Page 40 of Rawest Venom

Filling with blood and lust, it aches as it stretches against my trousers. Longing to be coddled, I attempt to focus on the ice water left in my glass, the condensation on my fingers cooling me down when I grip the glass. Slightly.

And for the last part of the date, I know how to get her to relax fully. Completely under me.

Just after the final course, she says, “That was themostamazing meal I’ve ever had.”

“Mmm, it was okay, but I have a feeling I could get something better.”

The tip of her tongue dips to her lip to gather up some crème brûlée that escaped, and all I can think about is coating her mouth with a different sticky substance. “No way. Where? In Paris? Venice?”

With a smirk, I say, “No, right here.” Wrapping my hands around her waist, I sit her on the table in front of me, her long gown snagging on my arm.

“Cal!” she squeals, glancing behind her toward the kitchen door.

“Settle and let me eatmydessert.” Sliding the satin up her legs with my palms, her lacy nude thigh-high stockings and garter belt are exposed. “Lift up,” I say, hooking a finger into the waistband of her thong, then tug it down as her hips rise for me.

“What if someone sees us?”

I shrug as I tuck her panties in my pocket for later. Suckling one thigh with my lips, she leans back on her elbows, her inhale audibly shaky. Every muscle beneath my kiss quivers when I slowly ease my way up to her core with the utmost care. Gentle, calculated. Her fingers spread on either side of my head, then scrunch my hair, the nails scratching my skin and causing sparks of electricity to shoot down my spine all the way to my raging erection.

As I reach her center, I sit back slightly to look at it. Really look. It’s perfect. Pussy glistening with the only liquid that will quench my thirst. Thick and full labia,clit poking out and sitting like a crown on top, pink and pretty.

“Cal…please.” I must have taken too long studying her in a trance, but I snap out of it with an exhale, my hot breath causing every tiny body hair on her skin to stand up. She’s bare, waxed, so there’s no hint of what true color she is, and some part of me is disappointed. While gazing into her dazzled emerald eyes, I lean forward and place the tip of my tongue at the apex. She quickly stops her rising scream by biting her bottom lip while I moan into her as the first hint of her flavor touches my lips.

How many nights had I questioned exactly how she would taste? It’s not lavender, but more like the spring she smelled of when I caught a sense of who she was. Musky, but clean. A slight bit sour, but also rich and full. And hidden beneath is a hint of sweetness. All I know is I need more.

Pushing farther into her, she whimpers as I flick on her clit repeatedly, then suction it inside my mouth, licking up any falling juices for my own satisfaction. “Fuck, you taste like I’d never need to eat again. If I can just—If I can just snack on this, I’ll be satisfied.” An open-mouthed moan replies as I suck harder, dancing my tongue in circles around and around, then snake one finger toward her entrance.

Running it through her wet and puffy lips, I plunge my finger inside as her hips buck up against my face, thighs collapsing around my head. “Ride me, puppet.” The name slips out, humming against her skin, but I’m just as heated as she is, delirious with desire. Grindingher pussy against my nose, I add a second finger to her hole, fucking her with my fingers until they slosh with the sounds of her sensuality.

“Fuck me. Ride my face. Make me a mess. Come all over me. I wanteverythingfrom you.” And I do. I’ll take it all. Every writhe of her hips against my face becomes more of my own indulgence.

As her loud wails of pleasure heighten, she throws her head forward to capture my eyes with hers. Applying full pressure with my kiss, my fingers claw toward her center, craving to edge closer to her soul as she collapses around me.

And then I see it.

Tears well up in her eyes, and there it is. For a moment on her face lies sincerity. Her unraveling is fully authentic. It was there that night in the funhouse, but mixed with fear and terror. Now, she’s released herself from what was holding her back and I seeher. Not a puppet. NotJane…

Veracity.

And I want to fuck her, be inside her, mix myself with that realness and have it envelop me. Fill me whole. I want her.

But as soon as her pussy stops quivering around my hand, the fear and feigning returns. She’s gone as quickly as she came. Scooting back on the table, she pushes her dress down in a hurry. Through a fake laugh, she says, “Well, now, let me take care of you.”

But I don’t want it anymore.

“Nah, this was about you tonight,” I say, gathering all her leftover arousal on my face. Licking my fingersclean one by one, I try to savor that image in my mind of the moment I met that Unnamed. Whoever she was is the woman I want, the one I need. The one I’ve always searched for.

This one bores me.

Sixteen

JANE

Iscrewed up. Hopefully, no one saw me. My mask dropped, which edged my plan forward slightly too soon. Confession lies on my lips like a bee sting, plump and pulsating with pain. Either path could lead to certain death, but I’m not ready to die. Cal said if I play my cards right… Somehow, someway, we need to bealone.

No cameras or phones. No tanks, or armor, orspies. Just us.

“That’s it. It’s over.”

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