Page 85 of Lovely Venom
My finger slides back in, but she’ll need lube to take my thick length comfortably. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“God, yes. Do it. Fuck my ass.”
Those words make my head spin.
I pull out and grab the lube bottle I kept close and liberally coat my cock. I’m so sensitive, my slick hand has me ready to blow.
“Fuck, baby. Here we go.” I line up with her hole, the taut, wrinkled muscle contracting to take me deep.
Inch by inch, I slide into her channel. “Christ, I wish you could see this. See your ass taking my cock.”
“Those damn veins. I feel every single one,” she moans.
“Baby, I won’t last. I need to be brutal. I need to take you the way I want.” I move my right thigh under her cunt. “Use my leg for friction and come with me.”
We go at it and lose ourselves. Heat crawls up my spine, and my cock grows in width and length.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” I pull her waist closer to me.
“There. Right there.” She cries out and her sopping wet cunt spasms against my balls.
I empty into her ass but pull out to catch the last few drops spilling out onto her throbbing entrance. I lurch back and lick her hole to soothe her. The salty taste of my release shocks me as I lap up the cum that drips out of her.
“Christ, this is so dirty,” Raina groans, still drippingfor me.
“Filthy.” I take one last breath.
Raina’s entire body trembles beneath my hands. Not from fear. Never fear. From what I just gave her. What I took from her. What she gave back tenfold with every gasp, every bite of her lips, and every passionate curse she threw at me.
She’s pure hellfire on my table. And the way she takes my cock in her ass might as well be a weapon to level me out.
I want to fuck her again. I’m already throbbing and aching for more of her. But she needs aftercare and rest.
I unclip the restraints with deliberate slowness and wince as my fingertips ghost over the red marks circling her wrists. Not because I regret it. Because Ifucking lovedevery second of having her bound and taking all I had to give her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
Sighing, she says with her head turned, “I’m not.”
When she tries to move, I murmur, “Easy.” I brush clumps of her beautiful blonde hair from her sweaty temple. “You’ll bruise.”
She scoffs under her breath, hazy green eyes defiant as ever. “I’m not made of glass.”
“No,” I whisper, trailing my mouth up her back until I reach her neck. “You’re made of bullets and blades.”
“And poison, don’t forget.” She turns her head so I can see her eyes and capture her with a kiss that will be my undoing.
But she doesn’t close her eyes, and neither do I. We don’t get lost in the moment. We’re eating every second alive.
Raina is perfect. She’s chaos. She’s the villain who broke into my home, my life, and now my heart is involved. I don’t care if she ever tells me the truth aboutwho sent her. This is not about who wants me dead anymore.
When she looks at me and shows me how she’s torn open and sated, I see right through her mask. I see the piece of her that only I can touch.
I hop off the table and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Another to her shoulder. I don’t rush. I want her to feel how much I care about her. She deserves the softness I bury beneath the violence.
She won’t let anyone touch her like this. But she lets me. That has to mean something.
“Sit up.” I help her to her knees and then swing her legs around. “Are you sore?”
