Page 60 of Venomous Heart
Her body was below his, all female softness and yielding flesh. His seed stem pulsed with need, the ache low in his belly. He wanted to bury himself in her depth, feel that hot wetness quiver around him as she screamed her pleasure.
But tonight, most of all, he wanted to make her his. Because he had almost lost her, and because, for the first time in his life, he had been truly afraid. The need to claim her body and share pleasure with her was an overwhelming impulse—to make sure she was still there, unhurt, whole.
He bent his head and she whined as he his fangs nipped at her throat. His tongue lapped over her jugular vein, the pheromones on her skin making his seed stem grow harder, the need for release becoming a jabbing pain in his groin.
But he needed more than release. He needed something she had never given him. He needed Ava to surrender herself completely, to trust him with her body and her soul.
He was starving for her moans, for her skin and the sweet female essence between her legs. He needed her to be his like he needed the bones in his body, the breath in his lungs. Ava was everything.
And he would make her his tonight like she had never been before.
Wordlessly, he pulled away from her. He grabbed her synthetic cotton sweater, pulling it roughly above her chest, then throwing it away, exposing two opalescent white breasts to his view. He growled, the Mating Venom dripping in a steady flow on his tongue, whispering its intoxicating suggestion inside his mind, pushing him to follow the instincts written in his genes, the male domination that wanted to bend her over and rut her like the animal he was.
The beast was unleashed tonight, and Arlen welcomed it.
He bent over her fragile, supple flesh. Ava’s tiny cry of surprise was laden with fear as his mouth closed on her left breast, his fangs just past the point of breaking the skin. The taste of her blood entered his mouth and he lapped at the tiny wounds, mixing it with the Mating Venom as she quivered beneath him. He could hear the crazed beat of her heart, full of arousal but also fear. He knew he should stop, make sure she wasn’t terrified by him, but he was past the point of stopping.
His mouth freed her breast and he licked the tiny trail of blood from her skin, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sudden sensation made her squirm and he grinned against her flesh.
“So sensitive, so responsive.”
She didn’t answer, but her hips bucked up to grind against his, the scent of her arousal growing stronger. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she surrendered to the sensations.
He loved each of even her tiniest reactions to his touch, but he wanted more. He wanted so much more.
Arlen trailed his mouth down her body, licking and nipping, pausing just enough to massage the Mating Venom into her skin as he made his way down to her navel.
Her body quivered as he pushed her pants down her shapely legs. As soon as she was free of her last item of clothing, she spread her legs, her eyes set on him like two purple beacons of pure temptation. Her scent hit him strongly and he gazed at the two folds of skin at the center of those milky thighs. Wetness made her soft skin silky and glistening. Arlen’s mouth watered, saliva mixing with the remnants of the Mating Venom.
He lowered himself over her, grabbing her knees as she began to pant in anticipation. He parted the lips of her sex, revealing the pink, engorged flesh inside.
“I am going to feast on you until you cry for mercy.”
His tongue lapped at the delicious wetness between those soft lips, then he sucked, hard, on that tiny bundle of nerves that had the power to give her such pleasure. Ava cried out as the Mating Venom in his saliva entered her bloodstream through her hyper-sensitive flesh.
He kept sucking and licking, lapping at her essence, the taste of her making him wilder by the second. The Mating Venom whispered louder and louder as Ava began to writhe beneath him, until it felt more like a shout.
He wanted to take her as rough and as feral as his feelings for her were. Make her his until she could never even think of leaving. Until she was spent and sated, purring at his side.
One last time, Arlen slid his tongue from her entrance to her bundle of nerves, then sucked hard. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her, pressing on the other side of her bud.
Ava screamed, her cry of pleasure echoing off the stone ceiling as her greedy channel squeezed and sucked him in deeper. Her climax was long and hard and she screamed for a long time, until she fell silent.
He looked up to see her staring at the ceiling, her eyes lost in a daze and her chest heaving shallowly in the aftermath of her release.
He pulled away from her quivering flesh, licking her essence off his fingers.
“I’m going to take you as roughly as I wanted to take you the first time.”
He grabbed Ava’s hips, then flipped her over. She lay on her stomach as he raked her body with his eyes, from the plump shape of her ass to the slender curves of her shoulders.
“Mine. Ava, you are mine.” Arlen brought his body over hers, his large form covering her like an animal, his seed stem pushing between her thighs as she wriggled her ass higher to give him better access. “Don’t ever forget it. You are mine till the Midnight God separates us, and then, even in the Night Lands, I will find you. I will always find you.”
He thrust his hips forward, piercing her body with a single stroke. Ava cried out as she stretched to accommodate his large member, but he gave her no respite.
Arlen withdrew completely, then pierced her again, embedding himself deeper, faster. She tried to move, to brace herself against his punishing blows, but he snarled and she stopped.
He felt the feral grin on his face as she submitted to his lust. His hands rested on her hips as he lifted them up to give him better access. He thrust into her again, and again, no longer master of his own impulse.
