Page 236 of A Love Like Venom

He’s also nude.

Gloriously nude.

I lick my lips in anticipation as my eyes travel down his body. I let my desire for him be shown.

After everything that has happened to him, he needs to know that I still find his body desirable.

And holy fuck do I.

My hands come up to grip his shoulders and then travel along his body. My fingers encounter all his scars, new and old but I continue to touch him. I touch him lovingly, hungrily. Craving him more than I need my next breath.

“You’re beautiful, Reed. Every inch of you.” My voice is soft yet undeniably raw.

His eyes shine down at me. “There are days where I don’t believe it but when you look at me . . .” He closes his eyes and shudders above me while I touch his scars. When he opens them,I see nothing but his love staring right back at me. “When you look at me I fucking believe it.”

He slams his lips down on mine.

I can taste myself on his lips and it only makes it more erotic. He kisses me with a fever. An unsatisfied hunger. And I match his urgency, kissing him back with just as much hunger. My fingers twine in the ends of hair before raking them down his back. He shudders from my touch and kisses me harder. I grip my hands on his ass and push him near my entrance.

Releasing my lips, he then braces himself above me. We are perfectly aligned. The head of his cock kisses my entrance. But before he does anything he goes to reach in the bedside drawer.

I stop him with a firm hand on his forearm and he looks down at me with a brow raised. “You don’t have to,” I tell him.

“You sure?”

I nod my head. Innocently I blink up at him with a small smile on my face. “I’m on the pill.”

“You’re on the pill?” His voice is strangled.

I nod my head again, my smile wider. “Yes, and you know what that means?” I ask him. He swallows, gazing down at me with intensity. Raising myself up I bring my lips to the outer shell of his ear. “It means I want to feel you coming inside me.”

His eyes molten with desire. The tendons in his neck strain as well as the muscles in his arms. “You’re going to kill me.”

I nip his earlobe before pulling it with my teeth. I don’t miss the sound of pleasure he makes nor how the tip of his cock slides in my pussy.

I press kisses along his jawline. My lips cover every inch of skin that they can. Finally, I press one on the corner of his lips before slanting mine over his. He kisses me back, but I can tell he’s in a daze.

Between kisses I ask him rather saucily, “Wouldn’t it be worth it?”

His eyes lock on mine. Swallowing he then answers gruffly, “Always. You will always be worth it.”

And then what he does next is what we have both been waiting for. He thrusts his hips and slides all the way inside me. Despite coming twice and still being wet it’s still a tight fit. I clench around him wanting him to move. He pulls out almost completely and then slams back inside me. My head hits the pillow as my legs come to wrap around his hips.

This feels way too good.

I don’t know how it can feel any better.

He keeps a steady pace, but his thrusts are hard each time. And each time that he does he hits that delicious spot inside me that has me making sounds I should be embarrassed of.

I can feel myself working up to another orgasm. The tightness in my muscles. The build and heat simmering inside of me.

Dropping his head down to my neck he asks huskily, “Do you trust me?”

My hands frame his face, forcing him to look at me. “You know I do.”

He withdrawals and I feel a desperate ache. I’m about to ask him why he suddenly stopped but then he flips me on my stomach. Then he props my hips up to where my face is down on the pillow and I’m on my knees. His hand trails from my nape, down my spine and then he grips my ass.

“Arch your back, angel,” he orders in a voice that I can’t help but obey his command.

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