Page 252 of Craving Venom

She whimpers and her head slams back against the wall. “This isn’t smart.”

“I’m not smart when it comes to you,” I snarl, yanking her shorts down, exposing her soaked panties. “I’m just hungry.”

I grab her thighs and force them up, wide enough that her knees nearly brush her shoulders. I drag her ankles to the wall behind her head, pressing her feet flat against it. Her spine curves at an unnatural angle, bending her open for me.

She tries to shift her hips away, but I slam her legs back up and keep them spread with both hands. She grits her teeth, but slides her hands under her ass, gripping the undersides just to hold herself steady. Just to keep that ruined arch locked in place. Her tits bounce slightly from the movement.

My breath fogs the heat between her thighs.

The thin cotton of her panties is soaked. The beak of my mask balances high on the bridge of my nose as I lower my mouth to her pussy. The moment my tongue drags through her slit, the sharp edge of the beak scrapes her clit through her panties, making her cry out in pain.

Her knees try to close.

I slam them back up again. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

I grip her panties with my teeth, and drag them aside. I hover over her pussy. My mouth is inches from it, and I let my spit drip onto her clit. It drips down her slit, past her hole. She shivers so hard the wall behind her vibrates.

“You want it?” I rasp, flooding my breath on her slit.

“Zane—”

“I said,” I snarl, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me, “do you fucking want it?”

She hesitates, just long enough to piss me off. I slap my palm against her clit and she jumps.

“Yes!” she chokes. “Fuck—yes—please.”

My tongue drags up her slit. I flick the tip against her clit once, twice, then suck it into my mouth so hard she arches off the floor. Her scream ricochets off the stone. Her hands shoot from under her ass and clutch my hair. Her pussy clenches, trapping my mouth.

I let the edge of my mask scrape along her inner thigh as I fuck her with my tongue, grinding my mouth against her, alternating pressure until she’s shaking so hard her ass starts to lift from the ground.

I suck her clit harder, then thrust two fingers inside her dripping cunt, curling them deep until she gasps like I’ve punched the breath out of her.

“Zane—fuck—”

I add a third finger. She sobs my name as her legs lock around me. I keep thrusting and curling my fingers while my tongue slaps against her swollen clit every now and then. She tries to wiggle away from the pressure, but I grip her hip with my free hand and pin her in place.

Slick trails down my chin as I suck her clit through each stroke, hitting that spot that makes her legs jerk.

“Come,” I growl into her pussy. “Now.”

Her scream’s still echoing in my head when her fingers twist into my hair and yank. There’s no real strength in it, but I feel like she’s branding me. I let her pull me up as my mouth trails along her inner thigh, over her stomach and across her chest.

“Now I want a piece of you,” she whispers. “What happened to Celine? What did you do to her?”

My breath stalls for a beat.

“I didn’t do anything to her.”

She flinches.

“But D.O.M did.”

Her brows draw tight. “What’s… D.O.M?”

“Dominus Obsequium Manus,” I say slowly, letting her adjust to the weight of it. “It means ‘The Master’s Obedient Hand.’”

Her eyes widen.

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