Page 142 of Craving Venom

Zane pulls back long enough for me to start feeling the absence of his mouth. “She saw the world for what it was.”

And then he’s on me again.

His mouth crashes into my pussy ravenously, his tongue diving deep as if he’s trying to consume me from the inside out.

My thighs tremble as he fucks me with his tongue while his nose rubs against my swollen clit like he can’t get deep enough, close enough, or inside enough.

“Zane.” His name is barely a sound, more of a breath, a moan.

I know this is a sin.

A sin so deep, so damning, that I should be on my knees in a church right now, praying for absolution.

For the sins I’ve already committed.

For the ones I know I’m about to.

For the way my hips twitch forward, offering myself to him like I was crafted from dust and desire just to be devoured by his mouth.

This is sacrilege, and Zane is the devil between my thighs.

But I would bear whatever punishment it took, whether it was hellfire, damnation, or eternal suffering if it meant I could drown him between my legs.

A wrecked scream tears from my throat as the orgasm slams through me. Tears spill from my blindfolded eyes, streaking down my temples as I sob through it, the pleasure is so intense, so blinding, it feels like my entire body is crumbling under the force of it.

Zane doesn’t stop.

He growls as his arms lock around my thighs, dragging me deeper into his mouth while his tongue works me through it.

His tongue keeps dragging through me while his lips suck on my too sensitive clit. The aftershocks of my orgasm turn into pain, into desperation, into a need to fucking escape.

“Zane—fuck, stop—”

Zane growls, gripping my thighs tighter. In one swift motion, he angles my body, shifting me upward until my feet nearly touch the headboard, bending me into a position that leaves me completely exposed. My legs are spread wide as his fingers bruise into my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.

Humiliation burns through me but then again everything about this is humiliating.

Zane licks me some more and then pushes off me. I instinctively straighten my legs, desperate to regain some control, some dignity but he doesn’t let me have either.

His body cages mine instantly as his chest presses flush against me. I tense as his fingers hook under the blindfold, and with one smooth motion, he pulls it away.

My blinking eyes struggle to adjust, the sudden flood of light dizzying after so long in darkness.

And the first thing I see is Zane, above me, over me, watching me like he owns every fucking piece of me.

His mouth is red, wet, glistening with everything he’s taken from me.

He grabs my jaw and spits my own come into my mouth. A muffled noise escapes my lips as the warm taste of myself floods my tongue.

I try to turn my head, to spit it out, but his grip tightens, his thumb pressing into my chin, keeping my mouth open.

“Swallow.”

I refuse as I glare up at him with every ounce of defiance I have left. His lips curl as his patience thins, and he presses down harder. His fingers grip my jaw until my mouth stays open just enough for some of it to dribble past my lips, streaking my chin.

He strokes his thumb over my cheek affectionately before he tilts my head back slightly, forcing the rest to settle at the back of my throat.

Tears prickle my eyes, but I know he won’t let me go until I obey. A whimper tears from me as I finally gulp it down.

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