Page 82 of My Dark Divine
The darkness within me pushes me to keep going, to explore every possible way to show her the beauty of balance and deliver what she truly deserves. But I know it takes time, and for now, this is all I can offer. So, I plan to make it even better.
“God—” Her back arches against the bed as she finally stops trying to push me away, surrendering to bliss. I can feel the wear in her muscles, the ache gripping her body. “Fuck, West, I?—”
One last time, I drive my tongue deeper, burying myself so completely that it feels impossibly intense, yet it still isn’t enough. A violent moan erupts from her chest, escalating into a thin, unnatural squeal as she comes all over my face. My body tightens with primal need as I feel her throbbing pussy so achingly close.
Fuck. That was, undoubtedly, the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
Pulling away, I gasp for breath, my lungs desperate for air. Her arousal drips down my chin, smeared across my mouth and cheeks—she’s fucking everywhere.
But it is still not enough. The way she unravels awakens something in me, making me want to continue until she screams for me to stop, too consumed to take any more.
I gaze at her through half-closed eyes, a new surge of desire sweeping over me. She looks as if she’s been caught in an act of wild abandon—her wide eyes gleaming with fear and shock, her cheeks flushed, and her breaths coming in unsteady gasps. She’s still the Venetia I know—that unmistakable spark unblemished—yet she seems as if she can’t quite understand what just happened. As if she can’t grasp the balance I’ve shown her.
So fucking beautiful and so fuckingmine.
“Come here,” I urge, and she leans to me, wrapping her hands around my neck. Our lips collide, and we begin to kissbefore she takes control, sliding her tongue into my mouth and licking away the remnants of her explosive pleasure.
I groan, dissolving into the feeling, but she pulls away, trying to shift our positions. “I need to make you feel good, too,” she whispers urgently. She kisses my nose and tries to move me onto the bed. “Come on, West. Lay down.”
It reminds me of when I said the same thing on the plane, yet it doesn’t feel like she’s intentionally echoing my words. Her movements and the way she speaks seem driven by a desperate need to give me all her love—the love I once thought she wasn’t capable of.
I don’t know much about her past relationships, which makes me wonder why she’s acting this way now. She presents one image of herself, but there’s so much more beneath the surface—something deep within her, untamed by anyone else.
Something I plan to possess.
I pull away from her, dodging her attempts to reach me. A faint whimper escapes her throat, and I grin at her stubborn determination to give me what she thinks I need most.
“No, baby girl.” I move back down to her pussy, ready to bury my face in my new favorite spot. “Now, you’re going to do that again,” I say, not giving her a moment to process. I pull her clit into my mouth, moaning at the lingering chills of her sweet, fading orgasm. She’s a living embodiment of ecstasy.
Letting it go with a loud smack, I add, “You’re going to come all over my face again, just because I fucking want you to.”
Fully aware of her sensitivity, I play with the pressure I apply. My tongue glides up and down her slit in torturously slow movements while my finger finds its way to her clit, drawing lazy circles.
“Fucking liar,” she squirms, a faint hint of anger in her voice. “Keep saying it’s been a while since you did this.”
I can’t hold back the laugh and the wild desire surging through me when I realize I’m moving too slowly. If she’s thinking about me being with someone else again, it’s clear I need to change my strategy.
She’s not supposed to be able to think at all.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from her, push her legs off me, and lie down on the bed, doing what she asked a moment ago—though for different reasons. “Sit down,” I command, gripping her ankles and pulling her closer. She yelps as her bare, sensitive skin rubs against the sheets, but I couldn’t care less right now. “Now, Venetia.”
“What?” she asks, moving like a marionette as I force her onto my lap first. “W-where?”
Oh, come on.“On my face.”
Her instincts kick in as she tries to escape, but I grip her hands and lift her toward my face. I hear the faint crack of her bones, followed by a sharp hiss escaping those pretty lips—a reaction that makes my cock twitch.
“I’m too heavy!” she protests, struggling against my grip, her strength waning with each passing second. “West, stop it!”
“Too heavy, huh?” I taunt seductively, my hands moving to her ass as I anchor her in position. “Doubting me, baby girl? Brave of you.” Our eyes meet, and I drink in the fear that will never fade from her. She trusts me, yet that feeling always lingers faintly. “Brave but so fucking stupid.”
Before she has a chance to process, I drag her down onto my face, pressing her wet pussy against my lips. She moans, every muscle in her body tensing as she tries to get up, but her efforts are futile. It amuses me how much she worries about my ability to breathe—not that I’m thinking about that with her cunt on my face.
“Oh my fucking god—” she breathes out as I dive back in, alternating between French kissing her and greedily sucking upevery drop she gives me. “You are,” another delicious sound trembles from her throat, “insane.”
She always knows how to give the best compliments.
Gradually, the tension begins to evaporate from her body, and she relaxes, letting waves of pleasure wash over her. My hands squeeze her ass, and she melts against me. Her head throws back, and if it weren’t for my tight grip, she’d lose her balance and cut off my pleasure. She drifts into her haze, and as much as I love being the one who makes her feel like this, I need her fucking attention.
