Page 48 of Venomous Heart
Ava
He kissed her like nothing else mattered. Like she was the beginning and the end and everything in between. She could lose herself in that kiss, in those arms that could protect her from everything.
There was a vulnerability about Arlen as he kissed her while she sat on his lap, her head just above his own, her hands on his face. Like he was surrendering himself to his lust for her entirely.
And that made her even more his.
Ava moved, straddling Arlen in the chair. Her sex met a familiar hardness as she pressed against his erection, desire instantly spreading through her.
Their kiss deepened as Arlen’s hands explored her body, running from the small of her back to her breasts, hot and hard, pressing against her flesh as he took control of their encounter.
She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs, delicious and feminine. Demanding possession like a scream.
Wordlessly, he pulled her sweater over her head and discarded it to the floor, his gaze fixed on her naked skin with blatant hunger. Ava reached down to wrap her fingers around his sex, but he stopped her.
“No,” Arlen ordered. “I want to savor you. I want to remember this moment.”
There was a need in his voice, a demand that was as deep as the wounds of his past. She surrendered, allowing him to take control of her body, to hold her like he owned every inch of her. And he did. More than that, she wanted him to.
Arlen grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back, bracing her weight in his arms. She leaned into his hold as his mouth ran over her throat, his tongue lapping at her heartbeat. His fangs raked her skin, spreading erotic arousal all the way to her core.
She wanted his male flesh inside her. She tried to move but he held her still, her body hanging halfway in the air, completely under his control.
He kissed her elongated throat, his lips hard and warm, then moved down to her chest. His gaze lifted to her face as he pinched a nipple, trapping the pink, hard nub between his thumb and index finger, rolling it lightly. Sensations shot through her flesh, shooting straight to her sex as her walls clenched painfully.
“Please, take me.” Her voice was plaintive, breathless. “I want it so bad it hurts.”
“I know.” Arlen smiled, the grin wicked and sexy, almost mocking. “But I won’t take you yet. I want to hear you scream my name before this night is over.”
Then he bent and took her other nipple between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm with hot, needy pleasure. She pressed herself harder against his bulge but Arlen’s hold on her neck tightened, immobilizing her.
He didn’t want her to move. He only wanted her to feel what he allowed her to feel. And she was loving every delicious bit of it.
“Don’t move,” he growled against her flesh, and the ripples went all the way to her pussy.
Arlen stood up, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Her ankles hooked behind his back as he walked her to the bedroom, then he lowered her beneath him. In a few efficient movements, he removed her cotton pants and discarded them on the floor.
When she lay naked on the bed, he straightened, leaving her on her back as he stood, then kicked his vest and pants to the floor. Ava’s gaze was fixed on the sheer glory of him. His body was an ode to male beauty, all hardness and angles, nothing soft, nothing giving, only strength and power.
He was perfect in every way.
His pale moonlight colored eyes settled on her with raw need as his long, thick member pointed directly toward her. More wetness spread between her thighs, hot and full of need as her core clenched. Arlen’s eyes sharpened as his nostrils twitched. She knew he’d caught the scent from her arousal and it made her even more full of need. His member twitched, a pearl of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Spread yourself for me.”
Ava gasped at the pure domination of his words, but she obeyed. Somehow, obeying made even more wetness spread between the lips of her sex. She did as he ordered, spreading her bare lips, exposing the wet, glittering flesh inside. She tried to imagine what he saw. Did her sex look as red and engorged with arousal as she thought? The lips swollen and dark pink, the flesh within wet and quivering.
She panted as Arlen bent between her legs, his gaze intense and ravenous. She couldn’t look away and she couldn’t talk. All she could do was watch as he pulled the lips of her sex further apart, then ran a light fingertip up and down the sensitive flesh.
“You smell so good.” His voice was dreamy, like he didn’t care if she heard him or not. “Your flesh is so pink. I could feast on you for days.”
Then he bent between her thighs, his slightly raspy tongue lapping the length of her slit, then flicking her clit. Ava whimpered at the intense sensation, pressing her head back against the pillow. Her eyes shot closed as Arlen dove into her pussy again. His tongue was merciless, sliding up and down her slit, diving into the opening of her channel just to tease her, then up to circle her clit and suck it for just a second.
Sensations were piling up as the pleasure grew until she could feel the orgasm building up inside her, just ready to explode.
Then he withdrew his mouth.
“Please, don’t stop,” Ava begged and moaned, her hips bucking to meet the delicious sensations again.
