Chapter 25 – IVY #2
We ride the waves until they ease. He rests his forehead against mine while we catch our breath.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, kissing my forehead before sliding out and dropping beside me.
He doesn’t leave. He pulls me in, holds me tight. I feel cherished. Chosen. Then he slips to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth, cleaning me gently. He presses a quick kiss to my pussy when he’s done and settles back beside me.
We drift off in each other’s arms and wake in the early hours.
“Good morning,” he rumbles, voice sleep-rough. “It is morning, right?”
“It is,” I say as we lie facing each other.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, kisses my forehead, then rolls to sit at the edge of the bed.
I gasp, my heart constricting.
Morning light slips through the curtains and lays his past bare across his back. It’s the first time I’ve seen it.
What the fuck.
His head turns to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“Your back,” I whisper as I reach out to touch the jagged pale scars.
“Ah, yes. My back…” He looks away. But the words are said so flatly, void of emotion, but I know too well, that must not have always been the case.
“Your mother?”
“Yup, that would be her handy work over the years.”
“Oh my god, Venom.” I had no idea the extent of his mother’s abuse but his story is heartbreakingly painted across his back. I reach out and trace a few of the lengthy scars, as well as the larger patches that look like burns. “Why didn’t you tell me when we talked about mine?”
He turns fully. “It wasn’t the time. We were talking about you, and I didn’t want you feeling bad for me when you’ve already carried so much.”
“But so have you,” I say, chest heavy.
“Yes. Turns out we both have. And here we are. Whatever we’ve been through led to this. To last night. I wouldn’t change it.”
I cup his cheek and kiss him.
While I shower, Venom orders room service. It won’t be Evelyn’s eggs Benedict and French toast, but it will do. My belly aches for food. And for him.
“They said thirty minutes,” he calls when I step out.
“Any ideas how to pass the time?” I ask, letting the towel slip to the floor.
The corner of his perfect mouth ticks up. “Not a single one. You?”
“Maybe.” I cross the room, stopping in front of where he sits on the couch. Water still drips from my hair, down my body. He leans in, tongue catching a drop on my belly and licking up to my nipple. He toys with it, and I cradle his head, fingers in his hair like he’s the most precious thing.
“Sit back.”
He does, and I sink to my knees. His eyes intensely study me. When I wrap my hand around his hard cock, his fingers snap around my wrist, tightly. I meet his gaze. There’s softness there, a vulnerable edge.
“Is this okay?”
He inhales, steadying. “Sorry. I—I haven’t let anyone—since—”
I release him at once. “Oh my god. I’m sorry,” I whisper, looking away.
“No. Hey—look at me.” He lifts my chin. “I want you to. After I freed myself, I never let another woman touch me there, let alone put their mouth on me. Besides Caroline, last night, which was certainly not for pleasure beyond finally getting to kill her. With others, it’s always been simple. Nothing more.”
I nod in understanding. “I get it. You wanted to feel in control.”
“Partly. But you, sweet beast… you’re the only touch I crave. The only one I want to have all of me. The one I’ll give up control for.”
Emotion floods me. He guides my hand back to his thickness. I trusted him, and now he’s trusting me.
I stroke him slowly as I stare up at him. His eyes flutter closed; a soft groan slips out.
“The sight of you on your knees with your hand around my cock might be my undoing, darlin’.”
I smile, continuing to work him as he reaches out and places a hand to my cheek. Then I take him into my mouth. His body tenses for a beat, then eases. His hand buries in my wet hair, grip firm, as I savor him, mouth and hands moving in sync.
“Christ, Ivy,” he breathes.
His hips rock, pushing deeper, the head nudging the back of my throat. I moan around him, eyes watering.
Gripping my hair tighter, he pulls me off his cock and slams his lips to mine. The kiss is raw, messy and filled with hunger.
I climb into his lap and begin peppering kisses along his jaw to his neck, nipping gently.
His groan of pleasure lets me know he likes it.
“Don’t go easy on me, darlin’.”
Smiling against his skin, I bite harder where his neck meets his shoulder. His answering hiss and moan has my pussy begging to be filled.
He fists my hair, tilting my head. “You’re such a wild little beast.”
“But you like it.”
“I love it,” he corrects.
Reaching down between us, I begin stroking him again. He pulls me toward him and kisses me with fervor before releasing my hair and grabbing a hold of my hips.
I then line him up and sink down onto him slowly. His slick cock pushes into me to the hilt. My god, it feels so much deeper this way.
Grabbing onto the back of the couch, bracing myself, I begin to move up and down his length, riding him. His hands help guide me, but he’s letting me control this.
Control. Something I’m not used to having.
“Christ, darlin’. Look at you.”
His hands skate up my sides and grab a handful of my breasts before leaning back. My fingers move to his neck as instincts take over—rolling, grinding.
His head falls back on a groan, arms stretched along the couch. The sight of him letting me take him, being pleasured by me, sends pressure building in my core once again.
Keeping a hand on him to steady myself, I let my other fall to his chest, tracing his smooth golden skin and snake tattoo.
I’ve never been more attracted to a man before. I’ve never felt this way toward anyone.
Venom slithered his way into my life, saving me in way I never knew I need to be saved.
Leaning in, I sink my teeth into his neck once more. He moans, surging forward, burying his face between my breasts. His arms lock around my waist, holding me tight as I pick up the speed.
“Mmm, I can’t take much more. You feel incredible. Deadly perfection. Let me feel you come around my cock again.” My head tips back, breathy sounds spilling. “That’s it, darlin’. Fuck me.”
He grips my ass hard, tugs my hair with the other hand, sending flickers of pain to my scalp, which only sharpens the pleasure I feel in my pussy.
“Oh god.”
“That’s it. Keep going. Be my sweet little beast and come for me. Make a mess of me. I want your juices soaking my cock again.”
“Ahh—fuck.” Pleasure surges through me in electric waves. I grip his neck, eyes locked on his as I gasp.
His baby blues flutter shut for a moment before he meets my gaze again. His body jerks as he comes, jaw slack, brows drawn, bliss wrecking his face.
I collapse against him. We hold on to each other as we come down from the high.
A knock sounds. “Room service.”
“Ah, shit.”
Giggling, I slide off him and dart to the bed as Venom’s essence runs down my thighs, then I dive under the covers.
He wraps my towel around his hips and opens the door. A short brunette wheels in a cart piled with platters and coffee. “Enjoy,” she says on her way out. Venom hands her a fifty before she leaves.
Moving the cart closer to the bed, Venom starts uncovering all the platters.
“This is a lot of food.”
“I got everything they had. Wasn’t sure what the beast would want.”
I smile. “Food coma, here we come!”
He chuckles as he tosses the towel away, and climbs in beside me. We eat until we’re painfully full, then fall asleep together again.
For so long, sexual acts were a form of punishment.
Control. A weapon. Although I never had a dick inside me before Venom, men would still use me in ways that left me feeling disgusted, ashamed, angry.
They would take out their deviant sexual desires on me, leaving their filth on me to dry until I was permitted to shower.
What Venom has made me feel regarding sex and just as a woman in general is nothing short of magical.
I feel truly cherished and safe opening myself up to him in this way. My heart and body.
I chose him.
I choose him.
And it feels amazing that he chose me too.