Chapter 16 – VENOM
Chapter
Sixteen
VENOM
Kissing Ivy feels like the sweetest poison entering my bloodstream. I am on fire—too wild to contain.
Fuck, her lips are so soft. When everything about her has been so tough, her lips give me a dose of tenderness.
I’ve stopped trying to figure out what it is about her that drives me to a state of mind that’s so foreign to me. A place where I can’t stop thinking about her and wanting my hands all over her body, marking her as mine with my bruises and kisses.
The beast fights me every chance she gets. If it were anyone else, she’d be dead.
But it’s Ivy.
It’s the green-eyed wild thing, with hair like hellfire and a tongue full of venom, who somehow speaks to a part of me I didn’t know existed.
It’s the girl who smells like summer, something I’ve never cared for outside of my tropical oasis, but her scent has me painfully missing the season whenever she’s not near.
We’ve drawn each other’s blood and caused pain, but now, I want her pleasure.
Yesterday’s lesson in the basement wasn’t enough.
If anything, it turned me into an addict.
Wanting nothing more than to watch her come for me over and over again.
It might have started off as a way to replace her anger with something more satisfying, but all it truly did is fuck me over in the end.
Because now, Ivy is my favorite dose of poison.
For a breath, her shock freezes her in place.
I use the moment to drag my tongue along the seam of her pretty mouth, savoring her, and then I bite down on her bottom lip, dragging it into my mouth.
She gasps, and to my pleasant surprise, she begins to return the kiss, her arms collaring my neck.
I lift her, wrapping her legs around me and smashing her against the wall.
Another delicious noise leaves her mouth.
The kiss deepens, becoming frantic and desperate for more. I fist a chunk of her hair and pull, drawing out a breathy groan from her as I walk over to the dining table and then lay her atop it. I pull away from her lips, seeing her eyes wide, feral; just how I like her.
I yank off her sleep shorts and underwear in the same motion and kneel before her, pulling her plump ass to the edge of the table. I give her one last smile before I set my mouth onto her delicate pink pussy.
My tongue sweeps through her as I finally taste the sweet beast. Her back arches off the table and she moans while attempting to grab onto the table. “My, my, you are the sweetest tasting poison,” I say, breathing against her.
I dive in, licking and sucking, savoring her light, honeyed taste as my cock throbs painfully hard.
I want more. I need more. I crave her.
Her moans grow louder when I push two fingers into her and suckle on her clit as I pump into her.
“Oh fuck, Venom.”
I hum against her sensitive nub, and she whimpers for me.
“Please, Venom… fuck, make me come again.”
“I do love when you beg, sweet beast.”
I move my free hand from her thigh and reach out to grab her breast under her shirt, tweaking her nipple.
“Yes, harder.”
I oblige and pinch her nipple again as I suck her clit and fuck her with my fingers.
Her loud cries fill the dining room as she bursts apart, grabbing my arm and squeezing my head between her thick thighs. I watch her intensely and listen to her sweet cries of pleasure as I lap her juices up.
I slide my fingers from her and grip the edge of the table as my cock threatens to burst from my jeans and take her right here and now. My vision sways, and I feel myself going feral. A viper ready to strike.
I need to get out of here. Away from her.
I wipe my mouth and take one more look at her sprawled out on my dining table, looking like the best meal I’ve ever eaten in here and, well… ever.
Christ, she’s beautiful.
Turning to leave, her voice stops me. “Wait. Where are you going?” she pants when I turn around.
“I need to go.”
“Why?”
I dare a look at her and her disappointed expression nearly breaks me.
I take a step towards her, feeling my body tense, hands clenched at my side.
“If I don’t leave you right now, then I’m going to shove my cock in you and tear you apart right now.
And darlin’, as much as I fucking want to, you’re a virgin.
The way I would fuck you right now is not what you deserve for your first time.
” With that and all the strength I have, I turn and leave my sweet beast.
Fisting my throbbing cock in the shower, I jerk myself hard and fast to the thoughts of what I truly wanted to do to Ivy down there. It’s not the most enjoyable orgasm but a necessary one. I don’t think Ivy’s sweet virgin pussy is ready for me just yet.
I need to better control myself, but hell, the wild woman might just break me in a way no woman has before.
The ways I’ve been broken before were tragic, painful, but what Ivy could do to me now, I’m not sure I’d survive.