Page 124 of Sweet Venom
Her body slowly relaxes as I lean into her, my cock raging hard against her ass and my mouth a few beats away from her cheek.
I’m breathing harshly and so is she, her inhales stuttering, her lips parting, begging to wrap around my goddamn cock.
But even with her erratic breathing, she’s not stiff.
I know she recognizes me even before she whispers, “J-Jude?”
“Mmm.” I nuzzle my nose in her hair and briefly close my eyes as the scent of her rose shampoo overloads my senses.
Why the fuck am I even sniffing her hair?
“What are you doing?” she asks in a small but clear voice.
I grab her jaw and speak so close to her lips, I touch them with every word. “Going through your list of fantasies one at a time. You wanted to be ambushed and used, remember?”
She trembles, but her body melts against mine, her fingers twitching. “That’s not…”
“Blue,” I say.
“What?”
“Say blue, and I’ll stop.”
Her breathing cracks, then her lips accidentally touch mine, and she purses them but doesn’t say the word blue and, instead, nods.
Because she’s defective just like me, my Violet.
I always thought we shared a fucked-up connection, and it’s about time to see how fucked up it can be.
“This is about to get dirty. Buckle up, sweetheart.”
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VIOLET
My heart is about to jump out of my throat.
It thumps faster, thudding against the walls of my rib cage, slipping through the bones, and cutting itself on the edges.
Because holy hell.
I knew Jude would come find me. He made it clear this morning after the very public display in front of the entire campus.
The moment he devoured me, I realized he isn’t done with me.
In fact, he never was.
And now, he’s breathing against my neck in the dark, his hot exhales making goosebumps erupt on my skin, rushing beneath the surface and stealing my own breath.
He looms over me, towering behind me taller and broader than the darkness.
And, for a moment, I forget my irrational fear of the dark.
I forget about how I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed both hands to my ears in a fruitless attempt to silence the darkness.
Because right now, I’m plagued by tremors and warmth.
And I can’t chase away this reaction I have whenever Jude touches me. My brutal awareness of him is heightening, lengthening, and becoming so maddening that I find it hard to breathe.
