Page 207 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“That’s it. Milk my cock, princess... Take every?—”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Drop.”
His strokes turn deep and slow, and his thick, warm cum begins to leak out of me.
Levi lowers his forehead to mine and briefly captures my lips in a demanding kiss. “Tell me who you belong to, princess.”
I don’t miss the lingering desperation in his gaze as my lips graze his and I whisper my reply, our warm breath mingling.
“You, Levi. Before and after death, I am yours, and you are mine.”
VIOLETTE
Something is off. During our frantic love-making, I chalked it up to him surrendering to oursoulbond, and the fear of loss and abandonment that haunts him. But the dark mood he’s trying to hide behind a mask of stoicism is bursting at the seams.
No matter how normal Levi attempts to act while tending to my every need—like now, manually towel-drying me. And the longer he goes without communicating whateveritis, makes me feel like I’m going to jump out of my fucking skin as my mind imagines every possible or impossible worst-case scenario.
The rug.
The fucking rug.
This is it, it’s being ripped out from beneath me. This perfect little bubble we’ve created has popped.
The moment Levi kneels to towel-dry my lower half, I fist what I can of the too-short length of his hair as I growl. His gaze meets mine, burning with desire andpain—not from my grip on his hair, but whatever it is he’s trying to hide.
The sight of which softens my words.
“You will tell me what is wrong, or I swear to Akash?—”
Levi’s head twists, snapping his fangs at the hand gripping his hair and forcing me to release it. He doesn’t even graze my wrist, nor did he intend to—the action too slow and deliberately too far from my wrist and hand to actually strike my flesh. Regardless, my shock is followed by a sharp flare of anger.
My palm connects with his cheek, and the impact sends a loudthwackthrough the air.
A dark grin spreads across Levi’s face. Blood stains his teeth—his cheek cut on his own fang. “Again.”
Emotion swells in my chest and down our tether. I recognize this all too well.
“No.”
I will not numb the pain of whatever wound you’re hiding with more pain.
My breath is forced out of me on a soft grunt as he picks me up and forces me beneath him faster than I could have anticipated. My muscles grow tight as my heart pounds in anticipation of... I don’t know what.
Levi’s arms gently thread tightly around my waist as he lowers his head to my sternum. His back and shoulders expand beneath my hands as he draws in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry.”
I remain silent, waiting for an explanation as we lie on the bathroom floor.
“Azrael and I got into an argument last night.”
My hands cradle his jaw, lifting his gaze to mine. Shocked, again, by the level ofhurtI see there.
