Page 82 of Sweet Touch of Venom
“Swallow,” he demands.
I glower at him and swallow the saliva and blood mixture, actually enjoying how warm and gooey it feels going down my throat, how metallic it tastes on my palette. His grins vilely as I lick over my lips. It’s permanently plastered on my tongue. I’ll forever taste that part of him. I look him in the eye with disgust; his stare is intense. And he only looks more enraptured. “You’re sick.”
He grins again. “I am.” Leaning forward, his hot mouth grazing over the shell of my ear, his hand goes to my nape, tugging me closer. “But is it me that’s sick, or the one that enjoys the taste of my blood?”
Goddammit.
I purse my lips, wanting to push him off to show him how much I hate him, but my body won’t move.
He leans back, brushing his thumb under my chin, leering at my mouth with the hunger I’ve never seen from any man. I already know what’s coming now. He lowers, but I cut him off, turning my face. “Only a peck.”
He swiftly brings his hand up, mushing my cheeks like a fish and whipping my face back to him. He clenches his jaw; the rows poking from his jaw, his eyes wild.
“Do. Not,” he grits dangerously. “Tell me how to kiss you.” He smashes his thumb to my lower lip, pushing it down to widen my mouth. “Do you understand?”
I only nod, my teeth grind against the sides of my mouth. The banter at the tip of my tongue.Who am I anymore?
“Good. Now open your fucking mouth, so I can taste you.”
Hot flames implode on my cheeks. “And if I don’t?”
He cracks a devilish smile. “You love to challenge me, little snake.” I wince as he squeezes just a little harder, stoking the ache on the inside of my mouth. “But you’ll find every single time that you do, the consequences will only get worse,” he responds in his native tongue.
Is that a threat?
Before I can respond that I know exactly what he said, he lowers his hand from my jaws finally, tilts his head and dips his lips to mine, and I immediately catch my breath. I pin my eyes on him, and he returns my gaze. That could be awkward for anyone, but it’s his way of watching to make sure I don’t falter in the deal, and it’smy wayto ensure it’s a simple thing. Nothing more.
At first, it’s the softest touch, not too hard, not too soft where it’s unnoticeable, but with his full lips, warm and gentle. Lips that youdreamto kiss. It’s nice.
My heart picks up a ruthless pace; we both bring our heads back, examining deeper into each other’s eyes. Searching for the ends to the out. A reason to stop right here, right now.No more.
His breath is low as it fans over my bangs, our decision set and stone through energy that’s unspoken.
We should stop.Stop. Stop.
The chants die when we move in slowly, my head tilting, the stache above his lip brushing against the rim under my nose. He kisses me again, this time a little firmer. Another spark shootsdown my stomach, invading my cunt. I catch his lush lips, my back arching into him, my hands rise clinging to his wrist.
I pull away again, his fingers thread in the back of my hair with a grip, but I don’t care. I bite my lip and glance at the scar; my tongue swipes out, licking softly and tracing the mark. He lets out a low growl, diving his hand deeper into my hair while the other cups my jaw, holding me. He crushes his mouth on mine, pinning me against the wall. I open my mouth up for him to taste all of me. To get all of him. His tongue enters, licking and swirling. I melt into his body, my eyes shuttering close. He works his mouth on me like a man possessed, a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. I lick his tongue, a moan escaping my throat, and he catches it. The kiss becomes harsh and intoxicating. Our mouths work against each other, nipping, biting, and licking—the story is telling itself, exploring all the nooks and crannies like we’re searching for gold. It’s abundantly clear that this isexactlywhat we both wanted.
My hands claw to his back, grabbing at it to crush him against me, to have his strong muscles flexing under my touch. I need more, so I stand on my tiptoes, reaching my arms up and grabbing onto his hair mid-kiss. My face tilts to get a better entrance. He releases my neck, lowering himself slightly and circling an arm under my ass, to press me tighter to him. Wanting more, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock beneath the thin slacks.
Banana my ass.
His large hand stretches along my ass, squeezing hard enough to cause pain. I moan again, grinding against him, visioning him deep in me and not hiding behind such a frail fabric. I pull his hair harder, his deep grunt filling my mouth from the grip. My pussy is heating with molten liquid soaking through my panties. She throbs so badly it hurts. Painfully.
Oh, fuck.
Ronan reciprocates, pushing slowly up into me and using his strength to lift me up and down on his cock. He starts dry fucking me against the wall, letting the hard tip of him tap on my swollen clit. Over and over until I’m squeezing him tighter, the muscles in his ass flexing. I could burst into stars right now from the friction alone.
I squeeze my eyes with parted lips as I let out a slur of tiny moans. My mind is fuzzy, no coherent thoughts or words can process besides, “Keep doing that. Please.” I pant as my hips rock with his strong hands.
“Shhh, amor. The students may hear you getting casually dry fucked by their headmaster. Is that what you want?” Worry almost hits me, but not for long. It quickly vanishes as he goes faster, knocking his dick right on my bud repeatedly, causing my body to jerk up each thrust, and I’m nearly convulsing.
“You’re evil,” I whimper as he devours my lips again. They are the softest ones I’ve ever encountered and possessive.
“Hmm, tell me something I don’t know,” he groans through our salacious kiss. He presses up while thrusting me down to grind harder. Sensational flutters swing like ropes, wrapping around my senses. Our tongues twisting to match our rhythm; every lick, I lick back, every twist he responds. We’re so in sync it’s dizzying my mind. The kisses are so deep it’s scratching to the surface of my lost soul.
He captures my lip between his teeth in a lofty groan. I wince with a shudder, tingles course down my legs.
