Page 97 of Lovely Venom

Raina

Connor lifts me off the chair, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Make all the voices in my head go away,” I whisper against his mouth.

The loudest voice is Valdrin. Killing one of his men myself and then staying with Connor just made the Albanian Brotherhood my enemy.

My heart pinches betraying Valdrin, but if Connor is telling the truth, then Valdrin lied to me. He saw an opportunity to use a down-and-out agent and pounced with an elaborate lie to kill his enemy.

As a DEA agent, I’ve met a lot of liars. Something about Valdrin’s motives is not adding up.

“The only voice I want to hear is yours, screaming my name.” Connor carries me into the bedroom.

We strip until we’re both naked, and I expect him to shove me down and just fuck me. Instead, he spreads my legs and buries his face in my core.

“God, yes,” I moan and lift my hips to meet his mouth.

His warm breath fans over my center. All I can do is hiss a lusty moan as the sinful pleasure crashes over me like a wave.

His tongue licks my clit, wet and heavy. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans into my center.

“Don’t stop.” Tremors ripple up and down my spine, and adrenaline floods my veins.

Hands gripping my thighs, he keeps up a relentless rhythm with his mouth. He licks me deep and fast as one, then two, then three fingers enter me at the same pace.

I pant, whimpering shameful mewls of pleasure.Connor is a certified sex god who has set my world on fire and my soul into the deepest pit of hell.

Where he lives in the off-season, no doubt.

His powerful tongue drives me crazy as coils of hot tension anchor deep in my core. My clit tightens to the point of pain.

“Oh God,” I moan, electricity shooting up my spine when his lips close around the sensitive nub.

“I am your god, Venom. Next, you’ll be on your knees praying for me to fuck you harder.”

Connor brings me to the edge of a climax so powerful it frightens me to release it. A beast inside me claws to come out. A monster who can only function with sex.

Connor is the real monster. And it feels like he wants to mold me into the perfect partner for him. But I’m already there. I can’t stay away from him, and when I’m with him, the voices of doubt in my head stop. All I hear is his voice telling me I’m perfect.

Pushing everything out of my mind and soaking in this euphoria, I grip his silky hair, the color of a summer sunset. I’m his. Like he said. There’s no point fighting it.

Fighting this.

Every inch of Connor radiates power. He comes with a body made for sin that delivers satisfaction on steroids.

“God, yes. Right there.” My toes curl as a soul-defining climax wraps around my spine.

“Come for me, baby. I want you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you hard and deep. Give you everything I got between my legs.”

With three fingers fucking me, he uses his other hand to rub my clit. Fuck, I’m a damn goner. Heat explodes in my veins, and my core quivers as pleasure tears through me like a raging inferno.

A mother of an orgasm hits me with such force that I lurch off the bed uncontrollably. My sex throbs, juicesembarrassingly gushing onto his tongue.

“Christ, yeah. Come in my mouth, Venom. Poison me.”

How can this man make me feel so good?

It’s shameful.