Chapter 3 #2
“Take me, Venom. Will you give us a night together and then come morning I will be gone, just like the snow. No one has to know.”
His knees keep me spread wide. Firelight bathes us in warmth, revealing the wetness coating my virgin folds.
“You know what you are asking for. I should have left you out there to die by every unspoken rule in the book. You’re the snow angel I can’t have.”
I rock my hips, causing the head of his shaft to slip between my folds just a fraction and we both groan with the same level of need.
I know he feels the same instant connection i do because the light in his eyes matches the same level of heat filling my core.
We burn for each other and he wants to play coy.
I call him on his bluff.
“Throw me outside then. Show me the real Savage you can be. Or you can take my virginity as yours, claim my cherry and know from here on out you took something from the Vultures that my father will try to sell to the highest bidder sooner or later.”
I shimmy my hips again and this time he’s the one growling like the obsessed wild man that he looks like.
“If another man touches you, their time on this earth is marked in minutes.”
His words come out as if they physically shred his soul with a thousand tiny blades.
Strong hands flip me and then lift me to my knees. He grabs my ass into the air and then he moves up behind me. He presses a thumb to my back entrance and guides his cock to my untouched pussy.
He’s at my entrance, ready to thrust into me. I angle my head around. Our gazes connect.
“You’ve already had a taste of me, venom. Do you really want to stop now?”
I move back and take the head inside. My body protests, but I don’t care about the pain. I never will. Not with Venom. I don’t care about club politics and that he’s two decades older than me. Numbers are nothing. I know what I want.
“Do you want me, Venom?”
“Fuck, snow angel. More than you know.”
He moves forward, spreading my folds over his massive cock. I wince and reveal in the pain. Just a little more And I will be all his.
“That’s good. You’re good, Willow. Such a beautiful snow angel.” There’s an edge of disbelief and undercurrents of fear hanging from his praise.
He takes another inch of my channel, and then another. His hold on my hips is the only reason my shaky knees haven’t given out from under me yet. We both tense when he meets resistance.
“Willow, baby,” he starts.
“No, Silvan. No, we can have this. We can have each other. Just for tonight.” My head is shaking in protest to the doubt in his eyes. He’s scared of causing a war. I know. But no one will know. I can be gone come morning.
I hear his harsh breathing but more importantly I can feel the fullness of him stretching me to take all of him.
“No, Venom. Don’t stop now. You can’t. It will break me and leave me destroyed if you leave me like this.
I want you so deeply that my soul aches to feel you claim me.
” Confessing my true feelings for him sits on the edge of my heart ready to leap off and fly out of my mouth, but I hold back.
No. He won’t understand how crazy I am for him.
He could push me away and if he did that I would walk out into the storm and let it take me.
His punishing grip on my hips turns gentle. I angle my head around. The low light of the fire highlights the hard planes of muscles. He strokes his palms over the swells of my ass as if in reverence. “I would never hurt you. Know this, Willow.”
Pleasure at such a simple statement shouldn’t hit my heart so hard, but it wraps around my heart and soul like a shield. I’ve come from a home of pain. To hear someone would never want to see harm come to me is a novelty that brings unexpected tears to my eyes.
I reach back and link our fingers. His expression tightens, his gaze moving from where our bodies are connected and then back to mine.
Using his free hand he teases a thumb over my back entrance again. He dips in just enough to make me gasp before pulling out. As he teases me, his hips moving in small thrusts.
“Keep that promise close to your heart because this one time it will hurt and it will be because of me.”
“There’s no other way. But I trust you.”
This fire inside of me won’t die until I’m his. I know when I have to walk away a part of me will die. Having one simple taste of Silvan Mercer isn’t enough. I’ll have to find a way to live with the pain of not having him. But I will deal with that later.
I watch him over my shoulder as he pulls the head from my wet channel and then slowly sinks back in just a little. “You take me so beautifully. I want your blood coating my from base to tip. I want to see you claim me just as much as I claim you.”
He rocks forward, but doesn’t break past my hymen.
“Venom!” I cry out, a shudder raking through my body.
A broken groan tears from my savor.
“I can’t have you. But I can’t stop myself, either.”
