Page 182 of A Love Like Venom

As he slams inside me one more time I finally combust. My back arches off the floor as I scream his name. Fireworks dance before my eyes. Tingles shoot all throughout my body.

He continues his onslaught as my body is coming down. When I open my eyes I see the sweat dripping from his brow and covering his skin.

Seeing him like this, lost in his desires, consumed by the feeling of us has me getting wet all over again.

Reed Carter has always been a ruggedly beautiful man but seeing him like this . . .

God, it’s something else entirely and it has me building up to another orgasm.

With my pussy sensitive from the orgasm I just came done from every hard thrust from him is even more intense. A dash more bite of pain. But that pain falls away when his hand slips between us. He begins to finger my clit and I cry out with the pleasure it brings me.

“Faster. Harder,” I beg him. Complying he flicks at my clit harder and at a faster pace. Then he picks up the pace with his thrusts.

He’s at a brutal pace now. The hardest that he has ever fucked me.

And I am loving every fucking second of it.

“Give into me, Alice. Let go and give into me,” he commands. Not being able to contain myself any longer I shatter around him. This orgasm more powerful than the last. “Alice!” He screams my name and pumps a couple more times before pulling out and finally coming over my stomach.

Then he drops his body on top of mine. Our sweaty skin mixed with his cum making our bodies sticky.

I feel his hot breath on my skin. I love the feeling of his body on top of mine. The weight of him not bothering me at all. In fact I wish there was I way I could keep him wrapped around meforever. My hands play with the wet strands of his hair. A smile plays on my lips.

I want this forever.

“I love you,” I tell him in a soft voice.

Raising his head he gives me the softest smile that reaches his hazel eyes. When he looks at me like this it’s hard to see the man that everyone else does. It’s hard to see the darkness he’s capable of. Even though his hands are stained with blood and his body is scarred I don’t see none of that at all when I look at him.

I only see a man who loves me completely. One who would do anything for me. Protect me from all evil. Be my shield and sword. I see a man who wants to be good, someone better. Someone who wants to be worthy of the love he receives.

And he’s all of those things.

But most of all he is someone who is good. Someone who is worthy.

How could I not be in love with him?

“I don’t think you could possibly know how much I love you,” gruffly, he tells me.

My fingers trace his brow bone before tracing his lips. “If it’s anywhere close to how much I love you then I know.”

“Well you have to add more to know how I feel,” he says cheekily.

At that I laugh. “More?”

He nuzzles his face between my breasts to then give me a sloppy kiss at the base of neck. When he looks back up at me his eyes are light and his smile carefree. He looks younger like this. “More.” He kisses my neck. “More.” He kisses the underside of my jaw. “More.” He kisses my lips and gives me the taste of his sinful tongue.

Dazed, I look in his eyes. “My romantic Reed Carter.”

“Yours in every way and don’t you forget it.”

I don’t think I ever could.

Later in the evening after we had a shower, a shower that only got us dirtier and we had to wash ourselves again, we joined everyone for dinner.

What I love the most about this club is their sense of family. Each night we all have dinner together and talk amongst each other like we have known one another our entire lives.

Rosa, whose cooking is the best that I have ever had in my life never disappoints. She’s been teaching me more sophisticated meals. By that I mean ones with actual instructions to follow and aren’t instant. I’ve been doing good so far but my cooking skills could definitely use more help.

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