Page 125 of Sweet Venom

“Oof—!” she wheezed through her laughter.

And as I looked down at her, completely lost in the sound of her laughter, I couldn’t help but feel like I was under her spell. She was always beautiful—but fuck was she gorgeous when she looked like this.

Radiant.

Happy.

Thoroughly fucked by me.

Mine.

When emotions got the best of me, I kissed the fuck out of her until her lips were flushed and bruised and she was looking at me like she’d forgotten her own name.

When I pulled back, she had a goofy smile on her face that made my heart pound faster.

Then I climbed off the bed butt ass naked and headed for the bathroom.

“Hey!” she called after me. “Where are you going? Let’s go back to sleep.”

I glanced back, smirking. “Get your ass up, Little Fox. We’ve got shit to do.”

She buried her face in a pillow and groaned. Fuck me, she was adorable when she wasn’t tap dancing on my last nerve. “What shit?”

“We’re not done chasing romance, baby. Get the fuck up.”

She peeked out from under the black blankets, hair everywhere, eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling with mischief.

“…Does chasing romance involve food and orgasms?”

I winked. “We’ll see.”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

TOUCH HER & DIE

Azariel

“She was the calm in my chaos.”- P

Iwas wrong.

A laughing Poe was the second most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, but this Poe? The one who, despite her social anxiety, still found the courage to talk to complete strangers?

She was breathtaking.

A quiet kind of brave that wouldn’t let me look away from her.

That was a sight I’d never forget.

The “Cozy Nook” bookstore buzzed with energy, alive with the hum of excited readers clutching copies of Poe’s books, their faces lit up with anticipation. Like last time, the signing was a success—maybe even more so.

Poe sat at the main table, her smile bright and inviting, though I could still see a flicker of nerves in her green eyes. But she didn’t let it stop her. She greeted every reader with genuine warmth, took time to chat, scribbled little notes inside theirpaperbacks, and even handed out bookish merch as thank-you gifts.

I’d had my team design a promotional banner just for her, along with custom merch—book totes, character illustrations, little things to make the event feel like her world had come to life. The look on her face when she first saw it all was priceless. Worth every cent, every hour, every favor it took to make it happen. Her smile had taken over her face the moment she walked in, and it hadn’t left since.

Four hours later, and she still looked just as lit up as she had when she first found out she was getting another signing.

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