He dips. Retreats. And then dips in again, forging a path. Forcing my channel to open for his enormous size.
“Too fucking late anyway,” he groans and pushes past my virginity.
He sinks into my core and doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside me.
The fiery intrusion forces the air from my lungs and a sharp cry from my lips.
As he takes my virginity he sinks his thumb into my ass and shoots a wave of pleasure through me as the pain threads through so much goodness.
I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to do but just live in the moment.
He pauses letting my body grow accustomed to his girth and my ass to the new intrusion.
I concentrate on the intoxicating concoction of pain and pleasure.
I love the feeling of it mixing and filling me with so much heat I can feel every blood cell in my body expand with the need for more of the same.
It’s like a concoction of sugar and coke—a deadly sweetness.
Dizzying sensations bombard me all at once.
Lingering winter air filtering through small cracks here and there in the cabin walls skims over my overheated skin.
The golden firelight cocooning us in our own secret world.
The feel of his possessive grip marking me.
But most of all, the forbidden intrusion of his hard length throbbing deep inside me.
My hips move. I can’t help it.
“Damn it, Willow. No, my sweet snow angel. Don’t move. Don’t make me come yet.”
His fingers flex and tighten on my hips as if he’s fighting to regain control. If he’s wanting to push me away now, it’s too late. He’s taken the forbidden. My virgin blood is his. There’s no going back for us.
He pulls from my warmth and falls to his knees between my thighs. His large hands hold me open for his hungry mouth.
“Hold still.” he growls and then I can’t believe what he does.
I gasp and grip at the blanket beneath me. “Venom, no! Oh my God! What…oh!” I gasp at the feel of his tongue dragging through my juices mixed with my virgin blood. Lips and tongue turn savage against my freshly claimed pussy, and he doesn’t stop licking until he has tasted every inch of me.
All the while he teases my ass and forces the warmth in my core to spill between my legs. I gasp again and this time I moan through the rush of pleasure flowing through me.
“When I claim something as mine, I take it with all my being.” A sated looking Venom rises and glides his cock back to my entrance. He pushes just the head inside and stills.
“Venom!” I groan in protest and try to push back, to force him deeper but his hold on my hips keeps me still.
“Tell me you want my cock, Willow. Tell me. Give me the words I’ve wanted to hear for so long. I can sink into your warmth and feel whole again.”
My heart squeezes. Did I just hear what I think I heard? My body is too consumed with the need to feel him deeper inside me to stop everything but I will come back to them.
I just need… “Ooh,” I moan and arch my back but he only chuckles warmly.
“Snow angel,” he murmurs in such a tone that I feel his need to hear my answer deep inside.
“Yes! Venom, I need you to give me your cock. I need you inside of me. Fill me up and give me all of you.” My lips part and I’m panting heavily.
“You break the ice around my heart, woman. I’ve been nothing but jagged pieces of lust for a woman I shouldn’t want and I no longer care.”
His steel length enters me, and I arch into him, pressing my ass into his waiting hands. His fingers work the globes of my ass and I feel claimed in more ways than the obvious. His heat fuses with mine, his weight a delicious pressure I never realized I needed in my life.
He comes over the top of me and I sigh heavily when his warm lips fall over my shoulder and my neck all the while he holds himself inside me.
I shudder and moan in his arms. My hair falls loosely over the side of my face to cocoon around us when he takes my lips in a possessive kiss.
I taste the tang of my virgin blood on his tongue.
At first I want to pull away, but I want to burn this moment into my memory for decades to come that lie before me.
I swipe my tongue over his and moan into his mouth.
“Venom, I’m yours. Now and forever.” I don’t know why I mutter those words between us, but there's no taking them back. I know this can’t last and I have no business saying forever.
Forever with him is only a dream. “This was meant to be.” I can’t seem to stop myself from spilling my heart's truth all over the place.
Teeth scrape over the tender flesh of my shoulder.
He murmurs something close to what I said but I can’t be for sure. My heart wants me to believe he said forever mine, but my ears and mind freeze out the possibility.
He withdraws from my channel, only to thrust so deep and fast my body ignites with a fiery need for him to do it again.
“Again!”
And he does.
Darkness shines in his eyes and I know a force of raw lust when I see it.