Page 121 of Sweet Venom
I blinked, confused, when his grip shifted.
His hand slipped from my throat and, without a word, he turned me to face him. Before I could ask what he was doing, he guided me downward slowly until my knees touched the cold, damp ground.
The rain kissed my skin. My breath hitched.
I looked up at him, searching his face.
He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, looking down at me like I was something holy. His fingers brushed along my jaw, then down, his thumb gently grazing my lower lip. I looked at him as rain poured down on him. His black hair stuck to his forehead. Gray eyes burning with desire for me. His red lips looked fuller than usual.
He took himself into his hand, and our gazes locked. He began to pump.
“Open your mouth.”
I turned my gaze to the hand that held his cock, watching him pump hard and fast. I licked my lips, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Suck my cock, baby.” He bit his lower lip and it took everything in me not to cum right there. God, he looked like a man possessed who would burn kingdoms for me even if I was the one on my knees.
I opened to take him into my mouth, his taste salty, the skin soft around his thick, hard cock. He was big. Really fucking big but felt just right in my pussy and my mouth.
He fucked my face now, thrusting deeper and deeper down my throat, cutting off all breath until I thought I’d pass out and releasing me for an instant to draw desperate gulps of air before repeating. “You suck my cock so good, Little Fox. Fuck, that mouth will be my undoing.”
I liked it. I more than liked it actually. The way he looked down at me with desire burning in his eyes and as if I was the only thing that mattered to him made me want to please him even more.
I wanted to make him feel who owned him.
He pushed me backward so my head was pressed to the statue, and he stilled.
I felt the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I choked, not ready, but he held me still, closing his eyes. He tasted like heaven and I fear I might become addicted to it.
Then finally Azariel pulled out, his grip on his cock tight as streams of cum covered my face, chest and my naked breasts, marking me as his.
At that moment I felt owned by him.
No one has ever fucked me the way Azariel did. He fucked me like he both hated and loved me.
Still riding the high of being fucked by him, I scooped up a smudge of his cum from my chest with my finger and licked itoff slowly letting my eyes meet his as I did. I moaned as his taste exploded in my mouth.
His grin widened. “You’re filthy.”
“Only for you.”
He looked down at me, and for a moment, everything stopped.
The rain. The burning desire is still curling low in my belly.
All of it vanished the second his lips lifted into a smile.
A real one.
A smile that I always wanted to see.
Like sunlight breaking through a storm. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t guarded. It was rare but so fucking beautiful.
Before I could catch my breath, he scooped me up from the ground like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped instinctively around his neck, and I pressed against his chest, the solid heat of him grounding me. My legs curled around his waist, and he held me like I was precious cargo.
I smirked, breathless and still buzzing from every filthy thing we’d just done.
“We didn’t even enjoy the ball Aunt Kadra prepared for you,” I teased, voice low, lips brushing against his jaw.
