Page 52 of Venomous Throne

There, in the great beast of a man, was a glimmer of vulnerability. It made him impossibly human.

“Only if you don’t make me come,” I promised.

That stroking, teasing touch disappeared from my legs. Panic froze my body.

My muscles tensed.

The impact came a moment later with a sharp crack.

It felt…good. Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I marveled at the situation.

The hard bulge between his legs pulsed against my stomach.

Fingers returned to my wetness, stroking back and forth. I pushed into his touch, needing him to go back inside me, to finish the job he started. He rubbed and caressed for a moment longer.

And then his other hand slapped down across my ass.

Right as his pinched my clit.

My moan was guttural, filled with pleasure.

“Do you know how hard you make me, bella?” he growled.

I rocked against his thighs, trying and failing to send his touch inside me.

He let out four more swift, stinging blows on my ass. Each was punctuated by a pinch or a hard press from his fingers between my legs.

When he was done, I was a wet, writhing mess.

“Look.” He pulled his hand away and brought it close to my face. “Look how wet you are for me?”

“I—I liked that.”

“I know you did, bella.”

With one swift move, Jaxon flipped me onto my back and dove between my legs. The startled cry of surprise was cut off when his fingers pushed into my mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered, mouth already moving against my pussy. “Suck my fucking fingers, Isabella. Taste your pleasure as I take it from the source.”

I obeyed.

My body trembled. A whimper caught in my throat. And desire pulsed through me, a heady drug that saturated every fiber of my being.

His mouth was ravenous on me.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think!

There was only him. His mouth, his hands!

His teeth closed around my clit, biting just hard enough to shoot electricity through my core. The violent burst of sensation was the jolt my body needed.

Pleasure consumed me.

I threw my head back, choking myself on his fingers to muffle the cries of pleasure. Delirious, I writhed against him, claiming the release he offered. A burst of wet heat shot between my legs, making him growl.

That sound sent me over the edge.