Page 49 of Venomous Lust
He pushed her away, but her little hands closed around his neck and held on firmly. She was surprisingly strong when she needed to be.
“I don’t care about the safety of the Ring just now.” Her musical, fluting voice was deeper, hoarser. She moved, pressing her chest against his, her legs raising on either side of his hips until she was straddling him. Her brazenness pleased him, made him even crazier for her. “I just want you, all of you.”
Her words ignited something inside him, and in a heartbeat, he was kissing her again. His tongue slid out between his lips and she parted her own, allowing him in eagerly, answering with her own tongue.
Already, Mating Venom was flowing in his mouth, pulsing all the way down to his painfully hard seed stem.
He wanted Hazel, and he wanted her now.
His hands closed around the firmness of her full, round breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipples. The tiny buds immediately hardened at his touch and she moaned into his mouth, the sound fully and utterly female.
Delectable. Responsive. His.
Still, he resisted the brutal instincts that pushed him to take her, rough and long—a total possession of the senses and mind. To make her scream with mind-numbing ecstasy. He refrained.
He wanted to take Hazel slow and deep, to feel every inch of her as she came around his seed stem, around his fingers, inside his mouth. To enjoy every last inch of her wonderful, lush body. To imprint it in his mind so he could see it, all the way to the Midnight Lands.
Her blunt teeth closed around the flesh of his neck, biting lightly.
Khal lost it.
He grabbed Hazel’s hips, then got to his feet, still holding her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her sex pushing against his seed stem, the scent of her arousal coming to him in waves. She was ravenous in his arms, kissing and licking him, pressing her chest to him. Pushing the faint hold of civilization he had wrapped himself around further and further away.
In two long strides, Khal was leaning over the bed. He bent with her still in his arms, then placed her down on the mattress, kneeling between her parted knees.
“All that black leather. I want it off you.” He growled, low in his throat, then reached out quickly. His talons sliced her clothing, from her neck to her navel, easily parting the heavy fabric in two. Hazel cried out in surprise as he parted the ruins of her coat, revealing her round, large, milky breasts. “So much perfection.”
Khal bent, his mouth closing greedily around one nipple. He sucked hard, not bothering with softness and play. Hazel arched her chest toward him, moaning as her fingers interlaced behind his skull. The touch of her fingertips on his sensitive skin made him even wilder.
He wanted more. He wanted to taste her.
Khal traced his way down Hazel’s stomach, trailing his tongue along her skin, reveling in the salty taste of her sweat. Soon, his mouth found her navel and then traveled further down, where her musky female perfume invaded his mind.
He didn’t wait. He reached up and sliced through the pants, discarding them to the floor. As he hovered between her knees, he stared at her sex, covered in soft curls a shade darker than her pale blonde hair. This was the source of that maddening scent.
Khal dove in with no warning, no hesitation. This was his female, by all the laws of the Midnight God. She was his to pleasure, his to enjoy, his to fill with his seed.
He lapped at her, his tongue splitting the lips of her sex, flicking her tiny bundle of nerves, then sliding down. Entering that channel that belonged only to him.
Already, Hazel was writhing on the bed, her hips arching, tortured, almost painful noises coming from her lips. But he didn’t want her to move. Something dark and feral inside him wanted absolute control. Wanted her defenseless and ravaged by pleasure.
Pleasure he would give her.
He growled against her sex, the warning a slice in the air. He lifted his gaze, his mouth still against her sensitive flesh, to see her watching him with wariness, with awe.
With excitement and fear.
His seed stem answered, pre-cum dripping onto his thighs. But he wasn’t ready to fuck her. Not before she had screamed his name in surrender.
“Don’t move,” Khal growled, then rested his fangs just around her sex in a definitive warning. More wetness slipped from her channel, and he lapped at it in delight. She was perfect. So responsive, so female.
He couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted to feel her come in his mouth. He wanted more of her screams.
Khal inserted a finger into her silky, wet depths. At the same time, he sucked and flicked at her tiny bud, pushing with his fingers from the other side. Hazel’s moans turned tortured, unhinged. She moved despite his orders, pushing her hips forward, unable to resist the call of her body.
Then he pushed a second finger inside her channel, sucking with a great force on her tiny bud at the same time.
Hazel unraveled. A feral satisfaction welled inside him as Khal lapped at her cream as she came in his mouth. For a long time, she screamed mindlessly, pleasure rolling over her body like a crashing wave, enhanced by the Mating Venom’s effect.
