Page 294 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
VIOLETTE
*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DC
“Even in death, sweet seraphim, I am yours.”My chest hums at his declaration, the words oddly familiar. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard more romantic words... but I am a female of action. I press my lips to his, moaning softly as he welcomes me eagerly. His cock is swift to thicken, pinned between us. My hips rock gently against him in encouragement. Licking a stripe up his throat, collecting each precious drop of perspiration conjured from the heat of the bath, I murmur against him. “Do you know how much I love you, Azrael?”
My teeth graze and nip at his earlobe before sucking it between my lips. “Do you feel just how much you belong to me?”
Azrael’s fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he surrenders a groan of need.
I drag my clit down his engorged cock from frenulum to base as I drag my nails over his scalp before grasping a fistful of his hair to bare his throat to me. “How much Iownyou?”
He shudders in my arms as I continue to work my pussy over his length. His thighs tremble beneath me as he whimpers, helpless, needy, and utterly mine. “Sacred fuck... seraphim. I’m going to cum like this if you don’t stop.”
My lips split in a grin against the column of his throat. “Say please.”
Azrael’s legs and hands twitch as I slow my working hips, muscles taut. His voice drops to a half-moan, half-growl.“Please.”
Dragging my core back up, my ascent stops not at his frenulum, but his crown.
Azrael freezes.
There is a moment of held breath where I hesitate, and our eyes meet. Realization sobers his gaze. He knows what I’m about to do. That I’m about to put an end to this suicidal plan of his. My heart pinches with empathy and guilt because, in that fleeting moment, he does not seize the opportunity to stop me.
I slam my hips down, forcing his entire length inside me as my fangs pierce his flesh.Relief and euphoria cascade over me as my venom descends—and Azrael is helpless to it. Already his cock pulses inside me—fulfilling his vow to me.The very one he sought to destroy himself with.
My hips grind as I moan around my mouthful of his precious blood.
The orgasm that washes over me is made bittersweet by my betrayal.
When it recedes, I swiftly sever the tendrils boasting thorns of guilt that wind around my heart. Gently, I withdraw my fangs and sit back, bracing myself for his ire.
Already, I can feel his magic returning, ushering in reassurance that, at least, he is no longer mortal.
Is no longer dying.
Even if he hates me for it.
Azrael’s face is slackened with shock.
Silent.
I refuse to feel guilty.
Heedless of my will, it takes root in my chest anyway.
With each silent moment that passes, anxiety gnaws upon me like a dog, a bone.
“Did you honestly think I would just sit back andallowyou to do this to us?”
Azrael’s silence endures.
My stomach churns with guilt and indignation in equal measure.
Azrael gently lifts my hips and pulls me off of his rapidly softening cock, before standing, forcing me to stumble backwards.
My eyes burn.
He will forgive me.
