Page 80 of The Venom We Bleed

I grit my teeth as his fingers slip through my folds. A hiss escapes him as if he’s been burned. “Should’ve known you’d be like fire on my fingertips,” he murmurs, as if he’s talking to himself. His head tilts down and his eyes fix squarely on where his hand rests against me. One finger rubs in circles around my clit, putting just the right amount of pressure on the bundle of nerves that makes me cry out again and arch against his touch. A gush of wetness sluices out of me. He takes the finger away and I want to claw at him to force it back. Thankfully, he’s not leaving me hanging and that finger, joined by two more, spears right into my cunt.

Nolan leans closer, breaths panting against my ear as he groans out his next words. “You’re fucking gripping my fingers like a vise,” he tells me. “Makes me wonder how tight you’ll choke my cock when I get inside of you.”

More of those sparklers appear, dancing around and around. My body is scalding hot, fireworks pooling low in my belly, getting ready to go off. I reach for the man hovering over me, my nails scrape his bicep.

“Make me come.” I don’t know where I get the courage to order him around, but I’m not going to think about it too hard. I’m too desperate for this release. There’s ecstasy waiting just over the hill I’m cresting, and I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Nolan’s dark chuckle rumbles against my cheek, low and foreboding. As if my demand is nothing but a role he’s been given and he’s more than happy to play the part. “As you wish, Princess.”

His thumb moves up and over my clit, pressing, rubbing. His fingers withdraw and push back inside. I gasp as he nuzzles down and then latches on to one of my nipples. Lips. Teeth.Tongue. Fingers. It’s all over me. Inside me. My hips follow the movements of his hand, seeking out the pleasure that he can give me. I cry out, gyrating faster and faster and still my orgasm doesn’t come. Nails against his shoulders, scratching, scraping. Raw. Bloody. Wicked.

"Nolan!” I sob his name, begging for something I’m not entirely sure how to make happen.

“Remember,” Nolan replies as he shuffles down further on the bed. “This is an exchange. Tit for tat, Princess. You’re gonna be such a good girl after I’m done, aren’t you? You’re gonna suck my cock so fucking good. Gonna show me how an elite princess drinks my cum.”

Sweat coats my chest, beads against my temples, slides into my hair. I’m insane for thinking this was a good idea. He’s trying to kill me. Torture me in both the sweetest and worst way possible. A groan and a plea leave my lips. Both of his hands are on my hips now, dragging one of my legs further up and hooking it over a wide shoulder as Nolan settles himself lower. Shock has me looking down as I set my elbows into the mattress beneath me and sit up. Though I can’t see his face as clearly as I want to, I can feel his breath against my core.

Thumb easing one of my pussy lips to the side, Nolan blows a single stream of air over my heated flesh. “I expect to be rewarded for this, Juliet,” he states. “I want more than just praise. I want you to come all over my face and tell me how much you love my mouth on your cunt afterward.”

God, his mouth. No one would ever know it by just looking at him, but Nolan Pierce has the kind of mouth that only the filthiest of devils possess. I didn’t think I’d be into that, but I have to admit it now as my pussy gushes with liquid heat—I am.

“Come on my tongue and beg me for relief, Juliet,” Nolan demands. “Let me give it to you. Let me feel you.”

Delirious with lust, I’m ready to give him anything he fucking wants if he’ll just finish me when Nolan finally lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.

I’m lost. Broken.

Being eaten out by Nolan Pierce is an out-of-body experience. Like dying and coming back from heaven—if there is such a place. His hands move again, digging into the flesh of my inner thighs as he widens me for more of his mouth. A hiss escapes from between my lips and my hands snap down, fingers sinking into the rich silk of his hair. Holding him to my pussy, I rock back and forth, relishing in the lips and tongue action he gives me. He laps me up like a hungry animal, sucking my wetness straight from the source before sliding back up and nipping at my clit. I jerk, a whole body movement that I can't stop even if I wanted to.

There's no hiding here. No fear. Just him and me and the wet trail of liquid on the inside of my thighs as Nolan devours me. Digging into his scalp, I lock my legs around his head and arch upward as pleasure spirals inside me. My head presses back into the pillows behind me as my spine practically leaves the mattress. The rolling wave of sensation waits until that moment to attack, stabbing into me with all of the violence of a murder.

I come against Nolan's face and mouth in an instant of uncontrollable surrender. Shudders wrack my body and all the while, the man between my legs doesn't let up. He pushes me higher and higher until I realize there's not just one orgasm there, but a second, a third. Fuck me, he reallyistrying to kill me. The scream that rips free from my throat echoes around the room and back again until it's all I can hear and still, Nolan goes down on me. Licking up my wetness, sucking it back. He shoves my legs apart, freeing himself from the clasp of my thighs. With one hand under one knee and the other mimicking the same on the opposite, Nolan pushes me back, bending my body nearlyin half as his mouth latches on to my core and his tongue drives into me. Over and over again, I come against his face. Fisting the sheets beneath me doesn’t do shit for bringing me back to reality when he holds the keys to my body.

I lose track of how many times I come, but when it becomes too much and each sensation seems to compound against the other, I press a palm to his forehead and shove him back. "No more," I rasp. "I can't..." My breathing is shaky, hell, my whole body is a trembling mass.

How the fuck does he expect me to reciprocate when I can't even see straight?

A low, masculine chuckle vibrates through the room and I close my eyes at the sound.

Yeah, I bet he's real pleased with himself.To be honest, I would be too if I were him. No guy that's ever gone down on me has ever done so until I orgasmed once, much less multiple times.

I lie there, panting, sweating, trying to catch air in my raw lungs when the sensation of fabric driving up my calves makes me open my eyes again. Nolan doesn't say a word as he drags my sweats back up my legs and I lift my hips until they're in place. Then he grips my hands and tugs me, groaning and cursing, into a sitting position. With one last flick of a nipple that makes me want to call him every vile name in the book, Nolan hooks the neckline of my previously discarded tank over my head and then tugs it down into place, helping me weave my arms through the correct holes.

My mind is foggy and lax. I haven't felt this relaxed and sated in months, if ever before. I flop back onto the bed like a ragdoll.

"Thought you wanted tit for tat," I grumble even as my eyes slide shut again.

Nolan rolls me to the side, nudging me over until I'm between him and the wall as he sinks back onto the mattressand reaches for the sheets down by our feet. Pulling them up and over our legs, he answers, "Next time, Princess."

If that's a promise or a threat, sleep takes me into a different kind of darkness before I can consider it too long.

32

JULIET

Monday morning rolls in with a dusky pre-dawn light. Distantly, beneath warm sheets and the solid mattress versus my futon, I hear the sound of a front door opening and closing. My whole body goes rigid where I lie, but a firm hand lands on my hip. The heat of Nolan’s palm delves past the fabric of my clothes as he leans in and whispers against my ear. “It’s fine,” he assures me. “Just my mom getting back from work. I’m going to go check on her.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his hand is gone and cool air hits my back when he slides out from under the covers, and on near-silent feet, leaves the bedroom. Once he’s gone, I roll over and stare at the room in a newfound light.

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