Page 55 of Renascence

“What is it, darlin’?”

“You. I want… I want to taste you.”

Grabbing my ass, he swings his feet over the side of the bed and stands, taking me with him. He sets me down, immediately losing his hoodie and the shirt beneath it. My heart hammers against my rib cage when he reaches for his belt and jeans. I want to do something, anything, but I’m stuck to the spot, watching flawlessness being slowly revealed. I have no idea why he wants me, someone on the opposite end of the perfection spectrum, but he does. And I intend to take full advantage.

I lay my palms on his pecs, lightly trailing them down. Getting the chance to finally be up close and personal, I take in his tattoos. The logo from the back of his cut is in the middle of his chest, the words “Army Strong” printed over his heart in the famous font. Across his stomach are more words: “It is more fun to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven.” My fingertips brush his nipples, making his head fall back with a groan. I capitalize on that, stepping forward to use my tongue instead. I lick at both nipples, gently pulling on the rings with my teeth.

“Emily….”

He tugs on my hair tie, releasing my hair from its confines so it tumbles down my back. I don’t stop, moving down and sliding my tongue up his abs. Before I get to my knees, he grabs my wrist and pulls me up.

“We do this my way, Emily.”

He kneels before me instead, relieving me of my leggings. When he finds I’m not wearing panties, he grunts his approval. On his way back up, his fingers glide over my skin—my calves, the backs of my knees, my inner thighs—before ghosting over my mound. My entire body shivers, eyes close, a moan coming from somewhere deep inside me. He continues up my sides, then to my breasts, pinching both nipples. My eyes snap open, meeting his.

“Your body is a playground, Emily. Time to have some fun.”

He leaves me and I instinctively turn to watch him. A black metal box is retrieved from his closet and placed at the foot of the bed. The TV is switched off.

“I made a stop on my way back from Atlanta yesterday,” he states, unlocking the box and flipping the lid open. “Got us a few toys.”

I take a peek, noting how everything is neatly compartmentalized. I’ve used toys before, but I’m certain those experiences will pale in comparison to this one. Venom removes three items, freeing them of their wrapping. I squirm, my body unable to contain the sensations running through it as he moves toward me.

“Don’t worry. They’re all new and I already cleaned them.” I nod, my voice missing in action. “Are you wet, Emily?” Another nod. I’vebeenwet. “Check for me. I want to see.”

I slide my fingers between my lips, swallowing hard as I nod again to confirm I am. He takes my hand, inspecting my fingers before placing them at my lips. Without prompting, I take my wet digits into my mouth, sucking my juices from them. He removes them, stare hungry as he focuses on my lips. That’s when I realize he hasn’t kissed me yet. Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, tongue sliding between them.

“Mmm,” he moans. “My two favorite flavors.”

My knees wobble.

Kneeling before me once more, he helps me with the first toy—a purple butterfly stimulator. I step into the straps, impatiently waiting for him to fit it in place.

“How did you know purple is my favorite color?”

“I didn’t.” He grins up at me. “But thanks for the info.”

He rises and I notice a shift in his demeanor. He seems taller, more… compelling. Dominant. Hotter. The next toy appears, quickly and efficiently affixed to my nipples.

“How do they feel?” he asks, pulling gently on the chain connecting them.

“Okay.”

He tightens them.

I whimper as a bolt of sensation races down my stomach, zapping my clit.Holyfuck! While I fight to contain the feelings flowing through me, he moves around me, fingers gliding on my stomach, to my side, and finally down my spine. Tremors rock my body.

“Hair.” Gathering my hair in a fist, I lift it out of his way so he can clasp a collar around my neck. The jangle of a chain sounds before he says, “Hands.”

I drop them to my sides, my thoughts racing when he cuffs one, then the other behind my back. A slight tug reveals that the cuffs are attached to each other, the chain linking them to the collar.Ooh, lawd. What have I gotten myself into?I have no idea but I’m itching to find out.

Venom stands before me once more, meeting my eyes. The sun itself couldn’t produce the heat in his gaze. Fascinated, I stare into the flames, knowing they will consume me but not caring. I savor them as they lick at my body, trying to inch closer. The man is a raging wildfire I’d gladly dive head-first into.

“On your knees, Emily.”

CHAPTER 10

***Emily***