Chapter 3 #3
Deep inside a part of my soul reaches for his and I can feel the bond forge instantly.
He thinks I’m all light and sunshine, but that is only what I show to others.
I’m broken inside and I long to find some kind of love in this world but there’s only darkness.
I try to keep my light alive but I am scared at some point it will be snuffed out just like my mothers.
A warm, callused hand flattens over the dip of my back when he rises above me, his other wraps in the long length of my hair.
“Ahh,” I cry out in surprise and drip a fresh wave of juices over us both.
He pulls out, leaving me with an emptiness I wasn’t expecting.
But not for long. He tunnels back in, driving into me with so much force the enormous my knees feel the burn. The pain is so worth the pleasure.
“You don’t belong to me, but I’m taking you anyway.”
But I do belong to him. But I can’t seem to find my words and voice when he strokes deep inside me again, stealing my breath away.
Words and thoughts give over to all the swirling emotions bombarding my senses. One minute I thought I was dead and in heaven and now I’m walking the flames of hell hoping I get to stay in the forbidden territory just a little bit longer.
Or for forever as long as I get to feel the burn of Venom’s touch every single day of the rest of my life.
Venom pulls out, teases my entrance until I beg for him to fill me again.
Only then does he drive back in with unforgiving strength.
And then all the teasing stops. Venom uses his hold on my hair to turn my head.
Hungry teeth meet flesh and my whole night shifts from possibly thinking I loved his gentle brutality to most definitely wanting every erotic sensation this Savage monster can give me.
He reaches around us and clamps his fingers around my clit.
I cry out in alarm. Not only from the way my pussy floods with warm liquid, but the feel of his cock growing thicker.
I shift my hips forward, dragging him from deep within me.
With a small movement of my hips, I take him back inside.
Loving the deep growl, I do it again. And again.
“Stop,” he roars, easily pulling me up to kneel in front of him. Spread wide, he holds my back to his front and enters me over and over again, controlling the pace.
“Don’t make me come yet. I’ve taken you. Now I’m going to enjoy every minute I get to have you.” Splaying a hand over my abdomen he holds me to him. He thrusts into me from behind, fucking me wild and raw.
With each drive forward the hold on my hair grows more intense until I can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure.
He consumes me. Gives and takes. My climax builds.
“Give yourself to me, snow angel. I won’t accept anything less than all of you,” he demands in a rough whisper with… love? Obsession to possess me?
I can’t tell.
My breathing increases and my heart pounds so hard it feels like I might lose control over my body and pass out any second.
The hand over my abdomen moves to my throat.
With control, he wraps each of his fingers tightly against my throat and I lean into the new sensation as the fire in me finally takes over as I climax for him.
He increases his speed and tightens his strong fingers the faster he fucks me.
I give in as my pussy pulsates around his shaft. Instead of slowing and letting me catch my breath he continues to feed me every hard inch of his cock.
“Venom! Harder! I need more. So much more. Please!” I need to feel. Need the pain of loneliness to fade. I want to remember his touch and all the heated pleasure.
His hips move with feverish intensity. My virgin channel swells around him, tender. So damn tender I can feel every single vein and throbbing pulse of his cock and he tunnels deeper and harder.
“You’re a beautiful, snow angel. Like God’s angel brought to me on the frozen flake of winter’s dark kiss. You were made for me,” Venom’s praises me and then gives me what I want. His fingers grow tighter, and he pounds into me. He releases my hair to stroke my clit. “Now give me another one.”
I shake my head. “I can’t!” I beg, barely breathing.
“Let me show you just what you can do for me, my sweet winter angel.”
I wrap my fingers around the hand over my throat and hold on as Venom fucks me raw.
Fires tumbles through me. It swirls, dips, and then soars again.
Venom is right. The need to reach another climax takes over my senses.
It starts in my core and flames outward.
Dizzying waves of heat bombard me and it’s not long before I fall into the rush of welcoming flames.
Untethered pleasure crashes over me and I lean into the eroticism of pain mixing with pleasure.
“You’re a good girl for only me aren’t you, snow angel? You want to give me everything you have, don’t you?”
“Yes, Venom. Yes…” I moan past his possessive hold on my throat. Electricity comes to life in my veins and the sensation of my climax triples.
I tremble in his strong, protective arms from the fear of the new me emerging from what we just shared.
I am not fearless, but tonight something inside me snapped.
I rather hide in a hoodie than tackle the world head on.
But tonight I stepped out of my hiding and took something I should have never chased or wanted.
I took Venom as much as he took me and now I don’t think I can hold onto him.
I rock my hips, desperate to feel everything.
“You’ll make me come,” he rumbles softly. “I don’t want this to end.”
I do it again.
“My sweet Willow.” Another thrust, and he sinks fully inside me. Powerful. Possessive. Claiming. Like he’s obsessed with the feel of my body gripping his.
“Take me. Take me inside that irresistible, perfect body.” Warm ropes of his seed spill inside me and I do not care that we do not have protection of any kind.
Neither of us do, or he wouldn’t be giving himself so freely.
He takes everything, but gives so much in return.
I smile to myself as we collapse forward onto the padded floor. His weight is a delicious feeling of warmth and comfort I never want to give up. I move my hips ever so slightly and feel his release mix with mine. And my blood.
He branded me, but I marked him right back and there are no take backs.
He rolls me to my back and comes over top of me. Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breasts. Little by little he tightens his hold on them until the tips swell and throb beneath his hungry gaze. He takes one nipple between his lips and sucks the hard tip until he has me panting.
“Oh, God! Venom!” I cry into the night.It’s complete torture. Still high from my release, my hypersensitive nerve endings fire off and my core pulsates. His lips clamp over my other nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the throbbing tip.
My fingers dive into his hair, and I hold him to me.
He moves back to the other and repeats the sweet torment.
My hips thrust, seeking his cock and he gives me the hardening length without me needing to voice my desires. I ride him through my third climax. Breathing harshly, I cling to him.
This isn’t simple fucking. This is an obsessive claim that is going both ways. I’m wearing his brand and will feel his punishing hold on my body for hours to come. Days, if I’m lucky. His stills between my thighs in a way that feels possessive, and I love how wanted he makes me feel.
“I can’t believe that happened. I mean…three times?” My voice is soft and dreamy. I curl into him, and he pulls me in closer.
“Just wait.”
He wraps my legs around his waist and fucks me into the pile of blanket so hard I’m screaming through my fourth orgasm as he feeds me another round of his hot seed.
His cock throbs and pulsates with his release and when he falls over me, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me. We lay there panting and breathing in each other's pleasure for long moments.
“I’m going to hold my seed inside you for a minute longer. I want me in there for as long as possible.”
I gasp into his neck and my heart grows with a love I don’t know what to do with. Images of me pregnant with the enemy’s baby makes me smile. And I hold that thought close to my heart like a secret I get to keep close to my heart for a few beats.
He rolls to the side and pulls my body into his, but I have other ideas. Naked and feeling like I’ve taken my life in my hands for once, I rise to my knees and smile down at him spread out on the blankets looking thirsty for more of me.
“I’m going to leave here wearing your scent come morning. When the Vultures catch up with me, they will know I’m marked by a Savage.”
I wish I knew how much loving the wrong man will come to cost me.