Chapter 33 Love, Made Divine #2
Every kiss, every flick of my tongue drew a shuddering moan from her lips.
Her body arched into me, inviting me closer, deeper.
Our connection was fierce and breathless, a dance of surrender and control.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me up only to press softer, but more demanding kisses, promises of unspoken ecstasies yet to come.
"Ryder..." she breathed out, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her climax radiant and divine, breathtaking in its sheer intensity. I pressed a soft, reverent kiss against the palm of her hand, closing my eyes to savor the moment.
"I want to spend my life honoring you Ven," I whispered, my voice thick with feeling. "Because I can't imagine anything else."
She looked at me, her eyes heavy with desire as she knelt before me, the heat of her body pressing closer until our foreheads touched once more.
"Ryder," she breathed, her voice thick and low with need, "Make me yours."
I leaned up, brushing my lips slowly against hers, every kiss a promise, insistent yet tender. My hand drifted lower, sliding beneath the fabric of her clothes, gathering her nearer, my breath warm against her lips as I murmured, "God, you feel so damn good... I need to taste every inch of you."
A shiver rippled through her, her body arching instinctively into my touch, soft gasps escaping her parted lips. Her eyes locked on mine, a fierce fire blazing deep within them. "I want you to take charge, Ryder," she pleaded.
I leaned in, biting her bottom lip gently, a dark whisper brushing against her lips. "Anything you want; I’ll own you completely."
Suddenly, she pulled me down, her lips crashing hard against mine with raw, desperate hunger.
Her hands roamed boldly, smoldering and demanding, tracing every curve, every bare inch of skin in their path—claiming me as fiercely as I claimed her.
The heat between us flared, enveloping us in a fierce cocoon where nothing existed but our slick, searing connection.
Her voice, low and breathy, spilled over me with a commanding edge I had never heard before, full of hunger, fire, and ferocity.
I was captivated by her—the fierce beauty, the undeniable power radiating from her new-found confidence, this side of her I vowed to protect, cherish, and worship for the rest of my life.
My hands kept cupping and exploring, sending electric shivers darting along every nerve ending.
She arched into my touch, breath rushing in hotter, softer gasps, the flames between us rising higher and fiercer.
Later, wrapped in the quiet glow of the night, she lay with her head resting against me, her fingers tracing slow circles over the scar on my chest. The rhythm was soft, almost hypnotic.
"Okay," she said after a long silence, her voice teasing but gentle. "I think it's time you finally explain why you call me Ven. Especially during, you know..."
I smiled, brushing my thumb along her jaw. "Give me a second."
I crossed the room to where I'd hidden a small wooden box, one I'd spent countless hours perfecting. When I came back, I set it gently in her hands.
"Open it, Ven," I said quietly. "But before you do... when I told you I would worship you, I meant it. Every word. You're my goddess — of love, of desire, of beauty. Classic and timeless."
She blinked, and slowly, she lifted the lid.
Her gasp filled the silence.
Inside the box rested the necklace with the pendant I'd been working on since before I got shot.
Venus, the goddess of love, carved in gold.
Her dress shimmered with shungite and quartz, each stone catching the dim light like trapped stars.
A crown of small diamonds circled her head, and golden wings stretched wide behind her, fierce and radiant.
“This,” I said quietly, “is my vision of Venus. Of you.”
She looked up at me, startled, but I went on.
“People think Venus is just about beauty — the perfect face, the soft light, the way she seems to float through the world untouched. But that’s not what she really is.
Venus was born from chaos. From foam and storm and pain.
She emerged from a sea no one thought could give birth to anything gentle, anything sacred.
Every wave that tried to break her, every force that should have swallowed her whole, only shaped her.
That’s why she’s powerful — not because she’s untouched, not because she’s flawless, but because she survived what should have drowned her.
She carries the storm inside her, and somehow, she still shines. ”
I turned the pendant slowly, letting the gold catch the fading light.
“Look at her wings,” I said. “Emerald and gold, like they were carved straight from the heart of the earth. Every feather means freedom, every shimmer strength. She’s not just rising, she’s becoming.
And see the chains at her feet? They’re broken because she’s done fighting to be small.
She’s done letting anyone decide her worth. ”
December reached out, her fingers brushing the pendant, tracing the curve of the wings like she was touching something alive.
“Her dress,” I said quietly, “is made of quartz and shungite. They’re opposites.
Quartz heals, and shungite protects. Billy told me they’re your gemstones, and it makes sense.
Together they mean balance, light and shadow, strength and softness, all the pieces that make you whole.
Because that’s what you are, December. You’re not just the girl who survived.
You’re the woman who carries pain and light in the same heart, and still finds a way to shine. ”
She looked at me then, eyes wide and trembling, like she was afraid to breathe.
“And the crown,” I whispered, “that’s where I placed the diamonds. Billy said they represent me. They’re a reminder that I’m always with you, and a promise that I’ll keep making you my queen, my goddess, every day you let me.”
She was speechless, looking at me like she is seeing me for the first time.
“This isn’t just a necklace,” I said, my voice low, reverent.
“It’s you. It’s exactly how I see you, Ven — gorgeous, timeless, majestic, unbreakable.
Every thread of gold, every glint of stone, every spark of light carries your story.
My Venus, forged from fire and grace. My December, my queen, my goddess — the woman I love with every beat of my heart and every fragment of my soul. ”
For a moment,silence settled between us. Then I fastened the chain around her neck. The pendant lay against her skin like it had always belonged there.
She looked up at me, voice trembling, "Ryder..."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "If I ever made you doubt what you are to me. You are everything, Ven. I love you — always, in every breath."
She looked up at me then, tears slipping silently down her cheeks, but her smile was bright, full of that familiar spark that had saved me more times than I could count.
“I love you too, Ry,” she whispered, a soft laugh trembling through her tears. “Always.”
When she leaned in, our lips met not with urgency, but with a quiet devotion, a love that had weathered everything and promised forever.