Chapter 25 – IVY
Chapter
Twenty-Five
IVY
Once we arrive back in our hotel room, Venom heads straight to the shower.
Walking over to the full-length mirror, I stare at myself a bit longer. I really did feel beautiful tonight. Still do.
I reach behind me to try to unzip myself, but it catches on the fabric. I awkwardly try to pull and pull, barely even able to reach it in the first place but then decide to just wait for Venom to help. Wearing this gorgeous dress a little longer won’t be so bad.
I remove my heels and pace the room, replaying the entire evening in my mind, especially how it ended. This is certainly not a night I will ever forget.
Venom strides out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped low around his hips.
This is the first time I’m seeing him completely shirtless in full lighting; the first time I get to truly admire his snake tattoo.
I’ve glimpsed the snake’s head before, but now my gaze follows the ink as its body slithers down his chest and coils around his torso.
The scales are etched with such precision they look almost alive.
And then there are his abs—cut like stone, impossibly perfect.
I’ve never seen him work out, so I have no idea how the hell he maintains them, but damn, I’m impressed.
Venom clears his throat. “Eyes up here, darlin’.”
I blush and turn away. When I look back at him, he’s still staring at me.
“Did you have a nice evening?” he asks with an amused grin.
“You didn’t have to kill him, ya know.”
“Not this again,” he says as he strides over to sit on the couch. “I think I’ve made myself clear.”
“But that’s insane! You can’t go around killing every guy who talks to me.”
“He touched you, to be clear.”
“It was an innocent handshake. And what about the guy in the grocery store? He didn’t touch me.”
“No. But I didn’t like him.”
I throw my hands up. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”
“And you’re beautiful.”
“Don’t. Don’t compliment me to distract me and change the subject!”
He walks toward me with his unsettling predatory grace. Considering he’s nearly nude and stalking toward me with that look in his eyes, my nerves spark, sending a buzz through my veins.
“Ya know, you should come with a warning label, darlin’.”
“Oh really? I’m not the one with a poisonous dick,” I counter. He ignores my comment.
“May cause inappropriate thoughts.”
He steps closer.
“Irrational behavior.”
Another step as my heart begins rapidly beating.
“Severe addiction.”
He reaches me, pressing me against the wall, and leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Possibly even death.”
His words caress my ear and send a heated rush blazing through me.
I meet his electric eyes when he pulls away. “Is there a cure?”
“For this type of affliction, no. Even if there was, I wouldn’t want it.”
“So what do you do about it?” I ask breathlessly. My god, I want this man. I want him so damn bad I feel like I might spontaneously combust if I don’t have him.
“I accept my fate.”
“I’m sure you could get over this affliction.”
Grinning, he says, “There's no getting over you, darlin’. I’ve never met a more beautiful creature or tasted such sweet poison. I’m hooked and at your mercy.”
“Are you asking for my mercy?” The tension between us thickens to something almost palpable.
“Never.”
The room suddenly feels hotter, and a wave of confidence washes over me. I push past him and take a seat on the chaise lounge.
I bite my lip. “You want me? I should make you beg.”
His brow shoots up in amusement. “I’d gladly fall to my knees before you and beg if that’s what you want.”
The thrill of this sends my adrenaline spiking. “Then do it,” I challenge.
With a devilish smirk, his fingers toy with the knot of the towel, unhurried, his hungry gaze locked on mine.
The air thickens, heavy with the challenge, before the fabric slips free and falls to the floor.
Heat scorches my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat, betraying the nerves I was trying so hard to mask.
My lips part at the sight of him—hard, dangerous, utterly venomous.
He lowers to one knee. Pauses. Smirks, savoring the moment and teasing me further. My eyes travel up and down his body, taking him all in. Then he sinks the other knee to the floor.
I swallow back my nerves once more, securing my confident mask back in place. “Now crawl to me.”
“Oh, you wicked beast. Just know that when I reach you, it’s my turn.” The feral glint in his eye sends my nerves spiking again.
He drops his hands on the floor and begins to crawl toward me. Slowly and gracefully with a hungry and menacing expression.
This isn’t the carefree soul who was dancing in the middle of the road with me not too long ago.
This is the predator.
And now I’m reminded how dangerous this man is. In so many ways. Ways I’m not sure I’m prepared for, but I’m finally ready to find out.
He calls me a beast, but he looks as if he’s going to be the one devouring me.
