Page 90 of Lovely Venom

“Then you’ll need to open wider, baby.”

His order is a match strike in the dark, and it burns me to ash.

Anticipation thrums beneath my skin as his attention drifts to the bracelets on my arm, and I know he’s about to make good use of them.

I wait patiently as he traces a path down to my wrist, methodically unbuckling one of the bands. Leaning over me, he links both wrists behind my back, giving the chain a slight tug to test them out.

Once he’s satisfied that I’m secure, he removes something else from his pocket. My eyes drift over the silver necklace that, at first glance, looks like everyday jewelry. But as he unlocks the padlock pendant with a small set of keys and drapes it around my neck, it feels more like a collar.

That thought catches fire as the lock clicks into place, and he attaches it to a stainless steel chain. Winding the chain around his fist, he rises to his feet and uses it to drag me closer.

The links bite into the tender flesh of my throat, angling my head back as he leans down to meet me. Our mouths are a breath apart when he drags his thumb across my lips, softly plying them open.

“Mea sola,” he murmurs.

I don’t recognize the Latin. I just know the reverence with which he says it lights up every nerve in my body.

For a heartbeat, I find myself wishing he would possess my mouth the way I know he wants to. But he won’t, because I took it off the table.

“Bran.” His name spills out on a whisper.

“Yes?”

The proximity of his voice sends a shiver through me, and before I even realize I’m closing the distance, my lips brush against his.

He stills, and I plead for what will surely be my own demise.

“Kiss me.”

His answering growl rumbles through me as he buries his fingers in my hair and captures my mouth with his.

It’s a slow, drugging kiss that seeps into the marrow of my bones, imprinting his claim into the very fabric of me.

That flood of heat soon ignites us both.

His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, and the kiss grows rougher. Teeth scraping. Breaths colliding. Fingers branding.

He takes, and I give him everything.

When he finally lets me come up for air, my lips are swollen, and I’m floating in a haze.

He just wrecked me with a kiss.

My very first.

Softening my jaw, I gaze up at him, and he pets my face with so much tenderness, it draws a shudder from me. That silent acknowledgment means more than words ever could. He knows what I just gave him.

He knows I’ve never given it to anyone else.

It needs its own moment to breathe.

His thumb traces my bottom lip, then dips inside my mouth, and I close my eyes and pull him deeper.

If ever there was a sign that I’m ready for him to lay claim to me, this is it.

He releases a measured breath, thumb scraping over the pad of my tongue before he withdraws it. Then he palms the back of my head and feeds his cock into my mouth.

I relax around him as he pushes into my throat, stretching my jaw to the limit. The masculine sound he makes rolls down my spine and bathes me in pleasure.