Page 36 of Sweet Venom Of Time (Blade of Shadows #6)

I answered her plea, my hands gliding lower, exploring the curves that had haunted my nights, the softness that drove me to madness.

“Amir…”

My name fell from her lips like a prayer, breathless, yearning, drenched in desire.

It shattered the last remnants of my control.

I growled against her throat, my teeth grazing her delicate skin, nipping, tasting, marking her, claiming her.

Mine.

Only mine.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. Her soft and yielding body molded to mine, igniting a fire that destroyed every rational thought.

I wanted to devour her.

To feel her break beneath my hands, shatter beneath my mouth, to hear her cry my name again and again until there was nothing left but us.

I sank to my knees before her, my hands sliding along the smoothness of her legs, exploring, savoring.

I pressed my lips to the tender skin of her thigh, savoring the way she shivered beneath the heat of my mouth, my voice low, rough with need.

“Sit down, my love. Relax. I want to worship you.”

Her breath caught, her chest rising and falling with ragged anticipation. Slowly, she stepped back, her eyes locked on mine, heat and trust fiery in their depths. With a soft exhale, she lowered herself onto the edge of the bed, her movements graceful—each shift of her body a silent invitation.

Her legs parted slightly, the moonlight catching the sheen on her skin. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as if to anchor herself. She looked utterly undone yet poised—a trembling masterpiece before me, waiting, wanting, ready to be claimed.

And I was going to take my time with every inch of her.

My fingers traced delicate patterns along her skin, teasing, igniting, claiming. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, and a soft sigh escaped her—a sound that nearly drove me to ruin.

Gods.

I was lost, completely addicted to the electric sensation of her touch, the way her fingers explored my shoulders, my chest, her nails grazing my skin, leaving feverish trails in their wake.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—only feel.

My mouth followed the path of my hands, kissing, tasting, and worshiping the body that was driving me to madness.

She was my addiction, my undoing, my everything.

She consumed me—my body thrumming with need, my heart thundering as I waged war between restraint and the overwhelming urge to take her, claim her, make her mine.

Her voice cut through the haze—soft, hesitant, vulnerable.

“Amir… have you ever felt something so overwhelming it consumes every part of you? Like a fire blazing inside, but instead of pain, it’s… something else entirely?”

Her words lingered in the air, fragile yet charged—an invitation, a confession, a plea.

My gaze locked onto hers, my chest tightening at the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes searching. Beautiful. Devastatingly beautiful.

I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers, my voice low, thick with unspoken emotion.

“I have. It’s a feeling so intense it steals your breath,” I murmured, my lips grazing her skin, “Like the world ceases to exist… and all that is left is this—the sensation, the connection.”

Her breath hitched, lashes fluttering as my hand slid up her thigh, my fingers tracing lazy, teasing patterns that made her shiver beneath my touch.

“I’ve never… felt anything like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with longing and fear. “I’ve always wondered if it’s real—or just something people imagine.”

I cupped her face, thumb grazing her cheek, my touch gentle, reverent.

“It’s real, Elizabeth.”

My voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with meaning.

“But it’s not just about the feeling—it’s about trust, about surrender. Losing yourself in a moment… and finding something even more powerful in return.”

Her eyes met mine, wide and vulnerable; her soul laid bare.

“How do you let go like that?” she asked, her voice barely a breath. “How do you give yourself over to something so completely?”

My fingers lingered at her jaw, tilting her face to mine, eyes locked.

“You let go,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, “when you feel safe—when you know the person holding you will catch you, no matter how far you fall.”

Her breath shuddered, and I felt it—the way her body softened, yielding to me, surrendering completely. Trust wrapped around us like a silken thread, unbreakable.

Her lips met mine, soft and warm, igniting the fire between us again—but I didn’t hold back this time.

I kissed her deeply, hungrily, claiming her mouth, tasting her breath, drinking in the moans she gave me.

My hands roamed, exploring every inch of her skin, while my mouth worshipped her with the kind of reverence reserved for gods.

My body pressed into hers, hard and needing, our rhythm syncing, instinctual and ancient—older than time, older than reason.

She was everything.

And tonight, I would show her exactly what that meant.

Her scent overwhelmed me—sweet, intoxicating—a drug I craved with every breath. I lowered myself between her legs, my hands spreading her thighs wide, and hovered there, letting my breath ghost over her slick heat. She gasped, her hips lifting in a silent plea.

