Page 196 of Beautiful Venom

It was strange and hurt in the beginning, but it always made me come. But then again, I love the way Kane dominates me, no matter what he does.

I’m a bit apprehensive about anal. His cock is way bigger than his three fingers, but I can handle him.

I’m theonlyone who can handle him.

He angles me up so only my head and upper shoulders are on the mattress, spits on my back hole again, then rams a third finger in.

My gasp echoes in the air, my fractured breaths synching with the pattering of the rain.

“You’re still so tight, no matter how much I play with you.” He slaps my ass cheek. “How are you going to fit my cock here, Dahlia?”

I lather up his hard cock that’s already covered with my juices. Precum covers my hands, and I use it to lube him up more.

“Mmm. That’s it.” He thrusts in my hand while he pumps his fingers inside me. “Make my cock nice and wet so I can fuck your ass.”

My pussy throbs and I guide him to my back hole.

“So impatient.” He pulls out his fingers. “Want me to fuck you when you’re barely ready? It’ll hurt.”

“I like it when it hurts.”

“You’re trembling.”

“It’s okay. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” he growls the words. “If it’s me, you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want with you, wildflower? You like it when I do whatever the fuck I please, don’t you? Your cunt becomes so wet and compliant, and you turn into clay in my fucking hands. Because no one can give you what I can. No one but me can fucking own you.”

My heart’s beating fast because he’s breathing harshly. Sweat shines on his toned muscles, and his eyes are so blue, his pupils so blown up, I can see my reflection in them.

“You’re right.” I smile as tears gather in my eyes. “No one but you can own me.”

Because I’ve never loved anyone but him.

And I don’t think I ever will.

The reason I want him so much isn’t only because of the sex. It’s because I feel the strongest connection when his body fuses with mine.

It’s like I can touch his soul.

And I think I do, because a harsh breath expels out of him and he speaks in a rough tone. “Say it again.”

“You’re right?”

“No, the part that no one but me can own you.”

“No one. I’m yours. Only yours.”

“Only mine.” His big hands wrap around my waist.

He wants to flip me on my stomach, I realize.

No. No, not now.

I clutch his arm, my palms trembling on his skin, and I shake my head, my eyes wide, my cheeks heated. “No.”

“No?”

“I want to see your face.”

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