Page 64 of Paved in Venom

He smiles and kisses my forehead before setting me on the counter. I grab my toothbrush while he starts a bath. He’s in nothing but a pair of jeans, and the man looks fucking delicious.

“Don’t worry about the noise, sladkaya.” He turns back to give me a wink. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what’s going on as I finish brushing my teeth. He grins and walks over to me, and when I set my toothbrush aside, he cups my face and kisses me. My hands go to his waist, gripping the hard muscle as I wrap my legs around him and open my mouth for more. He groans and threads his fingers through my hair, fisting it hard enough to tilt my head up so he has better access. My pussy throbs from last night, but I can still feel myself growing wet.

“How sore are you?” he asks, kissing his way to my ear.

“I’m okay,” I quickly say, because I don’t want him to stop.

He laughs and gives my earlobe a soft bite. “Liar,” he whispers.

“I’m a little sore,” I admit.

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Tell me the truth, baby. How bad is it?”

“It feels like a giant dick fucked me good and hard a few hours ago,” I say, giving him the complete truth. When I see the smug grin he can’t hide, I add, “You don’t have to look so damn proud of it.”

He laughs again and strips out of his jeans before carrying me to the giant tub. Stepping in, he keeps me held close to his chest as he lowers down until I’m sitting in his lap and the hot water surrounds us. I rest my head on his shoulder and sigh.

“Damn, this feels good.”

“I should’ve done it last night, but I knew how tired you were.”

“Did you get any sleep?”

“A little.”

It’s my turn to nip his earlobe and say, “Liar.”

He gives my ass cheek a hard squeeze that has me panting out a breath against his wet neck when he softens his grip and dances his fingers along my slippery skin.

“I got enough, baby. I couldn’t make my brain shut off, so I gave up and grabbed my laptop. I wanted to see what was on Tom’s computer, but I didn’t want to leave your side, so I compromised.”

“Find anything?”

“Nothing I ever want to see again,” he says, and I can hear so much in those words—the anger and pain and fatigue at having to constantly expose yourself to something you despise. It’s taking a toll on him, and I hate it. Turning my body, I wrap my arms around him in a big hug while I cup the back of his head. At first his body tenses in surprise, but then he hugs me back, completely enveloping me in his strong arms.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I wish I could do it for you.”

“I would never let you, baby. You’ve seen enough, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you don’t have to see any more.”

He kisses my ear and then positions me so I’m sitting in front of him as he grabs the detachable water nozzle. Putting my feet on the bottom of the bathtub, I hug my legs and tilt my head back so he can wet my hair.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him.

“I want to do this, sladkaya. I love taking care of you, so please don’t deny me the pleasure.”

I smile and close my eyes, moaning in pure bliss as he massages my scalp and washes my hair. The gentle way he touches me always surprises me. If I wasn’t experiencing it firsthand, I would never believe that someone like Danil was even capable of such gentle touches, but he continues to surprise me. After he’s done with my hair, he washes my body and then grabs my ankle, propping it up on his shoulder as he reaches for a razor and a can of shave gel.

“I changed my mind about watching you shave. I want to be the one to do it.”

He drains the water enough to expose the rest of my leg and lathers me up. I’ve never had anyone shave my legs before, and it doesn’t take long before I’m a fan. He’s careful with the blade, making sure to not nick me, and when one leg is silky smooth, he grabs the other and starts the process again.

I watch his face, smiling at the fierce concentration in his grey eyes, and when he catches me staring, the corner of his mouth lifts up and he gives me a wink. God, I love this man. When the second leg is done, he washes me clean and then laughs when I grab the razor and shave gel and quickly shave my armpits. When I’m rinsed clean and smooth, he drains out the dirty water before motioning for me to sit on the edge of the tub. It’s a large garden tub, plenty of room for me to sit, but when I hesitate, he lifts a brow at me.

“Sit down, sladkaya, and spread your legs.”

I do as he says, knowing I’m still smooth from the waxing I was given and that shaving isn’t what he has in mind. My heart speeds up when I spread my thighs and expose myself to him. He’s naked and fully hard and looking at me like a starving man. He grips my knees, spreading my legs even wider before slowly sliding his hands up my wet thighs. His fingers dig into my skin, trailing closer to my center. Grey eyes run over every inch of my body, and the look of pure, raw hunger pulls a moan from deep within me. All it takes is one look from him, one goddamn look, and I’m putty in his hands.

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