Page 40 of Venomous Heart
His eyes locked with hers, full of something she didn’t understand. A wound, raw and bleeding, shone in his expression as he brushed a strand of hair from her brow.
Arlen moved, positioning his hips so his sex was at her entrance. He gave her a second, then lowered himself, allowing gravity to pull him down in one long, slow motion. Ava buried her face in his neck as a sharp pain shot through her where his large cock entered her, but she was so wet that it slid in easily and soon he had embedded himself deep inside her.
“Mine.” Arlen spoke against her neck and it sounded more like a challenge than a promise. “You are mine, Ava. Your life is mine, your body is mine. I will never let you go. You carry my life in your veins.”
She wanted to speak, wanted to ask what he meant, but he didn’t give her the choice. His fingers closed around her chin as he held her face in place. His lips sealed over hers as he withdrew his sex almost entirely, then pushed inside her again in one slow, controlled movement.
Then again, and again.
Sensations began building anew from deep inside her as Arlen’s thick cock hit all her nerve endings and soon, Ava was moving her hips in tandem with his thrusts. Her eagerness made him pound harder and faster inside her, his cock becoming impossibly large and hard as his own pleasure grew.
Then Arlen reached between their bodies, his thumb just brushing the surface of her clit.
Ava shattered, her scream filling the room yet again. The next moment, the sound of her voice was drowned out by Arlen’s roar as he pounded inside her one more time, then pushed deep, embedding himself to the hilt. Hot semen spilled inside her walls, making her climax even stronger.
She screamed until her voice broke and she blinked, spent and stunned.
Then, finally, Arlen collapsed on top of her, bracing just enough of his weight not to crush her. His arms closed around her as he held her tight, his breaths coming deep and fast at her neck.
“Never,” he whispered against her hair. “I won’t lose you. I can’t ever lose you.”
The way he held her, like she was the most precious thing in the universe, made her throat close up. There was something there she didn’t fully understand, something deeper than just some toxin-induced crazy sex.
There was a depth to Arlen’s way of holding her, a despair that tore at her insides and made her want nothing else but to hold him until that wretched sadness was gone.
She wanted to tell him that she was never leaving, that she was his forever.
But as Arlen held her in his warmth, for the first time in her life, she stayed silent. She held him tight, her arms barely able to close around his wide back. She didn’t know why, but she knew he needed this more than any words she could tell him.
After a long time, Arlen released her, but he never broke contact. He lay by her side, gathering her into his arms, his hot, powerful body shielding her from the cold.
Then she slept, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely safe.
12
Ava
She woke up to a basking warmth but as her eyes fluttered open, a sudden chill enveloped her mind. She was alone in the bed; the covers pulled all the way to her chin. As she turned, Ava couldn’t resist the temptation to reach for the indentation on Arlen’s pillow. She traced the contour of the round imprint where his head had been.
It was as cold as she feared. He had been gone for a long time, then.
Ava sat up, gathering the sheets around her breasts. She took a good look around, something she hadn’t had time to do last night. Or hadn’t even thought of doing.
But now she did.
The room was stripped of everything that had ever belonged to Knut. Not a single piece of furniture remained; the floor was bare except for the bed and a small rectangular nightstand. Those were clean and simple in design, made for efficiency instead of show. They were nothing like what Knut would have liked.
Somehow, that made it better.
The bedroom wasn’t all bad now that Knut’s stuff was gone. The light reflected off the pale pink of the walls as a breeze flowed in, floating across the air like the clouds were trying to reach in. Ava got to her feet, wrapping the plain silk sheet around her body as she went to stand on the balcony.
The garden was just below, its flowers sending spirals of intoxicating perfume into the air. Ava closed her eyes, the delights of the night before coming back in waves. Her hand went to her mouth, and she smiled.
It had been the most intense, the most pleasurable experience of her entire life.
Arlen wasn’t just a good lover. He was the lover lovers should learn from. Not that she had any comparison, but she had heard enough women complain about men not caring about their partner’s satisfaction to know this level of pleasure was not the norm in human sexuality.
No matter what happened next, she didn’t regret her night with Arlen.
