Page 73 of Venom
The man is a work of art.
“Years of arguing and hate flirting has come to this, kitten, you and me, always,” he whispers as he climbs over me, his left arm going to my leg, lifting it and just as his body covers mine. His skin is warming mine and sending tingles throughout my body. Suddenly, the tip of his member hits my entrance and I stiffen, my body locking up and I go to shove him away.
I can’t do this, I can’t…
I can feel my pulse quicken and sweat begin to build.
We can’t do this. I can’t do this. It isn’t right. He deserves more than this, than me…
“Look at me, kitten,” he demands softly, and I look his way sharply, breathing heavy, a panic attack in full force, and our eyes lock. “It’s just you and me, no one else, just us like it always should have been, focus on me, kitten.”
He slowly pushes inside me as he speaks, my walls squeezing him, but instead of trying to push him out, they try to pull him in, my arousal coming thick and strong. My tears fall as he lets go of my leg and links our fingers, placing them by my head.
He pauses as he bottoms out, and I breathe heavily.
He feels good, right, but there’s a part of me that feels like I should pull away, and that hurts because he is all I ever wanted. My body clearly wants him, my arousal is in full force, but my head is stuck in that room, it’s stuck with every person I killed.
“Focus on me, kitten,” he reminds me, and we lock eyes again, and he praises, “That’s it, just focus on me and you. Forget about what’s outside these walls and everything that has happened, focus on me and how many times you basically begged to have me.”
The cheeky little…
He grins and I narrow my eyes as I squeeze his hands and remind him, “It was you sitting outside my door telling me everything about your life every night, mister. I just admired you from afar while secretly trying to figure out how to kiss you and hurt you at the same time.”
He hums as he gently kisses my lips before he whispers, “I love you. Mrs. Miller,” and my tears blur my vision and I admit, “And I love you,” and he nods and mutters, “That is all we need for right now,” before he kisses me softly and I melt, trying to ignore the tightness of my body.
Cale licks my lips, and I open before his tongue touches mine, his taste that I love so much invading my taste buds before he gently moves his hips back, only leaving the tip in, and without breaking the kiss, he thrusts forward. I gasp into his mouth while he groans into mine.
I feel the pleasure, and it-it confuses me.
Cale thrusts slow and deep, making love to me, only caring about my pleasure as our kiss continues to stay sensual and romantic. After a little while, I finally relax and wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze his hands and fall into the vision of just us, pretending to be normal like we haven’t gone through hell to get here. Instead, in my mind, he fell in love with his sister’s best friend and we began our relationship like in the story books. Not him being mean because of his fear or me trying to hide with my trauma and as my pleasure shoots up, my orgasm pending, I let myself get lost in him, only him and his touch.
I just hope he doesn’t regret giving me his ring, his cut.
I hope we can get past the past…
Chapter 29
Venom
I gently run my fingers up and down Raya’s back, the tips of my fingers touching her raised scars, while I watch her sleep on my chest, her face relaxed for the first time in so long.
After making love four times, giving only her the pleasure, she fell asleep with my dick still inside her. Now it’s flopped on my stomach, half-mast, twitching to go again and again, between us, but I ignore it because this is the most rest she’s had all week.
Raya hums in her sleep, moving her head so her nose touches my neck, and I smile as I run my other hand through her hair.
How did I ignore my feelings for her for so long?
How could I believe she was using my sister to get a cut?
I’m a fucking idiot, is what I am.
My phone rings, and while keeping one hand on Raya’s back, I quickly grab it with my other, it’s Blade, I answer quietly, “Yeah?”
“How is she?” he replies instantly, and I smile slightly.
It didn’t go unnoticed when the bride had disappeared during her own impromptu wedding reception, and the brothers began to worry, especially Psycho, who still feels guilty over his words. I wasn’t as concerned because I knew she just needed time. So much has fucking happened in the past few weeks, her head is all over the place. Add in me proposing the way I did after her second therapy session. It was the first time she actually had a conversation with me, and I couldn’t fucking lose her, it’s natural to feel overwhelmed by all of that.
I didn’t plan on sleeping with her tonight when I walked into our room. I planned to hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her, help her get used to my touch slowly while she was awake because in her sleep she gravitates towards me. As soon as I realized she was scared she couldn’t give herself to me, thought that I deserved more than her… I needed to prove her wrong and I hope I did because she melted into me while I finally felt like I was home.
