are near crystalline. The water is so clear I’m not entirely sure if the stars within are being reflected from above, or are visible below.
As beautiful as it is disturbing, it hardly looks welcoming.
Eventually, my eyes focus on the horizon, and I realize... we’re standing in a firmament. The curve of the horizon is low enough to reflect the strange water below on its crystalline surface.
My voice is breathy with awe.“Fascinating..."
Lazarus gradually nods. “They’re more common than you’d think.”
That draws my gaze. “Firmaments?”
He nods.
I’m about to ask which realms exactly, but the soft padding of footsteps sounds behind me draws my gaze, and I turn to find...a boy?
He looks like he can’t be older than seven or eight years old. His dark skin and long mane of hair practically glow, as does the unsettling, fangy grin he gives us.
Lazarus’ expression tightens with displeasure. “Tempus.”
