Page 49 of Venomous Throne

And how did I make him stay?

Yeah, like that’s a smart idea.If my men didn’t shoot him, my enemies would try. This wasn’t his fight; he was in town for business, and he’d made that quite clear. Whatever secrets he had, they weren’t mine to know. We only had right now.

“Look how wet you are for me?” He nuzzled his nose against my clit. His beard tickled the sensitive folds, sending little sparks of electricity deep into my core. When he breathed deep, inhaling my scent, a rush of self-consciousness shot through me.

Before I could protest, he bit me gently, turning my words into a moan.

“I fucking love that sound,” he growled. Lifting his head, his grey eyes burned dark with desire. “Do it again.”

“Sorry, bud, you’ll have to earn it,” I smirked, trying for bravado. It was a hard thing to do with my body, one long, taut livewire that trembled beneath him.

“Hmm,” he murmured.

The rough sound was an acknowledgment of the challenge. He pressed his thumb between my legs, rubbing the engorged bud of my clit.

I sucked in a sharp breath, biting back the moan.

He wasn’t taking another so easily.

But the challenge I gave didn’t faze him. He methodically stroked his thumb back and forth. My heavy breathing filled the space.

When his forefinger joined, and he pinched my clit, I surrendered, giving him the moan he wanted. This one was loud, a danger to discovery.

“Where do you want my mouth, bella?” he coaxed.

I lifted my hips.

A hard exhale flared his nostrils.

“Words, Isabella. I need your words.”

I slid my hands over my face, biting down on the knuckles.

While I worked through whatever chaos swelled in my head, Jaxon slid his finger lower. He pressed it against my entrance, rubbing the soaked flesh but not pushing inside.

My groan was that of pure surrender. “I want your mouth on my pussy,” I said through clenched teeth.

“There,” he praised. “Was that so hard?”

Yes.

But I was instantly rewarded when his face settled between my legs. His tongue immediately began to stroke my clit. I made a desperate noise, fighting every instinct to paw at him.

His hands slid under my ass, tipping my pelvis back for better access. One hand inched lower, one finger pressed at the entrance.

I whimpered.

“Beautiful,” he groaned.

When he lifted away, I nearly screamed in frustration. He caught my ankles, wrapping them around the back of his neck.

And then his mouth was on me again. First, a gentle kiss against my throbbing clit. Then a long lick up my pussy.

Another moan left my lips.

I was instantly rewarded by his finger sliding deep inside me. My back curled off the bed. His finger was thick and hard, working in and out of my core. His tongue stroked. His lips sucked. I pressed my palms into my eyes as my hips took on a rhythm of their own, rocking against his face.

Tightness coiled deep in my core.