Page 48 of Venomous Throne

His gaze snapped to mine. “Me too, bella. Me too.”

He leaned down to nuzzle my breast. That wiry hair against my sensitive flesh made every cell in my body scream. He angled his face and inhaled against my sternum, right where the hard bone protected my frantically beating heart.

Gooseflesh prickled over my body.

My thighs shifted, trying to rub the ache between my legs.

“Patience, little one,” he breathed. The hot, damp breath fluttered on my skin.

But he was a merciful beast. His mouth covered my breast…and he sucked. The slow, lazy taste had me squirming beneath him. I fisted the comforter in my hands to keep from reaching out, pushing him lower.

He brushed his lips over my sternum, whisper-soft, before his tongue flicked over the other nipple, giving it the attention it desperately craved.

The feeling of his hot mouth was divine.

“Such a beautiful body,” he prayed, his voice low and reverent.

“It’s so small,” I protested, feeling a twinge of awkwardness. There were teen girls bigger than me. I might be skinny—something this Western Culture thought was a good thing—but I lacked any semblance of curves.

His large hands splayed over my ribs, skimming down my belly on both sides.

“Small? Possibly. But your spirit makes up for it.” He kissed my navel, making me squirm again. “Don’t ever talk badly about yourself to me again, Isabella. Everyone is built differently. And I see the way that you carry yourself. It drives me crazy.”

Who knew this man could talk so much? Our other encounters were filled with short sentences, punctuated with animal noises, and too many silences to count.

I loved his voice.

I wanted to hear more of it.

“How do you see me?” My question was cut off with a gasp as his tongue slid along the side of my stomach.

“Fishing for compliments?”

Wait. Was he teasing me now?

“No,” I stammered. “Just trying to make sense of this.”Of this mad obsession.One I didn’t feel that I deserved.

“I see you stand taller than any man in the room.” He pulled my camisole to the elastic band of my shorts. “I watch you turn heads when you enter a room. Like every other soul, I feel theinstant you take command.” He moved back just enough to tug the clothing from my body. I lay there under the weight of his piercing gaze. Exposed. Helpless.Alive. “I’m a hapless victim of your command, like everyone else.”

He spread my legs, opening me wider for his sweltering stare.

“Except, unlike the others, I’ve decided to come to your chapel, kneel at your altar, and worship you like the goddess you are.”

With that declaration, heat exploded through my body. The power of speech failed me. A tremor rocked every muscle, and the blood in my veins burned.

Jaxon surged forward with a growl that sounded threatening. There was no time to be scared. I was too busy trying not to die as his tongue swiped one long, lingering lick through my soaking pussy. His lips caught my clit, and he sucked hard enough for me to bow off the mattress with a strangled gasp.

That low, rough sound vibrated again in his chest.

The bastard was laughing at my attempt to keep quiet. Why couldn’t he come to me when the house wasn’t full of Made Men? When I could make the noises fitting for this scenario?

“Isabella,” he warned in a sing-song voice.

I realized my hands were on my stomach, mere inches from his face.

Letting out a huff of frustration, I tangled my fingers in my hair.

He showed me mercy, firmly gripping my hips between his big, strong hands. Hands that, not a few days ago, beat another man’s to a bloody pulp. Where was he when I needed such an angel?