Page 77 of Venomous Throne

The pressure built deep inside me.

I tipped my head back against the shower tiles. A moan strangled from my lips.

“That’s it, bella. Think about how I’m going to fuck you.”

His hips snapped forward. My fingers slipped, but I adjusted my grasp quickly.

Our ragged breathing filled the stall.

Each thrust of his cock was mimicked by his fingers. I whimpered, so close to release. The muscles deep in my core coiled tighter and tighter.

“Come for me.”

I shattered.

A scream clawed up my throat. My body jerked violently, but the beast wouldn’t let me fall.

With a growl, he dropped the showerhead and grabbed my jaw. The force of his kiss hid a frightening hunger. His mouth plundered mine.

In this moment, he claimed everything. My body. My orgasm. My very heart and soul.

Gathering me into his arms, he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I held his cock tight as he pushed into my touch. His hips moved with a desperate urgency as my muscles convulsed around his fingers.

Panting and shaking, I held onto him. His name was a plea on my lips. He caught it in another hard, unforgiving kiss.

Jaxon groaned into my mouth, pressing into me hard. He exploded. Hot ropes of cum shot from his tight cock, marking the flesh of my belly.

He pulled back and turned so that he was against the tile wall. He stared at me, an unguarded look full of something raw. I knew he saw the same vulnerability in me, a tangled mess of pleasure and shock. His finger traced through his seed, drawing some mark over my skin.

I looked down, but not in disgust. Oh no. Another pleasant discovery was how much I liked seeing his mark on me.

But then he took down the showerhead and sprayed me clean.

***

The aftermath was short. With unfathomable tenderness, Jaxon set me down and washed me. Lathering the soap between his palms, he spent his time rubbing every inch of my skin. I was a hazy mess of pleasure, not even protesting when his touch slid in the most intimate of places.

Once he sprayed me down, he shut off the water and reached outside the shower for a towel.

Wrapped in its fluffy warmth, I stood on the stone mat as he patted himself dry and quickly dressed.

“Are you leaving?” I asked, voice breathless.

“Duty calls.”

My heart sank. “So, um, look. I can’t have you sneaking in here.”

He didn’t flinch.

“It’s not safe,” I added. “There are some…weird things happening. Things I don’t know if I should explain.”

He nodded once.

“I do want you to visit!” I gripped his arms. “Please don’t leave again. But…we have to be very careful.”

He cut off my rambling with a finger placed over my lips.

“I’ll always find a way back to you. As long as you want me, I’ll return.”