Page 108 of Lovely Venom

Mariella mutters something indistinguishable and leaves.

Thank God, because what Cristian’s doing to me with his mouth is making it hard to concentrate.

My head tips back, and I close my eyes as he edges me toward release. Even though I was just with him this morning, there’s so much pent-up tension between us it doesn’t take me long.

I come hard, tremors coursing through my body and wringing me out completely.

I’m boneless and strung out when Cristian works his way back up, pausing to torture my nipples until I’m aching for him all over again.

I whimper his name, and a deep sound of approval reverberates through him.

When he settles his weight between my thighs and we make eye contact, I feel far too vulnerable. But my usual self-preservation seems to have abandoned me.

“Still think you don’t like me?”

The warmth of his words touches my lips, reminding me what they felt like against mine.

In answer, I reach down between us and stroke his erection through his pants.

“Do you want to get fucked, gattina?”

“Yes please,” I rasp.

“Such a good girl begging for my cock.” He tugs down his briefs and strips off his pants.

I let out a shaky breath as the familiar cadence of Bran’s voice and the memories of him consume me.

Every orgasm, every soft touch, every roughly spoken command. It was all Cristian.

The reality of that hits me all over again, bleeding fire through my veins as I meet his gaze.

We stay like that as he shifts his weight and drags his cock through my arousal, slowly sinking inside me.

There’s an intimacy about this moment that destabilizes me. I’ve never had another man fuck me bare, and I’ve definitely never looked them in the eyes while they do it. It’s hypnotic watching him shudder as he settles inside me, as if this is exactly where he belongs.

He stares at me with a heavy-lidded gaze as he rocks into me, a current of electricity stretching between us. It’s insanely hot seeing Cristian unleash his restraint. But it’s also terrifying because I’ve never been able to let go like this with anyone else.

The sudden urge to shield myself wells up inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he fucks his possession into me. I just want to chase the high, but I should know better by now. The moment I start to distance myself, Cristian stops moving.

“Eyes on me, dea,” he commands.

I force my eyes back open, and when I meet his, it unravels all my defenses.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think you want me to fuck you,” he murmurs.

A faint smile teases my lips as I shake my head, secretly enjoying this side of him.

“I do want you to fuck me,” I tell him. “Was that unclear?”

He clamps a hand around my thigh and hooks it around his back, giving him more space to slide even deeper.

The pressure and intensity of feeling so full is already ramping up the tension inside me, but when he picks up the pace, it hurls me straight toward a cliff.

Gripping my hip, his fingers bite into my tender flesh, and he fucks me into the bed until he wrenches another orgasm from me. It sends me reeling, and I ride that wave all the way through the last aftershock.

Cristian’s muscles draw tighter with every thrust, and I know he’s close, but he’s holding back. When his lips brush my ear, I understand why.

“Tell me to come inside you,” he rasps.