Chapter 3
WILLOW
W hen I woke up this morning, I never imagined my life breaking into a million jagged pieces of chaos. I caught my father committing the biggest crime of his life, a blizzard hit out of nowhere and now I think I died.
That sounds like pure chaos to me.
And yet…
I mentally touch each area of my body and snuggle a little deeper into the warmth around me and the extra body tucked under a mound of blankets.
I can’t hold back a smile.
Hmm… on second thought, maybe chaos isn’t the right word. Right now, bliss sounds more like what I am experiencing.
I don’t know how else I can explain having Silvan freaking Venom freaking Mercer’s massive cock nudged up close to my bare ass and his large callused hand gripping my breast?
I’m not complaining but, let me tell you this man is holding on like he’s obsessed with the feel of my skin in the palm of his hand.
And I like it. I like him .
Which might be a problem, but I can think about that later.
Right now I want to play with the fantasies shimmering over my drowsy mind.
The way I see it, I have two choices. I can either revel in my sudden death and enjoy the slice of heaven I’ve been gifted or test my theory and see if this is reality.
Err… the reality I left behind sucks. I’ll take number one please and since this is all in my head, I get to do what I want.
I slowly move the very naked sleeping man’s hand from my breast and roll to face the big biker.
Black hair falls over the side of his jawline and cheek.
I move the long strands for a fuller view of his handsome face.
Shadows play with light from the flickering flames to give him an aura of mystery.
I know close to nothing about him, but I can't help but feel drawn to his dark energy.
Dark stubble covers his chin. Asleep he looks only half as menacing as he does when he’s awake.
I trace the tip of my finger over the scar through his left eyebrow.
Some sort of violence left him marked on the outside and if the constant scowl on his face is anything to go by, it left him just as damaged on the inside.
But not here. Not in my version of heaven. Everyone is happy here.
Getting back to what I want, I slide my touch over the ridged edge of his jawline and trace the fine lines of his kissable lips. And since this is my heaven, I don't wait to see if he wakes to ask permission for a kiss. I take it.
Look at me being bold. I ease closer until my breasts press against his pecs and slower lean in. Holding my breath I press my lips to his, getting a deep moan in return.
My heart stutters and other parts of me fill with the familiar heat of when he’s close. There wasn’t a time I didn't feel him close when he trailed behind me in the bookstore I liked visiting.
Don’t stop with just a kiss , my inside voice urges and I agree.
My hand slips under the covers and I linger a soft touch over the solid abs I knew he had under his customary long-sleeved Hensley and Savage cut he usually wears.
The heat that gathered in my core blooms out to fill my veins and I recognize the urge to have more of him touching me for what it is.
Unbound lust.
And I feel zero shame for the heat hitting my cheeks and the liquid pooling between my thighs. This is my heaven after all.
I push up to support my weight on my elbow and slowly peel back the massive amounts of covers over the top of us. Behind us, the fire roars, so there’s no worry about either of us feeling the cold.
Not with this much heat licking to life inside and out, that is for damn sure.
A large expanse of muscle is all I see at first. There’s enough firelight filling the small cabin to appreciate the bumps and ridges of the long slab of muscle covering his torso and abs.
Like he is molded from a single sheet of polished wood.
He’s pure muscle from taut pecs all the way down to those two tiny, yet sexy dimples just above the line of where his jeans would be if he had any on.
He doesn’t, so I have the perfect view of his erection in all its full, beautiful glory.
The veined, length stretches up his abdomen with a pearl of liquid dripping from the swollen head as if begging me to touch it.
I inhale slowly and do something I never thought I had it in me to do.
I pull my hair to the side and I reach for Vemon’s cock.
Though he can’t tell, I blush from the tips of my toes all the way to the tip of my nose.
I’ve never done a single thing in my life that came even close to having bad girl vibes. Until tonight.
I’ve never touched a man, slept with one or let one touch me. But I don't let my lack of experience slow me down or stop me.
I wrap my fingers around the thick girth of Venom’s arousal and the instant reaction I get has me suddenly freezing.
His masculine moan. My God. The deep, guttural sound reaches into me and strokes my libido into high gear. He rolls to his back and the covers fall to the side revealing even more of his masculine body for me to fall in love with.
