Page 55 of Dark Verse

Hello, the two most wonderful things I have ever seen.

Her curves move gracefully beneath her clothes, full breasts and a generous waist, tempting me further.

“Do you want to stop?” she asks, expression serious.

I’ve spent five years picking up the shattered pieces of my life, and this woman could destroy me all over again. Because that’s what this moment feels like to me. I see it with such clarity. It’s like a movie playing in front of my eyes. If we do this, I won’t be the same by morning. I feel like being destroyed.

Suddenly annoyed at myself for suggesting slow, I stand, taking her hand. She follows me down the short hallway into the semi-dark bedroom.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KNOX

THE DOOR has barely closed behind us before we’re attacking each other’s clothing. Her soft moans are some of the most deliciously musical things I’ve heard, and my nostrils and taste buds are filled with the sharp smell of ginger and lemon, tempered by honey. Ven breaks the kiss, but only long enough to pull her shirt over her head. I can tell the fabric of her bra is lace, but it’s too dark to make out all the details. Hands still on each other, we take a few more steps into the space before landing on the bed, a tangle of limbs and half on/half off clothes.

“Hold on,” she says, pulling back from me.

I watch her as she crosses the room and throws the curtain open fully, letting in the street and natural light. The entire space goes from all shadow to blue hues, the light playing across her skin.

With her on the other side of the room, I take the moment to pull my shirt over my head. I unhook my belt, dropping it to the floor beside the shirt. Wordlessly, Ven removes her pants, stepping out of them and rejoining me on the bed.

We continue exploring each other with our hands and mouths, and soon the rest of our clothing has been tossed aside, leaving only skin. Running my hands over Ven’s body, I mark a trail up her inner leg, starting with her ankle, past her knees, and finally to her center. Ven opens her legs immediately, giving me full access to her body. Just like that first night, I push two fingers into her, her walls stroking my fingers. I press further in, hooking my fingers upward and pressing firmly. Her whole body shudders.

“Is that pussy as sweet as I remember it?” I ask, pulling my fingers from her center and to my mouth.

Rich and sharp. Fully her.

“Mmm…it is,” I muse.

She leans forward, capturing my lips between her teeth again. At the same time, I press my fingers back into her, adding a third, and she gasps louder.

“Is that okay?” I ask.

She nods. “You’ll know if it’s not. I’ll tell you.”

Oh, of course she would. Why would I doubt that?

I chuckle, feeling my excitement and mischievousness spike together. I lift up so I’m no longer lying beside Ven. Instead, I kneel in front of her, and I place both my hands on her knees as she looks up at me.

“Well, then, you bring up an excellent point.”

“I do?”

“Safe words.”

“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised.

The surprise in her voice morphs into surprise on her face when I suddenly push into her with my weight, pushing her knees out and wide open, getting my first look at her pussy.

Raven’s pussy lips are dark, the hair trimmed to be short but not cut in some pattern. But as I push her legs farther apart, the dark pink of her inner walls and the nub of her clit are revealed to me. Her juices drip down over her ass, giving her skin a shimmer as the light from beyond the window filters in.

I lean forward, the tip of my tongue providing the lightest pressure against her nub.

“Knox.” Venny groans, pushing against me.

I lock my muscles into place, preventing her from moving anymore. Turning my head, I kiss the inside of her thigh just below her hipbone.

“Terrible safe word. At least in this context.”