Page 50 of Venomous Lust
As she calmed down, his own lust raged on, imperious. Undeniable.
Finally, Khal knelt, looking down over Hazel’s satisfied, exhausted body. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes glassy and dazed, her expression one of shock. She was breathless, her full chest heaving fast, her nipples still hard, rocking softly back and forth.
She was perfection made female.
“This is how I will always take you,” Khal told her, getting rid of his own pants as she stared, her eyes still unfocused. “Fully, without mercy.”
Before she had a chance to say anything, he threw his pants away, but held on to his belt. An idea had come to him, one that made his seed sack tight with anticipation and his seed stem ready to pierce her soft body.
“Turn around,” he ordered, and satisfaction welled inside him, pulsed in his seed stem as she stared at the leather belt in his hands, her eyes suddenly sober. She swallowed hard, but nodded. She turned her back to him, and he stared at the beauty of her elegantly arched back, her fine waist and her full, round ass.
All mine. You’re all mine.
“Lie down on your stomach. Put your hands above your head.”
Hazel pushed herself up on her elbows, turning around to watch him with wide, passion-darkened eyes.
The snarl left his lips, primitive, feral. He wanted her down, wanted her submissive to his touch, to the pleasure he and he only could provide her.
He moved under the command of pure instinct.
Khal covered her under his body, grabbing her slim wrists and lifting them over her head, careful not to hurt her. He brought the belt up and quickly tied her hands together, pulling on the restraints just enough to hold her tight, to render escape impossible without hurting her.
Her skin shivered under his mouth as he kissed her nape.
“So soft.” He kissed her again, then nipped at her skin. Khal braced himself on his elbow, looking down at the defenseless, offered body of his mate. “So lush and female. You are mine, Hazel. My bloodmate, the other half to my heart.”
His fingers ran along the length of her spine, eliciting more shivers from her perfect, pale skin. He lingered in the small of her back, in that graceful curve that lifted up to her glorious, full ass.
“There never was a female such as you.” Khal bent and nipped at the taut mound of one cheek, this time just hard enough to pinch. Hazel cried out, the sound high pitched and frightened, but the smell of new wetness came from between her legs. Her lust was returning, she was excited by his game.
It made her all the more perfect for him.
He moved, pulling her legs apart, watching the wet lips of her sex reveal the pink flesh inside, glistening with her juices. Her honey sweet scent rushed to his nostrils. His seed stem pulsed with a painful need, heavy and carnal. Consuming.
He lowered himself above her, his seed stem pushing at her entrance. He held her bound wrists with one hand, immobilizing her.
“You will scream for me tonight again, Hazel.”
Khal placed one last kiss at the base of Hazel’s neck before allowing gravity to push him inside her. Her soft, wet and warm channel opened as his seed stem impaled her. He withdrew immediately, then pierced her again, but this time, faster. Harsher. Then again and again.
Khal began rutting Hazel, the movements of his hips fast and punishing, his seed stem going deeper and deeper into the silken depths of her flesh.
A different kind of pleasure was building inside Hazel as she lay powerless under him. He could feel her channel clenching around his sex, trying to suck him in deeper, to keep him there. Her forehead was buried in the blanket and she moaned in a low, tortured voice.
“Say it,” Khal ordered with another harsh thrust. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” Her voice was plaintive, full of need. Full of yet to be fulfilled promises. “I want only this, nothing else.”
At her words, Khal took her even harder. He could feel the tremors of her sex, deliciously wet and tight, clenching around his seed stem. She was going to come again, and this time, he would come with her.
Then Hazel screamed, the brutal climax washing over her. Her walls closed around his seed stem, pushing him over the edge.
Khal roared with her as his seed spilled into Hazel’s warm channel. The violence of his pleasure blindsided him and for just a moment, he forgot everything else—everything that wasn’t Hazel and her body, Hazel and the pleasure they shared like it was a feast.
When they were both replete and spent, he freed her wrists and cradled her against him. She nestled in his body perfectly, like she was made for it.
And she was. She had been carved from the dust of the universe by the Midnight God to shape his life, to give it meaning.
