Page 93 of Lovely Venom

Pleasure melts through me when he soothes the sting with his tongue, only to do it all over again.

It sends a secret thrill through me knowing he’s leaving his mark. Tomorrow, when I have to walk away, I’ll have something to take with me. Something to remind me that this was real.

Sensing the shift in me, Bran pushes himself up and settles his body over mine, bracing his weight on his forearms.

A nervous flutter springs up inside me when I feel the full weight of his cock pressed against me.

Our gazes lock, and he brushes his lips against mine, breathing the words into a soft kiss.

“Ready for me, dea?”

It’s a loaded question, but I nod against him with a certainty that doesn’t waver. I want this with every fiber of my being.

He palms my face, giving me a long, slow kiss before he reaches between us and presses the head of his cock to my entrance.

As he starts to push inside, I’m grateful for all the work he did to prepare me. Because even soaking wet, there’s no question I’ll need to adjust to the enormity of his size.

He’s stretching me apart, and the intensity of so much pressure and fullness is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Behind the mask, his eyes shutter closed, and a tremor runs through him as he sinks deeper. He’s barely even inside me, and he’s drowning in the feeling of it.

I can’t stop staring at him, and I don’t want to acknowledge this feeling, whatever it is. But it’s impossible to ignore what’s right in front of me. He’s always been so controlled, I was certain that nothing could ever destabilize him. Right now—he looks completely wrecked.

It’s hard to focus on anything else. I don’t even want to blink. But as he pushes deeper, my body clenches around him, and I suck in a sharp breath.

It feels like he’s splitting me in half, and my nerves are getting the best of me.

“Bran.” It’s the only thing I can manage to say, but it’s all I need.

He opens his eyes and settles his gaze on my face, the warmth of his assurance dissolving some of my panic.

“You’re doing so good for me, dea. Just breathe.”

I nod, and he untethers one of my bracelets so I can move my arms freely. My hands glide up over the muscular build of his shoulders, fingers pressing into him. He angles my head back and kisses a path along my jaw before he takes my mouth again.

As he deepens the kiss, my body relaxes, and he fills me completely.

Shifting his weight, he rolls his hips as he pauses to check in with me. I breathe my assurance, accepting him as he starts to move.

He slowly withdraws and thrusts back into me, letting out a groan as I scrape my nails down his back.

“Look how well you take it.” He pulls back to watch himself fuck me. “Non sai quello che mi fai.”

Those words drift through the haze of pleasure, disorienting me as I try to make sense of it.

“I don’t know Latin.” I exhale on a ragged breath.

A hint of dark amusement teases his lips as he strokes my clit, distracting me from the thought entirely.

The obscenely wet sound of him fucking me while he increases the friction of his fingers tips me over the edge embarrassingly fast.

The orgasm explodes through me in rolling waves, stealing my senses and leaving me weightless beneath him.

It feels like it goes on forever, and when I finally manage to open my eyes, Bran is staring down at me like he’s in agony. It’s only then I realize how hard I was clenching around him.

My gaze drifts downward, lust sparking in my veins as I drink in the sight of his massive cock lodged inside me. There’s something so feral about it. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever been with, and it feels like I’m being fucked by a warlord returning from conquest.

Seeing him on the edge of oblivion has me desperate to push him over.