Page 67 of Craving His Venom

We establish a gradual rhythm, exploring a pace that keeps her comfortable. She gasps with each inward push, biting her lip as pleasure flashes across her features. My chest thuds with the force of my heartbeat. I watch her face, enthralled by every flicker of sensation. The second shaft nudges her folds, seeking that familiar alignment. She swallows hard, nodding again, inviting me to proceed. I do so with utmost care.

A shiver jolts through her as I slip in, barbs meeting slick resistance that morphs into pleasure. I see her eyes roll back, a soft cry escaping. The bed creaks under our combined weight, but we barely notice. My tail coils around her other leg, anchoring her as I settle into a tender thrusting motion. Our lips meet again, stifling moans.

Her hands slide down my back, nails teasing the edges of my scales. Each thrust draws me further into her warmth, a reminder of how far we’ve come from fear and condemnation. We’re forging this bond again, not out of defiance but the pure need to cherish one another. She arches, exhaling my name in a tremulous plea. I groan, burying my face against her neck, pressing kisses along her throat.

“Vahziryn,” she gasps, voice trembling with both passion and an undertone of something deeper, a question or request.

I sense what she wants before she speaks. The ancient vow: a final mark of our forever union. We sealed it in the capital with rites, but this is the personal act, the bite that merges my venomwith her blood in a gentler way. My tail tightens. She nods in silent affirmation, eyes shining.

I slow my thrusts, leaning up to capture her gaze. “Are you certain?” I ask, breathing ragged.

She cups my cheek, half-lidded eyes reflecting unwavering trust. “I’ve already survived your venom once,” she whispers. “This time, we do it without terror, but with love.”

An overwhelming surge of emotion grips me.

My tail loops around Mira’s waist, lifting her hips slightly, cradling her with a reverence I can no longer suppress. She whimpers, arching into me, and I press forward, sliding both my cocks deeper into her pussy until the barbs catch inside her heat. The angle tightens, her swollen belly cushioned against my chest as her thighs tremble around my hips.

“Vahziryn,” she breathes, voice unraveling like silk. “Right there—don’t stop?—”

The plea sinks into my bones. “You feel like fire,” I growl, barely holding back the sharp edge of my need. “So fucking wet, Mira. You take both of me like you were made for this—made forme.”

She moans, her pussy clenching around both thick shafts, barbs locking in again and again as I grind deeper. Each slow thrust makes her cry out, her voice trembling with the stretch and the friction. My lower cock is buried to the hilt, barbs dragging against her slick walls, while the upper one presses tight against her sweet spot, the sensitive ridge between them grinding her clit with every stroke.

I can feel her unraveling—body trembling, nails carving into my scaled shoulders.

“I’m close,” she gasps, lashes fluttering as her eyes roll back. “You’re… gods, you’reeverywhereinside me.”

My breath shudders. The sensation is maddening—her tight pussy swallowing both shafts, squeezing that sensitive spacebetween them, milking me so perfectly I can barely keep from spilling already. But I want her to fall first. I want hershatteredin my arms.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur against her throat, trailing kisses down her collarbone. “So beautiful, Mira. My mate. My everything.”

She clutches my jaw, dragging my mouth to hers, and we kiss—wild, uncoordinated, desperate. Her tongue tangles with mine, her hips lifting in frantic, shallow thrusts that meet every roll of my body. My tail slides lower, curling beneath her ass, giving me the perfect leverage to rock into her harder.

The slick heat of her, the stretch of being completely inside her, the feel of her swollen belly pressed between us—it nearly undoes me.

“Let me ride you,” she whispers, breaking the kiss, breath hitching. “I want to feel everything. I want toseeyou lose control.”

Gods.

I nod, pulse thundering in my throat. Carefully, I roll onto my back, cradling her as she straddles my waist, hips cradled by the thick band of my tail. My cocks remain inside her, both still locked in place, and the adjustment sends a shudder through her body. She’s panting as she settles above me, her hands braced on my chest, knees wide.

I take in the sight of her—sweat-slick skin glowing in the candlelight, her hair falling in wild waves down her back, the round curve of her belly between us, our child caught in this intimate web of movement and love. She lifts slightly, barbs tugging on her walls, and sinks down again with a moan that splits the air.

“Oh—fuck Vahziryn?—”

“Ride me,” I rasp. “Take what you need, Mira. I’m yours.”

She moves. Gods, does she move. Rolling her hips in tight, controlled circles, grinding her clit against the slick ridge between my shafts. Her head falls back, mouth open, hair brushing over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. My hands grip her waist, thumbs stroking her trembling skin, guiding her as she rides me harder, faster.

Every drag of barbs makes her gasp, cry out, her pussy gripping me in helpless pulses. I can feel how close she is—every clench telling me she’s ready to break.

“Vahziryn,” she whimpers, eyes locked on mine. “I want your bite. I want the bond.”

My chest goes tight. “Are you sure?”

She nods, wild and radiant. “Do it when I come. Mark me while I fall.”

Gods.

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