Page 100 of Beautiful Venom

The pleasure intensifies the more he squeezes, mounting, heightening, until I think I’ll pass out.

Still, I lift a shaking hand to his mask and push it up. My movements are stumbly at best, considering my lack of strength.

As soon as I reveal his mouth, I close the small distance and seal my trembling lips to his.

I suspect Kane doesn’t kiss. He’s never tried to before and he also doesn’t like me to touch him.

But I need this.

In the midst of violence and degradation, I need some form of connection. I also need to own a part of him no one has dared to possess before. I need to turn his world upside down just like he did to mine.

He goes still for a moment, his massive body freezing as if he’s been shot. His lips are cold and unmoving.

But it’s only a moment.

Just one suspended moment in time.

A growl rips from deep inside him as he kisses me with a ruthless vigor that steals my thoughts.

It’s not a kiss—it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.

Just Kane.

His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me.

The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and anger as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue in and consumes mine. The taste of him is fire, scorching every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up, break me.

There’s no finesse in the way he kisses. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks. It’s as if he’s never kissed before and I get to witness every second of every bit of his brutal, heated, explosive power.

I crave it.

Iloveit.

I fall apart at the thought that he only shows me this side of him.

Without the restraints. Without the repression.

Just Kane.

His kiss is furious. It’s dangerous.

It’severything.

Then he fucks me as he kisses me with a blinding passion. His hips jerk with the same rhythm as his tongue.

This time, I don’t get a warning as I shatter on his cock.

I come so hard, I think I’ll faint.

But I don’t.

Still holding on to that unrestrained part of him, needing more and everything.

I’m so sensitive, so sore, moaning in his mouth as he continues to kiss me. Thrusting into me like he’s punishing and owning me at the same time.

Though he probably doesn’t know that I’m also owning a part of him as well.

A part no one else has seen.

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