Page 47 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
His cock presses hard against me, causing my panic to spike.
“Darling, you’ll make me burn the food.”
His fingers dig into the curve of my ass as I hear the click of the stove’s burners turning off. His teeth nip at my lips. “Problem solved.”
I force myself to chuckle and press a swift but firm kiss to his lips.
“I missed you, too.”
Before he can escalate things, I slide out from between where he has my hips pinned to the counter and usher him towards the dining chair at the head of the table.
The drink caddy on the dining table has everything from liquor to wine to water.
Each one is already laced with a bit of Thessaly’s elixir. The interior of the singular glass is already painted with it as well.
As is the food on the stove and the plates sitting on the counter beside it.
I have left no room for chance or error.
“I wanted to give you a little show..."
He quirks a brow. “Oh?”
I nod, forcing myself to not break character; to not allow the tears burning the back of my eyes to breach the surface as I bite my lower lip to tame a feigned feline grin—when all it wants to do is crumple beneath the burden of this pain.
“Yes... I wanted to wear something special for you.”
His pupils widen, eyes darkening with lust. The thick outline of his cock tests the seams of his trousers.
The words ‘Shall I pour you a drink?’are on the tip of my tongue, but the growing suspicion in Lucen’s eyes gives me pause.
“Feeling generous, are we?”
My heart thunders in my chest as I perch my bum on the edge of the table and place one foot high on Lucen’s thigh. The sadness darkening my features is as genuine as it’s ever been, even if the words lack verity.
“The last few days have been stressful, Lucen. Borderline traumatizing. But…”
My throat works as I finally allow my tears liberation.
“I can’t bear the idea of losing what we have together…”
I hope you burn for an eternity in the lowest circle of Hell.
“I love you, despite your temper or whatever nasty business you’re involved in.”
Even if what I’m about to do condemns me to join you.
The suspicion in Lucen’s eyes dissipates.He shakes his head, brows knitting together as his large hand curls gently around my ankle. The organ in my chest pounds, eager to escape.
He could snap my ankle like a twig.
Instead, he strokes the length of my calf as he looks up at me.
“I don’t deserve you, sweetling…”
Die a million excruciating deaths.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the sadness and guilt in his eyes were genuine. Maybe they are, and he’s experiencing a rare moment of clarity. Either way, I recognize that I need to match his vulnerability.
