Page 94 of Lovely Venom

I roll my hips against him, and he takes control. Dragging his cock through my arousal, he thrusts into me with a growl.

I trail my fingers down his back, gripping the muscular globes of his ass as he fucks me into the bed.

The shock of sensation overwhelms me as he drives deeper and harder, straining every muscle in his body. He lays claim to me like I’m the only one who can satisfy this hunger, and all that exists is this moment.

I bury my face against his throat, something heavy pressing between my ribs as I breathe him in.

There’s an awareness just beyond my thoughts, but it drifts away as I satiate a craving of my own.

Grazing his skin with my lips, I bite and suck my way down to the hollow between his neck and shoulder. It gets me high on the taste of him and sends a surge of heat through his body as his tension climbs.

He thrusts into me until he reaches the point of pure agony, releasing a guttural sound when he withdraws at the last second. Fisting his wet cock, his abs contract and his head tips back as hot cum spurts across my belly.

I watch, enrapt, as he continues to stroke himself, drawing out his pleasure. His throat works and his heart pounds as aftershocks ravage his body, a current still coursing through him.

I thought I’d had sex before, but I was wrong. Whatever that was, it can’t compare to this.

When his drunken gaze falls over me, I know he feels it too.

Threading his fingers through my hair, his body presses against mine.

“Three years of sobriety, and you still fucking ruin me.”

That roughly spoken confession settles beneath my skin, pulsing through my blood.

“You can’t say things like that to me,” I whisper.

“Why?” His thumb drifts over my cheek as he appraises me.

I can’t bring myself to admit that I like it too much, so I rake my gaze down the length of his body.

“Can we get back to the sex part?”

I’m worried he’s going to make me talk about my feelings because he can be very persuasive when he wants to be. But instead, he offers me a choice.

“Which version of me do you want?”

A thrill of anticipation shoots through me when I realize what he’s asking.

Do I prefer the gentleman…or the dominant?

Right now, I want nothing more than to see his darkness unleashed.

“The gentleman can take the rest of the night off,” I say softly.

He leans back, gaze sliding over me as he pushes his fingers through the cum he marked me with. When he brings them to my mouth, my lips part, and his restraint gives way to something more primitive.

He sinks his fingers inside, and I suck, long past the point of them being clean. There’s something so filthy about it, and I’ve thought about this version of Bran for so long, I don’t want to stop.

He pulls his wet fingers from my mouth and drags his thumb across my lower lip. “You want more, gattina?”

I nod, desire thrumming through my veins as I think about watching him come again.

“What will you do for it?”

He pets my face, and I close my eyes, soaking up his affection.

“If you call me your good girl—anything.”