Page 118 of A Love Like Venom
We are giving something precious that we hope one day will never be returned.
A tortured moan comes from the back of his throat as our bodies move closer. It’s undeniably the sexiest sound that I have ever heard.
His lips then come down dangerously close to mine. I close my eyes as I breathe him in and I wait for him to press his lips against mine.
“Take it,” he says. The slight brush of his lips against mine have my knees going weak.
Then he traces my bottom lip with his thumb in the most sensual way. With slow strokes he causes my blood to boil. When I let out a moan of my own his eyes burn with hunger and lust.
As if that isn’t enough he presses a light kiss to the corner of my lips. “Take it,” he says again but I’m too lost in the feeling of his lips on my skin. He then continues to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My hands come to grasp his shirt tightly. His lips never leave my skin until he presses the final kiss to the other corner side of my lip.
I’m left feeling breathless and needy. Wanting and craving more of his touch. High on the feeling and intoxicated by him.
“Take it,” he tells me one last time and I do.
I take it.
Raising myself up on my tip toes I bring my lips to meet his. I press my lips against his and a sweep of euphoria goes through me. His lips are soft and gentle as he lets me explore his luscious mouth.
At first our kiss is closed mouth. An innocent kiss of the first meeting of our lips. He lets me take the lead. Allowing me to take it slow as our lips become acquainted.
My need for him only grows stronger. Now that I’ve had a taste I crave more.
Unable to contain myself, the desire swirling in my blood I make the bold move by opening my mouth.
A groan elicits from his lips. When his mouth finally opens and our tongues meet for the first time the kiss is no longer innocent and sweet.
The kiss turns fiery and passionate.
His hands roam my body unable to control himself. I, too explore his own physique. My hands have a mind of their own as they touch each crevice. I can feel him tremble with desire under my fingertips. As our hands explore each other’s physiques, his hard muscles and my soft curves our kiss grows deeper.
I match each thrust of his tongue as it tangles with mine. I give him just as much passion as he’s giving me.
We moan and groan, swallowing our whimpers and cries of pleasure.
With our bodies flush I can feel his arousal hard and heavy. It stirs something in my blood for this to continue beyond our kiss. Feeling him, tasting him, hearing his reaction awakens a sexual desire in me that I have never had before. One I thought I would never feel after everything that has happened to me.
Yet here I am, a woman who is wanton and unashamed of her desire for her man.
All too soon our kiss comes to an end. He pulls back and I open my eyes. If the kiss didn’t leave me breathless the look in his eyes does it for me. They’re filled with passion, lust and a wild desire. He’s looking at me how every woman wants to be looked at. Like I’m the sexiest woman he’s feasted his eyes upon.
Our breaths are shallow as we stare deeply in each other’s eyes.
Staring in his magical eyes, the ones I fell for when he was just a boy I fall for him all over again except this time as a man.
In truth, even on the days that I cursed his name I never stopped loving him.
Before I can stop the words from escaping my lips I finally confess what I have been feeling all this time. “I love you.”
Snake
Three small words.
Three small words yet they are profound.
Three small words that have a massive affect.
The organ inside my chest swells to the point where it feels like it is going to fucking burst.
