Page 75 of Venomous Throne

“But?” His thumb was distracting, rubbing back and forth along my jaw.

Damn him, how did he know there was a but?Don’t make me say it!

“Isabella?” he chided.

Kill me now.“I don’t think you’ll fit.”

His head threw back. A low, deep laugh bubbled up his throat. “Oh, beautiful, you’re something else.”

I frowned and planted my hands on my hips. “Don’t mock me. It’s a legitimate concern. You’rehuge. I’m—” I gestured to myself “—not.”

Jaxon took my hand and returned it to my pussy. Under his guidance, I rubbed between my folds. “Thank you for your concern, Isabella. But rest assured, when the opportunity presents itself to fuck this sweet cunt, I’ll take you. And I’ll fit.”

Such filthy words shouldn’t sound so good. The promise made my insides shiver.

Jaxon kissed me again. This time with a raw hunger. One hand slid back through my hair, the other reached to cup my ass.

“Damn,” he groaned. “You’re perfect.”

I felt perfect.

Hearing his desire made me feel desirable. Which opened my eyes to a whole new side of myself. There was a certain power that came with intimacy. Never having experienced true cravings, I welcomed the rush.

Jaxon spun me around. His hands slid up my sides, over my shoulders, and along my arms. Taking my wrists, he pressed my hands against the shower wall, bending me over.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

Temptation tickled my mind. Another spanking sounded pretty darn good right about now. But I decided on patience, to see what new and exciting things he would do to my body.

It was as though he couldn’t stop touching me. He ran his hands over my body, stopping at my breasts to massage and squeeze the sensitive flesh.

But he didn’t stop there.

He brushed his hands down my hips. I didn’t realize he’d crouched until his hands spread my thighs, and he shoved his face between my legs. If the last time was intimate, this new angle was more so.

One long lick made me groan.

The sheer primitive way he took what he wanted, tasting and sucking me, made me shiver with pleasure.

No sane woman would let a man—a beastly man—have this kind of access. Call me insane, then, because I freaking loved it.

Jaxon moved back, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh.

I hissed.

The warm breath of his chuckle brushed against my skin. “You liked that.”

I did. Oh, Santa Caterina, I did.

Jaxon nipped at the other side before rising. My heart hammered in anticipation. He detached the shower head, played with the settings, and then reached around my stomach.

“When I take this sweet, wet cunt, you’ll be dripping wet for me,” he murmured roughly.

Water vibrated down my belly until the spray hit my pussy. I inhaled sharply at the sensation.

Behind me, Jaxon placed something over the seam of my bottom. It took a second for my distracted brain to realize it was his cock. Velvety soft, and impossibly hard. He rocked forward, sliding it against my skin.

For a moment of panic, I thought he would dip lower and invade a place that never ought to be breached.