Page 153 of A Love Like Venom

No, he cherished it with his lips and worshipped with his hands.

And when I stared in his eyes and he stared in mine, both of us vulnerable and stripped bare we did more than just see straight to each other’s souls.

We both saw home.

A place where we can be safe and loved. A place where we can be vulnerable and not judged.

A place where we can be happy. Where there is no more pain and suffering.

Where darkness meets light and the moon kisses the sun.

Our love gave us a home. And wherever that takes us I know as long as I have him by my side then everything will be alright.

Arms come to wrap around me from behind. They pull me closer to his muscled chest and I close my eyes.

He kisses the top of my head while he holds me lovingly in his arms. I hum happily. There’s no place I would rather be.

The towel wrapped around my body scrunches up as his hands begin to roam my body.

His hands aren’t rushed but slowed. Like he’s trying to memorize my flesh with his fingers.

“Reed,” I breathe his name.

He groans, the sound coming from the back of his throat. “I love the feeling of my hands on your skin. How your body responds to my touch.” To prove his point his hand slips under the towel and places it on my inner thigh. His fingers are dangerously close to my pussy and I find myself pressing my legs together. Now I ache in a different way. “You come alive from my touch.” His voice is low and sensual. His fingers move teasingly up and down. With each stroke of his finger he comes dangerously close to touching my clit but not quite.

Arching my neck he nips my skin with his teeth. He then soothes the bites with his tongue before leaving a trail of kisses. His lips move to the shell of my ear and he says huskily, “What I love the most is that you gave it to me.”

“It’s yours. My body is yours.”

Taking my hand he slides it up the side of my body, raising it above my head and palms his cheek.

His stubble prickles my palm but I don’t mind. The sensations only heighten my desire for him.

Moving his hand from the inside of my thigh he then wraps it around my torso. With my back flush against his front I can feel every hard edge of him. And I do meanevery.

“And mine is yours. You own me, angel.”

Wanting nothing more than in this moment to see his face I go to turn my body and he lets me. My arms go to wound around his neck and his hands settle on my hips.

Hazel eyes bore into my ordinary brown.

Except the way he stares at me makes me think nothing about me could ever be ordinary.

He stares at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. That he only has eyes for me. That I’m the only one he craves.

He looks at me like I’m everything.

I would know because that’s how I look at him.

That’s how I have always looked at him.

“I love you, Reed Carter.” My fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“I love you, Alice Hall. More than I thought I was ever capable of.” His voice is gruff.

My lips twitch. “I always have. And I thought that one day it would stop. That I couldn’t possibly love you more than the day before but everyday I find myself falling for you more.”

His hands grip my hips harder as he pulls me closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to the tip of my nose before peppering kisses on my cheeks. It takes me a second to realize that he’s kissing my freckles. Freckles that I would always get teasedabout during school. Freckles that my mother and sister thought were imperfections on my face.

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