Page 136 of Sweet Venom

“I think you like it.” His voice was dangerously close now, just behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. I spun around, but he wasn’t there.

“If this is one of your perverted games you should’ve told me.” I said heart hammering. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

I could feel his smirk. Even invisible, I knew he was smiling like a smug demon.

His breath ghosted across the back of my neck, and I gasped.

“You want to play another game with me, little fox?” he whispered, low, sinful and seductive.

Yes. If it’s anything like the last game we played… God yes.

“Turn around, Poe.”

I did as he said and that’s when I saw him. Standing there, just a few feet away. The darkness wrapped around him like a cloak, but the firelight flickered in his eyes, those dark, haunting gray eyes that burned through my heart.

Azariel took a step closer, and I felt his need for me radiating off his body. His presence was consuming. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think.

“You want me,” he said, a statement, not a question. His gaze was piercing, dissecting me with a hunger that made my stomach tighten. “I can smell it on you.”

I frowned. “You’re cocky.”

Even if I wanted to deny it. I wouldn’t be able to do it. He’s right. I want him. I want him always. I want him in every way.

His cold hand came up to my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw, his touch addictive. God, I can feel wetness in my pussy. How could he do that to my body with just one touch?

“I missed my pussy,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper, his lips brushing my ear. “Did that sweet pussy miss me?”

“I—” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat, the heat between us was too intense, too consuming. He was so hot. So… mine.

“Your pussy?” I asked with a smile on my face.

He grunted. “My pussy.”

His…

I like the sound of that.

I reached up slowly, my fingers brushing the stubble along his jaw before turning around and tugging him down to me. My lips met his, needy and hungry, and everything inside me exploded.

His kiss was passionate, dark and full of fire. He tasted like cherries and danger and something even more addictive.

Azariel’s kiss was intoxicating. Everything he did lit a fuse inside me. Every brush of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue, every possessive pull, drove me further into that aching space between need and madness.

When he pulled back, my chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He stole the air right out of my lungs. The lights flickered back on, and that’s when I saw him.

I swear my legs nearly gave out.

Then, just as I thought I couldn’t think he could be any hotter, he appeared before me like a god, a dark figure silhouetted in the hallway.

He always looked like a God— an angry but beautiful one.

But what I hadn’t expected was the mask.

The Ghost face mask fromScream. It was white and eerie. His eyes gleamed from behind the mask, burning with an untamed hunger that made my blood run hot and my pussy leak.

For a moment, all I could do was stare at him, the mask somehow making him look more dangerous, more insane.

Shit.

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