Page 37 of Sweet Venom Of Time (Blade of Shadows #6)
“You’re mine,” I growled against her skin, my voice rough and thick with hunger. “Every inch of you… belongs to me.”
She moaned, her hands in my hair, guiding me, holding me to her chest as though separation would tear her apart. Her breath came in hot, broken pants, hips grinding against me, slick with need, soaked with want.
I trailed kisses down her body, slow, torturous, savoring every tremble, every hitch of breath as she writhed beneath my touch. Her skin seared under my lips. Her scent, taste, and surrender were all I could breathe. All I wanted.
She’d asked for everything. And I was going to give her more than she ever imagined.
Her body quivered, slick with sweat, skin flushed, breasts rising and falling from the worship I’d lavished upon her. Her nipples—swollen and sensitive—peaked from my attention, her thighs parted in open invitation, her core glistening, dripping with desire.
I hovered above her, breath ragged, my cock hard and pulsing, veins tight with need, aching to be inside her for the first time—no restraint, no gentleness… just the raw, unrelenting need to claim her completely.
She looked up at me, dazed, undone, lips parted. “Amir… please…” Her voice trembled, soaked in desperation and heat, her eyes wide with trust, with need.
I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, drinking in the sight of her—wet, trembling, perfect. I dragged the head of my cock along her slick folds, teasing, circling, letting her feel every inch she was about to take. She squirmed, hips rising, trying to pull me in.
I leaned down, crushing my mouth to hers, devouring her moans as my cock poised at her entrance.
“You want everything?” I growled into her lips. “Then feel everything.”
I thrust into her—slow, devastating—my cock stretching her tight, velvety heat, inch by inch, her slickness welcoming me, coating me, pulling me deeper.
Her head fell back, lips parting on a shattered moan, her back arching as I sank in, her body trembling, clenching, gripping me like she’d never let me go.
“Gods… Amir,” she gasped, nails dragging down my back, leaving hot, stinging trails. “You’re so deep… I can feel you everywhere.”
I buried myself to the hilt, fully inside her, our bodies fused, breaths tangled, hearts pounding like war drums. Her walls pulsed around me, slick and hot, every muscle quivering, begging for more.
I held her, buried deep, savoring the way she wrapped around me like silk and flame—so tight, so perfect, her body clutching me as if she’d been made for this moment, made for me.
I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her slow and deep, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, stealing every moan from her lips as I began to move.
Long, punishing strokes—slow at first, dragging almost out, the head of my cock just barely teasing her entrance before I drove back in with a groan that tore from my throat.
Her body responded like a flame to oxygen—hips rising to meet me, thighs tightening around my waist, skin slick with sweat.
Her core fluttered around me, squeezing, pulsing, coaxing me deeper with every thrust.
I watched her unravel beneath me—face flushed, lips kiss-swollen, her eyes fluttering shut with every slow, deep stroke. She gasped my name, voice cracking, desperate, pleading, her hands clawing at my back as if her sanity depended on holding onto me.
I picked up the pace, hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm, the sound of our bodies colliding filthy and perfect, echoing through the room like a song of sin.
I gripped her ass, lifting her hips off the bed, slamming deeper, harder—finding that spot that made her scream, her cries raw, unrestrained, intoxicating.
“You’re mine,” I snarled against her ear, voice rough, undeniable as I thrust deep. “Say it. Tell me.”
Her voice shattered, high and breathless. “Yours!” she cried, her body shaking violently. “I’m yours, Amir—only yours!”
Her words lit me on fire, burning through the last thread of my control. I drove into her mercilessly now, our rhythm wild and desperate, my cock pistoning into her soaked heat, her moans turning to helpless screams, her nails digging into my shoulders, claiming me right back.
I reached between us, fingers finding her clit, circling fast, knowing. She fell apart beneath me—coming hard, her body convulsing, muscles clamping down, her core milking me, slick and tight, soaking me as her cries shattered the silence, pure ecstasy in every sound.
I roared her name, hips jerking, spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse, my release ripping through me like fire, like salvation. I collapsed over her, our bodies slick, trembling, ruined most perfectly, hearts hammering together, breath tangled, souls utterly consumed.
Lying entwined in the hazy afterglow, I cradled Elizabeth against my chest, her soft and warm body fitting perfectly against mine.
A heavy silence draped over us, broken only by our synchronized breaths and the faint hiss of dying candles.
Shadows clung to the room like secrets but no longer felt menacing—not with her in my arms. The amber glow flickered across our skin, stubbornly defying the dark.
I brushed a damp lock of hair from her face, marveling at how the moonlight kissed her skin, turning her into something ethereal, almost unreal.
My heart thudded beneath her fingers, beating with a strange mix of triumph and vulnerability.
She had undone me quietly, completely. Something ancient inside me—hardened, hidden—had cracked open under her touch.
As if she sensed the storm of thought within me, Elizabeth shifted closer, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns across my chest, leaving trails of heat in their wake. Her voice, when it came, was soft but certain.
“I want to know everything about you, Amir. Who are you?”
Her words settled between us, heavy and intimate. It wasn’t just curiosity—it was an invitation into the sanctum of my soul. To answer would be to strip away the centuries of armor I had built, to expose the wounds, the battles, and the bloodstained purpose that defined me.
“Everything is… vast,” I said quietly, my voice hoarse, laced with a rare hesitance. “But I’ll give you pieces of me—as long as you give me your truth, too.”
She looked up at me, her eyes shining in the low light, filled with wonder—and something deeper. A challenge. A promise.
“Everything,” she whispered, her smile soft, vulnerable, and bold all at once. “I’ll tell you everything.”
She curled tighter against me, drawing the covers around us to seal us in that moment. I felt it—the shift—the pull of something far greater than lust or desire.
I was unraveling.
And as the memories surged—painful, beautiful, unstoppable—I knew I had to start. Somewhere. Anywhere. Before I drowned in everything, I had never told a soul.