Page 43 of Renascence

“Is that so?” I move closer to her, her words giving me an idea. Her breathing picks up, lids lowering, tongue sliding over her bottom lip.

“Yes.” The word is nothing but a breathy whisper.

“I need you to make that list for me.”

“Huh?” Her eyes meet mine, a secret thrill lurking behind the confusion.

“Make me a list, darlin’. I want you to write down everything you’ve ever wanted to do, or wanted done to you sexually, and we’ll work on that list one item at a time.”

“Are you serious?”

“Emily.” I slide my palm to the back of her neck, pulling her face close to mine. “I’m going to make all your fantasies come true.”

CHAPTER 8

***Emily***

Ho-ly shit.

This just keeps getting better. Or does it? I mean, I barely know him. How am I supposed to share my most intimate fantasies with him?

Because if anyone can make each one a reality, it’s him.

“All—” I clear my throat to get rid of the squeak. “All of them?”

“Every single one, darlin’.”

My gaze drops to his lips and I lick mine. I’ve been thinking about them all day, about how they felt on my skin last night, what they’ll do to me tonight. What hepromisedto do. My mind’s been going crazy with all the possibilities. Now that I’m one step closer to being free of James, a major weight has been lifted from my shoulders. And it’s all because of him. Venom. I can’t believe I’ve been depriving myself of him all this time.

“Want to start tonight?” he asks.

“Well, after what happenedlastnight, we can definitely cross one thing off the list.”

“Trust me, Emily, I can do much better than last night.”

My gulp is audible as he leans in. He doesn’t waste time, diving into a hard and demanding kiss. His mustache and beard drag against my skin, the soft hairs caressing in a blissful motion. Arms around my waist, he pulls me to him, making me straddle his lap. I return his kiss, palms to his cheeks, hips grinding on his growing erection. A groan sounds from deep in his throat, fingertips digging into my skin. Our tongues meet, sliding against each other in a wild and erotic dance. It reminds me what his tongue is capable of, and I moan at the thought of experiencing it again.

He powers to his feet, lips not leaving mine as he carries me to his bedroom. When my back hits the mattress, I slide my arms around his shoulders, palms pressing down to keep him close. God, he smells incredible. Like sex. Good sex… no,greatsex. The kind I’ve never had before and for damn sure will have tonight. Venom is fully erect now, his hardness rubbing against my pulsating pussy.

Clothes. They need to go.

I tug at his shirt, and he finally breaks our kiss so I can remove it. When I reach for his jeans, he stops me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

“You first, Emily.”

My boots and socks are first to go. Next is my top, tossed somewhere in the corner. He gently trails his fingers down my neck, between my breasts, and down my stomach before yanking at the waistband of my jeans to undo the button. I gasp as it’s dragged over my thighs and down my legs before being thrown in the corner opposite my shirt. Left in my bra and panties, I stare up at him, chest heaving.

“Stay there.”

He leaves me lying diagonally on the bed, hands still above my head. The longer he’s gone, the more aroused I become. All I can think about is what’s going to happen when he returns. Jesus. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man inside me.

I press my thighs together at the memory of Venom’s dick.

I may not be able to walk tomorrow.

He returns with the box from Sweet Treats, removing a cannolo and placing the rest on the nightstand.

“Open up, Emily.”