Page 258 of Craving Venom
Her lips ghost along my collarbone.
“Sit.”
She drags her tongue down the center of my chest. Lets her tits press to me. I can feel her trembling just a little like she’s scared of what will happen when she gives in, when she finally lowers herself onto me.
And she should be.
Because I’m not going to be gentle.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her down—not inside me—just until our lips nearly touch.
“Sit the fuck down on my cock before I lose what’s left of my patience.”
Her breath catches.
And she lowers herself.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THE BEAUTY
Ilower myself onto his tip, and his growl evaporates between us.
His cock stretches me instantly, it’s just the head, but I still feel it in my spine. Heat coils in my gut. My hands brace on his chest as my thighs tremble around the intrusion, begging for more.
I feel so fucking full, and I’m barely even in control anymore.
Zane growls and his hands dig to my hips like he’s seconds from flipping me over. His hips jerk up, trying to bury himself, but I lift to deny him again.
“Faith.” He grits his teeth and fists my hair so hard I let out a shriek. “Don’t play with me.”
“I’m not playing,” I lie, feeling the rush of his blood beneath my fingertips.
But I am playing.
Because I need him distracted. I need to make him lose himself.
He just confessed to killing Brian. To skinning Derick alive. To planning to burn an entire circle of monsters to the ground, and part of me believes they deserve it. But another part of me?
Another part is screaminghide.
Because if he can do all that and still touch me like this…
What happens when he snaps and I’m the one standing in front of him?
I grind against him, wrapping another inch of his cock.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Take all of me.”
I lean down like I’m going to kiss him. “I can’t.”
And then I yank myself off his cock, ignoring the burn as he slips free, and scramble backward off his lap.
I grab his hoodie—the one crumpled near the shelves—pull it over my head, not caring that it’s inside out, too big, still warm with his heat. My legs are shaking, pussy aching from being stretched and denied, but I run.
I don’t even make it out of the door.
His hand knots in my hair and yanks me back so fast my feet leave the floor. I gasp as the air catches in my throat and my back crashes into his chest. His breath is hot against my ear, but it’s his words that freeze my blood.