With every second he gets closer, my body reacts, my senses and every nerve buzzing with excitement. The tingling sensation between my thighs becoming painful, unbearable.
He just about reaches me when I lift my leg up and place my bare foot on his shoulder, halting him in place.
He shakes his head and snickers. “Were you trying to stop me before I got within striking distance? Because you made a grave mistake.”
I furrow my brows in confusion and that's when he grabs hold of my ankle and yanks me onto the floor.
I yelp as he grabs the bottom of my gown and pulls, ripping the fabric down the center until my bottom half is fully exposed, then he tears away my panties, and without hesitation, descends upon my eager pussy.
My back arches, a moan slipping out as his wicked mouth finds my throbbing, sensitive flesh.
“Christ, darlin’, I’ve been having withdrawals from this sweet thing,” he murmurs against the inside of my thigh. He presses a kiss there, then returns to my pussy, giving it his full, devastating attention.
My fingers slide through his pale hair as he devours me.
Gentle teeth toy with my clit, and the sensation nearly tips me over the edge.
I clamp my thighs around his head, but he pries them apart and, to my shock, slaps my aching pussy.
I cry out, pleasure sparking bright. His tongue sweeps through me, then he’s sucking my clit again, fingers gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise.
I don’t last long. I shatter, hard, with this venomous man between my legs.
“Oh god, Venom. Fuck,” I gasp.
“Delicious.” He kisses the inside of my trembling thigh. “I’d be a happy man dying between your legs.”
“No more death tonight.” I cup his face, nerves surging before I swallow them down. “I want more.”
“I wasn’t done with you anyway, darlin’. But you’re gonna have to be clearer. I want you sure. Say the word, little beast, and I’m yours.”
I bite my lip. His gaze drops to my mouth, then returns to my eyes.
“I’m sure. I want all of you, Venom. I want it to be you. Right now.”
His smile widens. He reaches under the couch cushion and pulls out a knife.
When the fuck did he stash a knife there?
He slides the blade to my lower belly where my split gown ends and slices through the rest of the fabric.
“I liked this dress!”
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He lifts me, leaving the ruined dress on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“I’m not letting your first time be on a hard floor when there’s a perfectly good bed a few feet away.
” He reaches the bed and tosses me onto it.
I squeal, laughing as he climbs over me.
His broad frame cages me in. My gaze skims his carved body, down to the thick length hanging between his powerful thighs, then back up to the gleam in his eyes.
“You’re nervous.”
It isn’t a question.
“Yes, but not because I’m unsure. I just—well… you’re not small.”
He chuckles. “You’re already loosened up and wet. I’ll go slow, darlin’. Tell me to stop whenever you need.”
I nod. He lowers, sucking and licking around one nipple before taking it into his mouth. A soft moan spills from me as he gives each nipple attention, then he positions himself at my entrance.
Dark heat flashes in his eyes as he slides his tip through my slick. I gasp when his swollen head pushes in, then he eases the rest of himself inside. I stretch around him, taking him. There’s a brief ache, a pull, but it feels incredible.
“That’s it, darlin’. You’re doing great.”
He settles fully, and I have never felt so full. In every way.
“Oh, god, Venom. You feel… fuck… you feel so good inside me.” He starts to move, slow and deliberate, letting his thick cock glide out and back in. “More. Venom, I need more.”
My senses spark, all of me aflame.
Desperation floods me. I wrap my legs around him, trying to draw him deeper. He chuckles.
“Greedy little beast.” His hands lock on my hips as his pace builds, his thrusts driving deeper. My head tips back on a moan.
Venom drops his mouth to my breast. A sharp sting blooms—he’s biting me. He doesn’t let go, holding my breast between his teeth as he fucks me, pleasure and pain braiding until I’m lost to it.
Gruff sounds rumble from his chest as he keeps sinking into me, again and again. He’s as deep as he can go, and somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.
He releases my aching breast, soothes it with a suck and a lick, then kisses the tender spot. One hand buries in my hair; the other wraps the back of my neck in a firm grip.
Pressure coils tight in my core as our eyes lock.
“Eyes on me when you come.”
“Mmm,” is all I manage.
His hand slips down between us, finds my clit, and starts to play. I nearly detonate on the spot.
“Oh my god. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Come for me, sweet beast.”
I surrender. Pleasure crashes through me, my body clenching around him as I climax. Venom follows, groaning, shuddering, both of us clawing at each other as we fall apart together.