Page 81 of Beautiful Venom

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Page 81 of Beautiful Venom

Up and down in a rough, frenzied movement.

Precum glistens from the tip and the veins bulge with need.

This isn’t about my pleasure. This is a punishment for losing control and wanting her.

Again.

“Say my name,” I strain as I strangle my cock.

“Kane…” She glances down at where I’m twisting and jerking, her lips parting, and she swallows thickly. “Please fuck me.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” I pull my fingers from inside her, shove the jersey up, and then snap open her bra.

I groan as my cum decorates her tits, covering her hard nipples and dripping down to her belly button.

She watches me the entire time, her mouth open, her face red.

I gather my cum from her stomach and place my coated fingers in front of her mouth. “Suck them clean.”

Dahlia slips my fingers inside and sucks on them, her wet tongue licking me softly.

While looking at me with those glittering yellow eyes.

Soon enough, her lids lower and she falls asleep with a soft sigh.

With my fingers in her mouth and my fucking sanity in her hands.

Every time I touch her, I lose all sense of reality and myself.

For a moment, just a moment in time, I forget who I am, what I exist for, and what I aim to do.

For just that moment, it’s only her.

And I’m not sure if it can be fixed at this point.

Or whether or not I’m willing to do so.

16

DAHLIA

The morning comes with a strange sense of peace.

And a headache.

A sore throat, too.

I blink my eyes open a couple of times and a smooth ceiling with painted cherry blossoms materializes before me. The stunning 3D details are so well illustrated, I feel as if I’ve been transported into a fairy tale.

Slowly, the rest of the room comes into view and I sit up in the massive bed, holding the black sheet to my chest.

The first thing that hits me is the cold.

Not the icy kind that seeps into my bones, but the kind that creeps into the air, that wraps around me even under the covers. It’s everywhere—spreading from the walls, the floor, and the very space around me.

Kane’s space.

It smells like him. Woodsmoke and leather.


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