Page 32 of Renascence

“This is really good,” I tell him.

“Thanks. I’ll make you more tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” My eyes snap to his.

“I told you last night was yours, babe. Tonight? All mine.”

This muscle clenching is going to become a normal occurrence if I keep spending time with this man. The way he’s looking at me alone is threatening to make me come. Shit. I swallow hard.

“What… What are you going to do?”

One corner of his lips curls up. “Everything.”

My heart skips a beat. I turn back to my pancakes, wondering what “everything” entails. Before I know it, my plate is empty. I finish my orange juice, then watch as he clears the table.

“Thanks, Venom. I haven’t had anyone but my mom cook for me since I left my parents’ house. I forgot how much I like it.”

He does that grumbling thing again, and I can’t make out what he’s saying. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me to my feet and into his arms. My breathing picks up, rivaled only by my rapid heartbeat. His fingers slide to the back of my neck, holding me in place as his lips descend to mine.

“What did he do to you?” he whispers, but I think it’s more for him than me.

What did he do? He broke me. The worst part is, I let him do it.

Venom’s lips crash into mine, relegating James to a distant memory. One hand lifts my dress for the other to disappear beneath it. When his fingers find my bare pussy, he moans.

“Fuck me. You’re going to drive me crazy, Emily.”

He lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all, rushing us back to the bedroom. My dress ends up on the floor once more, Venom kneeling over my naked body. I fight the urge to hide, not because I don’t want to, but because I want him to keep looking at me the way he is right now, like he can’t believe I’m real.

“Touch your pussy. Show me how you make yourself come.”

He wants me to do what?

I watch in awe as he pushes his boxers down to release his dick. He wraps a fist around the hardened length, stroking it while staring down at me. Fascination overtakes me, not just at the size of him but that he’s jerking off. To a vision ofme. Our eyes meet, his gray irises smoldering with heat.

“Now, Emily.”

Tentatively, I reach down between my legs. I keep my eyes on his, because seeing how much he wants me is the only thing stopping me from shutting down and running away. When I spread my thighs, he moves closer, kneeling between them. I swipe a finger across my clit, gasping at the sensation.

“Play with your nipples.”

My free hand palms a breast, and then I pinch the nipple between my thumb and the side of my index finger. Venom groans his appreciation. Feeling bolder, I work my clit with two fingers, sliding them inside me when his hand moves faster. I can tell how hard he’s clenching his dick, stroking from root to tip. I imagine it’s him inside me as I grind on my fingers while still kneading my breast. In and out, my fingers move, the evidence of my arousal dripping down my knuckles. As good as it feels, I think my visual stimuli are more pleasurable than anything I could do to myself. Venom’s actions, his grunts, groans, and moans, the way he bites into his bottom lip as he watches me fuck myself—they’re enough to send me speeding toward my orgasm.

Withdrawing my fingers from my soaked pussy, I circle my clit.

“Venom,” I moan, feeling that sensation quickly approaching.

“Fuck, Emily. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”

He moves faster, his hand stroking at a dizzying speed. I can’t hold on any longer. My muscles clench tightly, announcing the point of no return. As my body convulses, I cry out, eyes snapping shut at the force of my orgasm. Warm liquid bounces off my fingers, and I open my eyes to see Venom shooting cum toward my pussy.

“Fuck!” he growls, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

His hand slows down, his gaze returning to where he shot his load. I have no idea what ghost is possessing me right now, but I stroke myself, spreading his cum over my lips. He groans, eyes not leaving my fingers as I bring them up to my mouth, sucking our liquids from them. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m glad I did. The look on his face is reward enough.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. I’ve been called cute, pretty, and various other things, but never hot. I don’t know why, but coming from him, Iwantto believe it.