I answered.

My tongue flicked out, teasing her folds before sliding over her clit, tasting her, devouring her. Her moan was raw, desperate, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer, deeper.

She arched beneath me, writhing, her thighs trembling as I worked her clit in slow, torturous circles—alternating between soft licks and firm pressure.

Her body responded like dry tinder to flame, hips grinding against my mouth, her slick heat coating my tongue as I feasted on her, insistent, hungry, lost in her.

My cock throbbed painfully hard, still trapped in my breeches. Every gasp, every helpless cry she made sent a jolt straight through me, igniting something wild and uncontrollable in my blood.

Her legs locked around my head, pulling me tighter, her moans rising—breathless, wanton, raw. I slid a finger inside her slow and teasing, savoring the way her tight, wet walls clenched around me, her body jerking in response.

She was unraveling.

Her skin aflame under my hands, her taste slick and sweet on my tongue, her body trembling on the edge of oblivion.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t let her breathe.

I devoured her until she shattered—legs quaking, cries spilling from her lips like a prayer, like a surrender. And then, I licked her through it—slow, deep, consuming—tasting every pulse of her release, feeling every tremor of her thighs as she fell apart in my arms.

She was undone.

Writhing. Wrecked. Mine.

Her body trembled beneath me, breath ragged, chest rising and falling as she lay utterly spent—flushed, sweat-slick, her thighs still quivering from the force of her release. I rose slowly, savoring the sight of her—disheveled, glowing, ruined most exquisitely.

I licked my lips, tasting her still on my tongue, her sweetness lingering—addictive, intoxicating, a flavor I never wanted to forget.

Her eyes locked onto mine—dark with lust, wide, dazed, lips parted as she reached for me, fingers trembling, desperate.

She tugged at my breeches, frantic with need, her touch igniting me like kindling to flame.

I groaned, barely holding on, and tore the fabric away, freeing my cock—hard, throbbing, the head slick, aching for her.

She gasped, her breath catching, eyes fixated on me, and then her hand wrapped around my length—slow at first, then faster, her grip confident, claiming, owning me. I hissed, hips jerking into her touch, every nerve alight, my control shattered by her hand alone.

And then—her voice.

Soft. Trembling. Honest.

“Amir…” she whispered, eyes vulnerable, and fierce. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

My breath caught, her words slicing through me—raw, sacred, a gift I hadn’t expected.

But she didn’t stop—her touch, her voice.

“I want to feel everything. I want all of it—all of you.” Her voice grew bolder, trembling with need. “Don’t restrain yourself. Don’t hold back. I desire you, Amir. Take me. Completely.”

My mind snapped. My body flamed.

I seized her mouth, crashing into her with a kiss that devoured, no longer soft, no longer patient—it was feral, carnal. Our tongues tangled, breaths stolen, lips bruised as I drank her in, consuming every moan that trembled from her throat.

My hands moved over her body, possessive, worshipful, sliding over sweat-slick skin to cup her breasts—full, flushed, heavy with arousal. I groaned against her lips, rolling her nipples between my fingers, feeling her arch, offering herself to me.

I broke the kiss only to trail my mouth down her throat, biting, sucking, marking her—mine, only mine—her gasps like music, her fingers fisting in my hair, urging me lower.

I slid down, lips finding her breast, wrapping around her nipple, sucking her into the heat of my mouth.

I groaned as her body bowed beneath me, her moan desperate, her back arching, offering me everything.

I worshipped her with my mouth, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, my hand kneading the other breast, fingers pinching, teasing until she writhed beneath me.

I was going to take her apart again.

And this time—I wouldn’t stop until I had every part of her.

She cried out, her back arching, pressing herself against my mouth, offering everything I craved.

My tongue flicked over her nipple, slow and sinful, circling her peak before I sucked hard, drawing a ragged, breathless moan from her throat.

Her legs writhed beneath me, thighs parting wider, body pleading without words, begging for more.

I shifted to her other breast, biting lightly, then soothing the sting with slow strokes of my tongue. Her nipple pebbled beneath my mouth, her body trembling as I worshipped her—thorough, persistent, tender. Every inch of her was alive beneath my hands, my lips, mine to savor.