Page 98 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
VIOLETTE
Iam... speechless. As a brothel mistress, I’ve had countless males between my legs, but never has one consumed me so completely and irreversibly. Even now, as he coaxes my body towards yet another climax while my mind is still reeling from the first.
And the way he does it?
The first time had been a swift and brutal demand for me to achieve orgasm. Done with so much passion and fervor, it left me breathless and managed to chisel away at some of the stone encasing my heart.
But now? The male is worshipping me with every gentle stroke of his strong, sure fingers; dancing slow, teasing circles around my clit with his tongue in between suckling as he groans in pleasure.
All while taking his precious time, savoring each and every moment of it.
Levi’s making love to me with his mouth.
And if it didn’t feel so fucking good, I’d make him stop because it’s making too much of that stony barricade protecting my heart crumble.
Who knew such a thing was possible—to be pleasured so thoroughly, and on such a soul-deep level, that it tears down your defences.
Sacred fuck...
Tears swell in my eyes as my orgasm surges, sending pinpricks of electrifying bliss to wash over every molecule of my body. From the tip of my tail to my horns. Shaky hands fist the sheets as Levi steals another orgasm from me. I can’t help but feel like he’s stolen a little of my soul with it.
By the time my climax subsides, I swiftly wipe away any evidence of my tears as he administers parting kisses and murmurs praise from between my slackened legs.
“Mmmmm... So fucking delicious. So fucking perfect,mia rovina.”
The meaning of the endearment isn’t lost to me thanks to the elixir I created years ago to imitate the effects of the Well of Tongues.
No, it makes my heart clench, and brings all my buried fears to the surface.
Darkly poetic and a mirror to my own emotion.
My ruin.
LEVI
Humming my pleasure, I cradle the back of Violette’s legs in my hands to graze my teeth against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Each nip punctuated by open mouth kisses.
“I could worship you all day. May I give you another?”
Her voice sounds oddly hoarse as she shakes her head.
“I think I need a moment…”
Before I can vocalize my protest, Violette closes her legs and rolls off the other side of the bed before disappearing into her bathroom. By some unseen force, the door closes behind her. There’s a sudden chill to the air that has nothing to do with the temperature.
My brows pinch, and something uncomfortable settles in my chest as I remain frozen, still kneeling, where I’d just held her in the palms of my hands.
Her sudden absence, after pouring every ounce of myself into her to fill her cup, and show her just how much I do care about her pleasure… feels like a kick in the face.
I hear a bath running from behind the door. My entire body screams to follow her behind it. The door is cracked open by only a sliver. I lean towards it.
“Violette... Did I do something wrong?”
The sound of a soft, muffled sob reaches my ears. I can’t stop myself from opening the door. She’s turned away from me, standing in a half-full, dark green tiled in-ground bathing pool, her face buried in her hands.
“Oh, Vi... ”
My heart feels like a tender, aching bruise as I round her bathing pool and descend the steps. I feel like I can’t get to her fast enough. Her body melts against mine as I wrap my arms around her, pull her firmly against my chest, and lower my head to hers.
