Page 131 of Venomous Throne

“I want to see your face when you come apart for me,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own control began to fray.

The coil of tension in my belly wound tighter with each stroke, my walls clenching around him as my climax built to an unbearable peak. My fingers clawed at the sheets.

The orgasm ripped through me like a gust of wind.

My body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me with such intensity that my vision blurred. Every nerve ending ignited at once, electric currents racing from my core to my fingertips, my toes, the crown of my head. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't think—could only feel as my inner walls pulsed around his thick length, milking him with each spasm.

“That’s it,” Jaxon growled, his voice distant through the roaring in my ears. “Give it all to me.”

Before the aftershocks subsided, he withdrew completely, leaving me empty and gasping. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, my limbs boneless and compliant. His eyes blazed silver fire as he loomed over me, positioning himself between my trembling thighs.

“Again,” he commanded, driving into me with renewed force.

I severely doubted I could repeat that.

My vision whitened at the edges, pleasure crashing through me in violent waves.

He was relentless, fucking me with renewed vigor.

His powerful body pressed me into the mattress, my legs spread wide to accommodate his broad frame. Each thrust drove him impossibly deeper, hitting places inside me that made coherent thought impossible.

“Look at you,” he growled, his face inches from mine, sweat beading on his forehead. “So fucking beautiful when you’re taking my cock.”

I could only whimper in response, my hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle there.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes that made me arch and writhe beneath him.

“You,” I gasped, desperate for him to resume his punishing rhythm. “Only you, Jaxon.”

His lips curved into a predatory smile as he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. The new angle let him hit depths that had me gasping, clawing at his back.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, slowing his pace to grinding circles that made my toes curl. “Tell me what I do to you.”

“You—you destroy me,” I managed between ragged breaths.

He growled his approval, hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. “And what else, bella? Tell me how this cock makes you feel.”

My eyes rolled back as he ground against that spot inside me that made coherent speech nearly impossible.

“Like I’m coming apart,” I gasped. “Like I’m breaking into a thousand pieces.”

“That’s right,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a hypnotic rumble. “I’m going to break you apart and put you back together. Over and over.”

His hand slid between our bodies, thumb finding my swollen clit.

“This pretty little pussy is mine to ruin,” he continued, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with maddening precision. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to make come so hard you’ll feel like you’re burning alive.”

His pace quickened again, each thrust punctuated by filthy promises that made heat bloom across my skin.

"I'm going to fill this tight little cunt,” he rasped against my ear. “Going to mark you from the inside out so you never forget who you belong to.”

My back arched off the bed as his words sent electric currents racing through my veins. The room spun around me, everything narrowing to the point where our bodies joined.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his lips brushing my throat. “I can feel you squeezing me, hungry for my cum. Your pussy knows what it needs.”

The pressure built with each brutal thrust until I couldn't hold back anymore. A tidal wave of sensation crashed through me, more intense than before, tearing a scream from my throat as my entire body convulsed. My inner walls clamped down on him with devastating force, pulsing and fluttering as the orgasm ripped through me.

“Fuck, Isabella, you—” Jaxon growled, his rhythm faltering. “You undo me!”