Page 38 of Venomous Heart
“Not yet, my little wonder. Not yet.”
His hands ran over her stomach as she twisted on the bed, then up those rounded hips and that slender waist. The feel of her skin under his touch was like living silk, soft and fragile, entirely erotic. Finally, he closed his fingers around a small, round breast. Her nipples were hard little nubs and he pinched one delicately. Ava moved under his touch, her moan turning tortured and full of a female need so intense, he nearly lost control.
But not yet. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her.
He kissed her as he moved his body over hers, spreading her legs open with his knees, never breaking the kiss. Ava grew bolder under him, her small hands running over his body, up the naked skin of his chest, spreading a fire that could only be extinguished in one way. Her scent filled his nostrils, female and aroused as she ground her hips against his erection.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Arlen freed her mouth and Ava panted against his neck. He knew her reaction to his touch was manipulated by the Mating Venom, that this wasn’t truly what she wanted, that she didn’t truly have a choice. That this was wrong, to take choice away from her, but he was powerless against it. The Mating Venom was washing away his hold on his own desires.
Ava didn’t answer, instead, she reached boldly between their bodies as if to touch his hard length—only to withdraw her small hand at the last moment.
His answer to her touch was one of pure instinct. He bent to her breast, then took the tiny bundle of flesh between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her cry out while his other hand was busy squeezing her other breast. Then he changed, working his tongue over the sensitive skin of her nipple, the Mating Venom entering her bloodstream with each stroke from his tongue.
The taste of her skin was good, the feeling under his tongue making him want to explore more of that wonderful body with his mouth, with his hands.
With his seed stem.
Ava was growing impatient, her hands on his body getting bolder, running across his back to the naked, sensitive skin just above his pelvis. Then she slid her hand down the front of his pants, her fingers stopping just above the tip of his throbbing member. Her small, blunt teeth nipped at the skin of his neck, sending such a rush of lust down Arlen’s body that he growled. She had no idea what she was doing, of the implications for herself if he lost it.
He wanted to rut her, long and hard. Feral.
She froze, her fingers just above the throbbing length, and he knew she was scared.
As she should be.
“If you do this,” Arlen spoke low and harshly against the quivering skin of her breast, “I won’t be able to wait.”
Ava didn’t move from under him, her hand still flat on his lower belly, but there was a sense of awareness around her that wasn’t there before. Awareness of the danger she was in with him.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Her voice was small and tremulous, but also heavy with desire.
“Never.” The promise was easy to make. She had insinuated herself into the very core of him, to that place he had thought forsaken and locked up forever. He would die before he hurt her. “I will never hurt you, Ava. But I will take you much rougher than I intended to if you don’t stop.”
“What could make me want to stop this?” She pushed her fingers just a bit lower inside his pants, brushing the sensitive tip of his seed stem. The contact sent Arlen’s lust into overdrive, and in a flash of instinct, his teeth closed around the softness of her breast, his fangs pushing against the fine silk of her skin, just breaking the surface. Mating Venom dripped from his fangs, entering her bloodstream through the tiny wounds, making her crazed with lust. The smell of her arousal came to his nostrils, overpowering everything else in his mind.
He knew he had lost control. Maybe he had been a fool thinking he had any to start with.
“One last time.” Arlen pushed the words out when all he wanted was to seal a union that ran as deep as the blood in his veins. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I’m begging you, don’t stop.”
“As you wish.”
Instinct took over and Arlen discarded his pants then turned to Ava. She still lay on the bed, her legs parted, waiting for his possession. The flesh of her sex was drenched in her fluids, silky soft and ready for him, the smell of it coming up to him in waves. He rested on his knees in front of her, his seed stem fully engorged, jutting long and proud in front of him. Lust engulfed his mind as he ran a finger up and down her slit, testing the wetness of her female channel.
“Now, my little wonder, you will be truly mine.”
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Ava
She wanted it, that possession only male flesh could provide, with all the forbidden pleasures that went with it. She wanted it so much it hurt.
It was wrong, she knew, merely a biological imperative summoned by the potent toxins in Arlen’s Mating Venom. But it didn’t matter that it was wrong, that she had no choice. All she cared about was that burning fire in her body, that ache between her legs that demanded more than another blinding orgasm.
Arlen reached for her breast, his rough thumb flicking back and forth across her hard nipple, shooting sensations straight to her sex where wetness spread in a warm flood. Ava gasped as he rolled the tiny nub between his thumb and index finger, her head lolling back as she arched her chest toward the delicious sensations, her eyes closing.
A hard hand closed on her nape, forcing her head back up.
