Page 123 of Sweet Venom

But this part right here.

This was the real surprise.

Waking up to her like this. Still tangled in me. Like she’s still choosing me, even in her dreams. Fuck.

I reached up and brushed a strand of blue hair from her lip, fingers lingering longer than necessary, because… well. She was mine.

And apparently, aside from mine, she was also a world-class snorer.

But fuck it, she was my world-class snorer.

“You’re dangerous,” I whispered, my voice low, meant for no one but her and the silence in the room. “And I think you’ve wrecked me in the sweetest way, baby. You’ve been wrecking me for a long time now.”

She didn’t stir.

She just breathed slowly while her fingers curled possessively against my chest like she knew I was hers now and I wasn’t leaving.

She wasn’t wrong.

I was undeniably hers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.

I laid there for a few minutes, watching her like a man who’d stumbled upon a treasure. Memorizing every curve of her naked body, every flutter of breath, like I could etch her into my bones if I stared hard enough.

And as I stared at her— her round and perfect tits, her pink nipples, her flat stomach and that tiny pussy that almost was the death of me— all I could think about was the night before.

My garden. The pouring rain. The way it soaked her gown until it clung to her every sinful curve. The wild need in her green eyes when she looked up at me and whispered, “Fuck my pussy.”

Fuck, I had.

I fucked her so hard that by the end there was no doubt of who she belonged to.

Our bodies moved like they’d done this before—like we’d been burning through different lifetimes just to find each other again. Poe shook beneath my hands, not with fear, but with desire and trust. She trusted me to fuck her like I owned her. She held the statue like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth as I pounded in and out of her.

I held her like she was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely to the dark. Last night wasn’t just lust and possession. It wasn’t a cat and mouse game.

It was surrender.

Not just hers.

But mine.

I gave her everything I had as the world vanished and time collapsed around us. Nothing existed but her soft voice in my ear, horny and breathless, saying my name like it was a prayer.

And now, in the light of morning, with her heartbeat pressed to mine and the taste of her still lingering on my tongue, I knew that she didn’t just give herself to me.

She claimed me.

Every dark, broken and ugly part of me.

And fuck, I’d burn kingdoms before I ever let her go.

I’m fucking obsessed with this woman.

“Little fox,” I kissed her nose.

She stirred.

It started with a small grunt, like she was being dragged unwillingly back from the dead.

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