Page 82 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
She stole my pocket pussy.
A grin quirks a corner of my mouth.
Possessive much?
With anyone else, I’d have been annoyed, but the idea of her taking it—presumably because she doesn’t want me fucking anyone—anything—but her makes my dick twitch and fills me with a satisfaction I’m forced to shove away.
With my cock out, my jeans already open and sitting halfway down my hips, I walk into my bathroom to grab the bottle of conditioner I use specifically for jerking off.
Uncapping the lid, I squirt a moderate amount into one hand and work it over my shaft, gently twisting my palm over my crown and frenulum to tease myself to the edge of release.
I imagine it’s Violette’s arousal soaking my length.
Before any reasoning can kick in, I walk back to my bed, brace myself with one hand above the wet spot, drape her panties over the base of my cock, and begin to thrust into my hand.
My eyes close, and I imagine her spread wide beneath me, staring up at me with her lilac eyes, the black halo of her hair fanned around her head, lips parted on a whimpered moan.
Jesus, fuck.
Where are you?
There’s a massive ache in my chest that turns my efforts aggressive. Something inside me seems to burst to life, demanding that I mark this woman as mine.
And I can’t fucking do that without her here.
After a few frenzied minutes—sloppy, wet noises and all—my orgasm rises hard and intense, like a pointed spear of tingling energy exploding up my spine. Pressing my dick against her wet spot—if only to have some minute part of her against me—I work my crown as my cock pulses. A thick pool of cum forms beneath my tip.
My strokes slow as my orgasm subsides, and I heave a sigh of minor relief as I let myself lie inourmess as the deeply disconcerting urge to ruin this woman for anyone but me settles like a weighted blanket.
VIOLETTE
LATER THAT NIGHT
Gently, I coax open a portal that opens up in front of Levi’s house, beforefoldinginside. My heart hammers in my chest as I attempt to steal quiet steps across the wooden floorboards of his hallway. I’m wearing a long, sheer black dress with a deep-V and hip-high slits—so very similar to the one I wore when I last saw Azrael.
A mere coincidence.
The fabric teases my nipples, and the undergarment I’m wearing is lacy and crotchless, causing my arousal to wet my inner thighs. Pretty, beltless garters are strapped to each thigh. And despite how confident this outfit makes me look, I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been.
I blame it on the kidnapping.
Well...Outside of Winnow, that is, but that hardly counts.
Tied up and tortured? More times than I can count. But kidnapping?
If I’ve learned anything yet from having asoulbond,it’s that itwill blur the lines of one’s morality.
Perhaps even sanity.
My fist tightens around the enchanted coil of rope in my hand. Thankfully, it will do most of the work for me—snakearound his thickly muscled and heavily tattooed body, and render him utterly at my mercy.
The bedroom door is cracked open, and I peer through it to find him sleeping peacefully. My heart flutters with an entirely unacceptable emotion at the sight of my undergarment clutched loosely in one of his large, tattooed hands.
It bolsters my courage. Maybe he won’t resisttoomuch.
Straightening, I gently push on his bedroom door.
Levi’s eyes open in the same moment, silently tracking me as I cross his bedroom to stand at the foot of his bed, and a slow, knowing grin curls his infuriatingly perfect lips.
