Page 46 of Renascence

“Yes. Yes, I like it!”

Slowing his movements, he leans forward, kissing along my spine as he grinds against me, sweat dripping from his skin to mine. The shiver that runs the length of my body makes me tremble beneath him. I match his movements, hips in sync with his. His hold on my hair tightens, pulling my head back so his free hand can wrap around my neck.

“Trust me, Emily.”

“I do.”Like I’d say anything else right now. I’m pretty sure if he asks me to sign over my soul, I’ll ask where the pen is. That’s how good this man is fucking me.

“Good girl,” he growls in my ear.

The two words, the throaty way he said them, turn me into a molten mess. His grip on my neck gets tighter, another of those things that should hurt but doesn’t. He sure knows how to ride the line between pleasure and pain. He squeezes and releases in intervals, never losing the rhythm of our hips. Releasing my neck and hair, he grabs my ass, dragging his fingers up my flesh. Mine curl into the sheets, needing to hang on to something for fear I’ll float away on bliss. Venom’s palms connect with my cheeks simultaneously, his pelvis slamming against me with each thrust.

“Venom!”

He grunts and is gone again, this time turning me over onto my back. My thighs are spread wide to accommodate him as he slides inside me once more. Leaning in, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other breast.

“You fit me perfectly, Emily. Do you feel that?”

I moan at his words, my muscles clenching around him.

“Your pussy was designed for my dick.”

“Oh, God….”

He grasps both breasts, pushing them together.

“Your tits were made for me to suck on.”

I fist my hand in his hair as his mouth showers attention on my nipples.Why does he say these things? Why does he want me as much as he seems to? Why—?

“You’re perfect, Emily.”

Me? Perfect?

He begins to grind against me, circling his hips with every push in. I wrap my legs around his hips, my hand keeping his lips at my breast. Pleasure courses through my body, and not just from his actions. His words touched something deep inside me. Something buried under years of feeling unwanted and unattractive. Something Venom has now set free.

Desire.

“Venom, I’m coming!”

He moves faster, pounding into me as he grips my breasts for traction. My body explodes, shattering into a million pieces, which Venom puts back together when he climaxes, shouting my name. He collapses on top of me, slowly kissing his way up my neck.

“Holy fucking hell, woman. Where did you get this pussy from?”

I giggle, sleep already threatening to pull me under. “I don’t know… God?”

Standing upright, he pulls out of me, sliding four fingers up and down my pussy before slipping two inside me.

“Shit. I’m not a religious man, but you just might make me a believer.”

His fingers leave me, but before he walks away, he lifts me into his arms, laying my head on the pillow. I’m way too hot and sweaty for the blanket so I kick it away, and then I’m out like a light before my next breath.

***

The smell of coffee serves as my wake-up call. Stretching, I reach for my phone and check the time: 10:18 a.m. Damn. I’ve never slept this late before. Then again, Venom has me doing a lot of things I’ve never done.

Dragging my sore ass out of bed, I get my toothbrush and the extra pair of panties I stuck in my bag last night. Yes. Yes, I came prepared this time. After the night I had, I desperately need a shower before I even think of facing Venom. The tub is wet, so I know he’s been up for a while. After a good scrub, washing my hair and brushing my teeth, I feel somewhat ready to face the day. My clothes are nowhere to be found, so I borrow another item of clothing—a T-shirt—before I gingerly head to the kitchen. He’s standing at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. My mouth begins to water, and it’s not because of the pancakes he’s making. No siree. The man has a body built for sin.

“Good morning,” he says without looking my way.