Page 56 of Sweet Venom

Animalistic need.

The dark, wild type that I only read about in novels.

And it’s…because of Jude?

No, that can’t be right.

“Mmm. I still can’t form an opinion.” He grunts, his lips so close to my wet nipples, I shiver at the feel of his breath, but he doesn’t touch me.

And I refuse to thrust myself in his direction.

A dark gleam flashes in his eyes. “About the drink, I mean.”

“You’re messing with me,” I say in a voice so hoarse, I barely recognize it.

“Am I?” His teeth sink into my nipple, and he tugs on the tip until I’m whimpering. As if that isn’t enough, he twists my other nipple with his gloved fingers.

I cry out. Because it hurts.

But it’s also so…strangely titillating.

My thighs clench around his, chasing something I can’t quite reach. But since my legs are spread so wide, I can’t get any friction.

Jude bites, twists, and pinches my nipple, and my thighs throb with every touch, my core tightening with something primal and ancient.

“You’re shaking.” He speaks against my nipple, his eyes meeting mine. “Sex with me isn’t so disappointing after all.”

He slides his tongue down, both hands pulling at my nipples, sending jolts of wild need through me with every twist.

But I can’t stop looking at him.

At the confident and easy edge he touches me with as his tongue swipes over my belly and to my now-soaked panties.

He pulls at the hem with his teeth, sliding the fabric against my throbbing clit.

The moan that rips out of me is shaky and hoarse, as if I’ve never moaned before.

Because I haven’t, not even for show.

If the men from my past weren’t pleasing me, they knew it. Despite my people-pleasing habits, I’ll never feign an orgasm for a man. I also rarely gave head. They could fuck me, but I wouldn’t put in the effort if they weren’t going to reciprocate.

I’m not my mama in that regard.

And they hated that about me, and because of their fragile egos, they made it known that I was the bad person in all of this.

There was a running joke that I was like Sleeping Beauty, because I was like a lifeless doll in bed. I made no sound or expression.

They must’ve seen it as weird, but for me, I was just questioning my life choices, really.

However, right now, I can’t help the noises that fill the kitchen. Even when I sink my teeth into my lower lip.

Even when I try to not be affected.

Jude lowers himself and slides my panties to the side.

“There’s still some ginger ale here.” He glides his hot, wet tongue over my slit, and I slam both of my palms on the wall on either side of me as my head drops back.

“Holy shit…”