Fire explodes through me, and every single inch of my skin burns to feel his touch over every inch of my body. For his mouth, his hands, his skin on mine.
For this huge, gorgeous cock throbbing between his muscled thighs to slip inside of me.
Fuck, I want him so bad. With a passion I didn't know I could feel for a man. Frankly, after living with the men my father gathered for his motley crew of Vultures, I saw myself happily turning into an old cat lady.
I mean we barely know each other, true. But this man inspires me to go for what I want by simply breathing. Besides, this is my heaven, my rules, I remind myself.
I lean in and flick the tip of my tongue over the pebble of liquid spilling from the tip of his shaft. I give a little moan of my own, and gently work him from the thick base all the way up to the bulbous head so I can have another taste of his precum as it slips from the tip.
It’s true. Yes, I’m a virgin, but I know all about a woman’s lusts. I’ve lived with mine for three years and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed about this very fantasy.
And now it’s finally coming true.
Thank you, Jesus!
Watching Venom’s sleeping face, I ease my mouth over the head of his cock. I slip my lips up and down the thick length of him as I moan deeply. He groans in response. Hands slide into my hair and he gently starts thrusting his hips, feeding more his length to me.
With each unhurried thrust, he slips deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth until he taps the back of my throat. I swallow and the taste of him on the back of my tongue is as sweet as it is forbidden.
I curl my legs under me and reach between my legs to tease my clit with light strokes. Liquid spills between my thighs for not my touch, but his.
And that is when I realize the savage medic is no longer asleep, if he ever was.
Venom groans, his fingers kneading my scalp and then his touch roams over my back and he cups my ass with a possessive grip. He delves deeper and teases a soft touch over my untouched back entrance and makes me whimper before moving lower.
His fingers glide through my juices and brush against mine as I roll my clit.
Another groan and then he eases a finger into my tight virgin core, forcing me to gasp around the thickness of his throbbing cock.
Venom groans deeply, his finger slipping in and out of my slick pussy as I tease my clit over and over again. His cock throbs between my lips, and when his other hand tightens in my hair, I only whimper for more.
The heat of his body sinks into mine and makes me want to wrap my legs around him and forget about how forbidden this is between us. Not only because he feels good and I’ve been so lonely, damn it. But because I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. Not in my heaven.
Hot liquid drips from my core. He smears it over the folds of my pussy before bringing his fingers to his lips.
His swollen crown slides from my lips, and my breath catches as I look up into his dark eyes.
I push to my hands and knees at his side, unable to look away as he looks directly into my soul as he cleans his fingers of my juices.
“Venom.”
My voice is just above a whisper and hangs between us a moment before he rolls over and pins my legs open. Every inch of my virgin pussy and ass are on full display for him.
I blush, raking my teeth over my bottom lip and love the fresh wave of need washing through me as my eyes drop down over his rippling abs to find him stroking his beautiful cock.
A single thick vein runs down the length of it and I make a silent promise to lick it the next time I have my mouth wrapped around him.
“Did my snow angel wake up horny?”
I smile at his cute nickname. Another wave of heat hits my cheeks but there’s no way I’m going to duck under the covers and hide away from my own truth.
I look down my body and watch him drag the swollen crown of his cock up through the seam of my sticky wet pussy. He stops at my clit and teases the throbbing nub with slow steady swirls.
My lips fall apart, and I say the hardest word I’ve ever muttered in my life. “Yes.”
I’m panting like a wild woman and my admission, but my entire body tingles with the truth. And there’s no denying the heat that consumes me.
I want this man. And by the fury gaze he caresses over my naked body, I think he wants me to.
No. I know he does.
I wrap my fingers around his and help him tease me a little more before I give in and moan so loud I gasp from surprise.
“Nothing to be shy about, snow angel. I want to hear your pleasure. I want to hear all the cries of ecstasy you have for me.”
Dark stubble covers Venom’s jawline. With this hair spilled around his shoulders wildly he’s every bit the Savage man I always thought him to be. Firelight plays over his skin giving life to the inked snake around his forearm that lays tucked into a bed of red roses.