Page 198 of Beautiful Venom
Now, he moves slowly, going deeper but unhurriedly.
He’s keeping himself in check, under control, the veins in his neck throbbing with tension, his hair damp. A droplet of sweat falls on my nose and he grunts.
But he doesn’t ram into me.
Doesn’t slam harder.
Instead, he watches for my body’s signals, and only when I relax, only when I accommodate him, he picks up his pace.
Gradually.
Slowly.
Treating me like a treasured flower instead of the wildflower he’s always called me.
Damn it.
I think I’m falling in love with him harder than I ever thought possible.
A zap of pleasure slashes through me, and my head becomes foggy.
My hips roll, matching his rhythm, going gently, so gently, and tears slide down my cheeks.
Kane leans forward, darts his tongue out, and licks those tears, swallowing them, leaving a warm stickiness on my cheeks.
“Why are you crying?” he grunts. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels so good. It’s the tears that turn you on.”
He chuckles against my mouth, his teeth grazing the corner of my lips before he sucks them into his mouth.
Kane kisses me as deeply as he fucks me, but it’s at a leisurely pace, taking his time to nibble on my lips, play with my tongue.
And when his hand that’s around my waist reaches down to my clit, I’m a goner. I can’t last long.
Not when he fucks me as if his body is telling me things. Things I don’t understand but still fall for anyway.
Maybe it’s also his form of goodbye.
Or maybe, just maybe, he’s ruining me for other men.
Because no one can touch me like he does.
Kiss me like he does.
Make me feel safe like he does.
I moan in his mouth as the orgasm rips through me, lighting me on fire.
My arms wrap around his neck, my nails clawing at his back at those scars, wanting them gone, but also loving him more because of them.
Because hesurvivedthem.
This man killed two men before my eyes not too long ago. One of them his father.
And I still shatter in his arms like I never have with anyone.
Kane’s rhythm picks up, thrusting at a commanding pace. Maybe it’s because I’m still hazy from the orgasm, but it doesn’t hurt.
