Page 249 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Oh... my, my, my.
I silently deliberate on a scale of one to ten how immoral it is to imagine what else those shadows can do.
Memories of him grasping my thighs and dragging my pussy over his mouth flood my mind.
And as if Azrael’s shadow can seeexactlywhere my train of thought has wandered, he has the audacity to give me one of those offensively dashing grins.
I gulp.
His grin widens before his head tips back with laughter.
“Akash, you’re beautiful when you blush.”
This of course makes me blush further.
My clit aches harder.
Even as I feel some strange sense of guilt for sharing a bathtub with someone that isn’t entirely Azrael... ?
Fuck, I’m so confused.
“How much of Azrael are you?”
Azrael’s shadow seems to weigh this internally for a moment.
“I am him... but I am also not him. When Levi cut off my head and my incorporeal body was liberated, I began to develop a second consciousness. The more time I spent outside of my body, the more separate I became, but I am still me. He is still me..."
My eyes narrow, certain there’s more for him to explain. He sighs, scrubbing a wet hand over his jaw before he returns to massaging my feet.
“You know how we can only experience time in a linear fashion because we’re experiencing one of the lower dimensions?”
“Yes..."
“Well, imagine each person’s life is a singular thread sewn across a blanket of time, but my thread at some point split into two, weaving in different directions.”
There’s an absence of words as my mind illustrates this.
He squeezes my foot as if begging an answer.
“Wouldn’t I still be me?”
I shake my head, unmoored by this entire revelation. “I see your point... What does this mean for Azrael? Will you two divide his powers? You can’t just abandon him and keep them all for yourself.”
Azrael pauses, thoughtful. “It shall indeed be discussed.”
I frown.
The sounds of ecstasy echoing from the bedroom are suddenly grating against my rising anxiety—despite how much I yearn for them to fall just as deeply in love with one another as I have for them.
“How did you get a body?”
“I paid a visit to Persephone and Mors.”
Jealousy consumes me like hungry flames as I force my expression to remain neutral.
“And?”
A knowing grin curls one corner of his mouth.
