Page 98 of Venomous Throne

My rhythm faltered as pleasure built inside me, my fingers slick with my own arousal. Jaxon noticed immediately.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warned, tugging my hair sharply. The sting sent another wave of heat through me. “That’s mine to taste.”

I whimpered.

The ability to think left me. This was so freaking hot. He jerked and then pulled himself from my mouth. Tugging on my hair, using it as a leash, he brought me to my feet.

He kissed me hard.

For a moment.

And then he put my fingers in his mouth, sucking them deep.

Each dirty act sent me closer and closer to the edge. I was a spring, coiled tight with desire.

Jaxon lifted me around the waist and tossed me onto the bed. My body bounced, legs clattering together and sweet heat rushing out.

He was on me with a flash. He slid one hand under my thigh, wrapping and twisting me onto his body.

Jaxon’s mouth was searing, a veritable fire, ready to consume me.

His tongue found me instantly, hot and demanding against my most sensitive flesh. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through me like lightning.

“Jaxon,” I gasped, fingers clutching at the sheets.

He growled against me, the vibration sending tremors through my core. His hands gripped my thighs with bruising force, holding me open and vulnerable to his merciless assault. Every lick, every suck was deliberate, designed to drive me to the brink without allowing me to fall.

“Please,” I mewled, not even knowing what I was begging for.

He pulled back just enough to meet my desperate gaze, his mouth glistening. “Not yet. I’m not nearly done with you.”

My body trembled as he resumed his torment, his tongue circling and flicking with expert precision.

He nipped at my clit, sending me bolting up, jerking hard.

“On your knees,” he rasped, climbing on the bed.

It took me a moment to move. I struggled over, not sure which way was up or down.

The bed sank with his weight as Jaxon moved onto the mattress. He grabbed my legs, wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs. His tongue ran over my pussy, sending a bone-deep shudder through my frame.

“Ride my face. Ride it now.”

I gasped as his mouth found my clit. Slowly, ever so slowly, my hips glided forward.

Those hard fingers dug into my flesh. “When I say ride, bella, I want you to fucking ride it.”

I moved again.

And again.

His deep growl of approval helped banish the awkward rush of nerves.

He was under me, his body lying out in front. On the next rock, I fell forward. My hands landed on either side of his hips. As his mouth worked me into a frenzy, I bent my head and put my mouth over the crown of his cock.

Jaxon shivered underneath me.

The realization of our position hit me all at once—we were perfectly aligned, pleasuring each other simultaneously. My mouth slid farther down his length as his tongue worked magic between my thighs. Every nerve in my body sparked with electricity as we found our rhythm together.