Page 198 of Crowned In Venom

His hands slide up my arms, pushing my gown away. I shiver as the cool air kisses my bare skin, but the heat of his gaze quickly warms me. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

I reach for him, my fingers fumbling with the ties of his robes, my heart pounding in my chest. His chest is bare beneath, smooth and warm. I trace the lines of his muscles, my touch lingering over the scars that tell a story of battles fought and won.

“Varkos,” I whisper, my voice thick with longing.

He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I’m here,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. “I’m yours.”

I step closer, our bodies pressing together. The water swirls around us, a cool caress against the burning heat that consumes us.

His hands slide down my back, pulling me closer. He nuzzles my neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along my sensitive skin. “I love you,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, my fingers threading through his hair.

He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. The love in his gaze steals my breath.

“Forever,” he says, his voice firm.

“Forever,” I echo, my voice trembling.

He kisses me again, slow and deep, a kiss that speaks of promises and forever. The bond flares, a surge of heat that leaves me dizzy.

I can feel him, his emotions, his thoughts, his love, all blending with my own. There’s no separation between us.

Only him.

Only us.

His hands grip my hips, lifting me up as he enters me. His cock hits the deepest part of me. And the mating bond makes it so much more intense.

I shiver, moaning and clutching him tightly as if afraid the waves of ecstasy will take me away.

A gasp escapes my lips, a mixture of pleasure and surprise. The water swirls around us, a cool counterpoint to the fire burning within.

“Anya,” he groans, his voice rough with need.

“Varkos,” I whisper back, my body arching against his.

He begins to move, slow and steady at first, then building in intensity.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over me. I moan his name over and over, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He groans in response, his movements becoming faster, harder.

The pleasure climbs, building, building, until it’s almost unbearable. My nails dig into his skin and my back arches. He grabs onto my hair, burying himself on the crook of my neck, panting like an animal in heat.

"Varkos," I cry out, my voice laced with passion.

He thrusts deep one last time, and we shatter together, rushing to the zenith. The world fades away, leaving only the sensation of him inside me, the sound of our mingled breaths, and the echoing whispers of forever.

We gaze into each other’s eyes and he lays me down into the water slowly, carefully.

“You’re my light, Anya. My world,” he says so solemnly my heart aches.

“And you’re my everything, Varkos,” I choke, trying to contain my emotions.

We kiss again, our hearts melding into one.

Forever.

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