Page 24 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Has no one ever asked him such a thing?
Despite his intense masculinity, there is something boyish about him. He shakes his head a little helplessly as he scrubs a hand over the back of his head. One bulging bicep tests the limits of the sleeve of his shirt.
“You’re gonna laugh.”
My heart flutters with excitement. “Oh my gods, youhave totell me now.”
Lucen smirks, sighing and relenting. “I wanted to become an acrobat and a trapeze artist.”
A surprised giggle escapes me. “Wow. That’s... incredible.”
He nods, laughing sheepishly, looking all the more boyish and that much more endearing.
“And you wanted to join the circus?”
Lucen’s grin stretches from ear to ear. “Desperately.”
My heart squeezes with sympathy even as I laugh. Feeling bolder than ever before, I reach out to give his forearm a squeeze. “Oh my goodness, you poor thing.”
He swipes at his eyes, feigning tears, as he leans in closer to me.
“Yes, poor me.”
My breath catches as he hovers mere inches from my face, gaze searching mine for permission. Butterflies take flight in my stomach. I lick my lips. His eyes lower to my mouth. When I give no protest, he leans in, capturing my lips.
Fireworks explode.
In my heart.
And my vagina.
Lucen’s lips slide against mine before parting to gently suck my lower lip between his. A soft moan of pleasure and surprise escapes me as my arousal blossoms.
Oh, fuck. Is this what kissing is supposed to be like?
I lean into him on a sigh as his arms come around me and he pulls me against his chest.
Akash-all-fucking-mighty, this is incredible.
No wonder Thessaly is so promiscuous.
My tongue seeks Lucen’s with a tentative flick. He reciprocates, groaning into me as our kiss deepens.
My heart hammers as I feel his hardness pressing into my abdomen. My clit tingles and throbs with need.
His large hands stroke gently over my hair. My hands fist the front of his shirt.
Gods, yes. Is this what I’ve been missing?
I want more.
Immediately.
Lucen’s hands roam, caressing their way down the length of my body before scooping me up by the backs of my legs, careful not to jostle my wings. He walks us to a dark corner of the empty balcony until my back is pressed against the wall.
What I lack in experience, I make up for in pure desire and instincts. My hips grind against his length. His fingers dig intothe flesh of my hips as his body tenses, and he pulls away, breathless.
“Fuck, Raia..."
