Page 49 of Venomous Heart
“Oh, I won’t stop. I’m going to fuck you so hard your voice will break from screaming my name.”
The heat in Arlen’s eyes was nearly enough to make Ava come right there. His hands closed on her hips, and he flipped her roughly onto her stomach. Ava cried out in surprise, then her body was pinned down by his large form. His member was hard and hot as he slid it up and down her ass, pausing for a dizzying moment over her tiny puckered hole before sliding to the needy wetness of her pussy.
Then Arlen lifted her hips with one hand, holding the back of her neck down gently with his other. He impaled her with his hard, thick shaft in a single slow, controlled motion. As he did so, his balls hit her clit, sending a jolt of sensation through her that was gone all too soon. Then he pulled back and did the same, only harder. And again. And again.
Every time, his balls hit her clit, making her moan and whimper, but the sensations were gone too fast.
Her pussy clenched so tight around his sex that she could feel him growing harder and larger as he hammered into her with purpose. Her body tingled with delight, her mind gone as sensations filled her—made her disappear and more alive than ever at the same time. She wanted more, always more, even as her core pulsed around his impossibly hard shaft.
“Please.” The begging in her voice was a broken tune, shameless as she wriggled her hips to increase the sensations of his balls on her clit. But he simply held her firmer in place and fucked her harder. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air, mixing with Ava’s mounting cries of pleasure.
Her core squeezed and pulsed, the sensations building to the point where it hurt. Not having her release was a pain that radiated through her entire body and she fought Arlen’s hold. Every time his balls hit her clit, the pain became stronger, the pleasure sharper. But the contact was only for a second.
Ava bit the pillow, her fingers squeezing the fabric so hard it hurt.
She was going to die if she didn’t come right away.
As though he knew she was at her breaking point, that anything past this would turn the landscape of need and pleasure into torture, that it would hurt beyond that turning point where sensations turned to burns and pain turned to agony, Arlen’s hand slid between her legs and cupped her sex. He didn’t tease, didn’t rub and circle.
His entire hand pressed against her pussy, hot and hard. With each blow of his sex, his hand rubbed on her clit, releasing all those wonderful sensations. Pleasure rushed her all at once like a dam breaking, and Ava screamed.
She screamed and she screamed, the orgasm fading, then another one taking its place as Arlen’s frenzied rhythm became feral, unbridled and wild. He roared, one last mighty stroke embedding him to the balls as hot spurts of semen filled her womb.
A last wave of pleasure washed over her while Arlen spent his own release.
Finally, as her voice broke into a croak and she thought she was going to die, the pleasure diminished, then vanished.
Behind her, Arlen freed her hips, then her neck. As his cock left her body, the sense of loss was almost overwhelming, but he cradled her against him. Ava moved within his arms to face him, and his two pale blue eyes shone with humor.
“I told you I would make you scream, but I said nothing about turning you into a frog.” His eyes glinted with amusement as she opened her mouth, shocked. She pushed him playfully, shaking her head.
“I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, Mister Big-Blue-and-Mighty,” she teased, then planted a soft, satiated kiss on his lips.
She had started to nestle against his heat, her eyelids already heavy, when Arlen moved.
“What are you doing?” It was hard to hide the disappointment in her voice. “It’s late already. You’re not sleeping with me?”
He kissed her forehead, then got to his feet. He looked at her with obvious regret as he shook his head. “Prime Councilor Aav summoned me to her ship. I cannot ignore her.”
“But your brother said she had no authority on Aveyn.” Even as she spoke, she knew that wasn’t entirely true.
“Kamal spoke the truth, but there is a difference between starting a war between the two strongest warrior nations in the Ring, and ignoring a summons.”
Ava nodded, even though she didn’t like it. “She doesn’t like to be denied. She won’t accept losing both the hybrids on Aveyn without a fight.”
“Or without vengeance.” Arlen’s eyes were back to their pale, calculating shine. “But don’t worry. She won’t attack me directly. What she will do is much worse.”
“And what is that?”
“She will retain my services up there for as long as she can.” He sighed. “She will pile countless hours of administrative work on my shoulders. Request that I present a full report to the Ring.”
“She will bury you in work.”
Arlen scowled, but he nodded with resignation. “It’s a fair price to pay to reduce the Prime Councilor of the Ring and the Mantrilla Matriarch to silence. Believe me, not many do so and live to tell the tale.”
He kissed her again, then left. Ava watched him leave, a terrible dread settling in the pit of her stomach.
Would they ever be safe?
