Page 99 of Venomous Throne

“Santa Caterina,” I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips buck upward.

His hands guided my movements, urging me to take him deeper while his mouth never ceased its relentless assault on my senses. I felt him hit the back of my throat as his tongue delved inside me, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that threatened to shatter my sanity.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—giving and receiving in perfect synchronicity. My thighs trembled as I hovered above him, my lips stretching around his girth while his talented mouth devoured me with hungry precision.

“You taste amazing,” he growled between my thighs. “I own this sweet pussy.”

I whimpered.

His words ignited something primal within me. I hollowed my cheeks around him, taking him deeper, matching the rhythm of his tongue against my core. The tension coiled tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.

“I’m close. I can’t hold back any longer,” I gasped, pulling my mouth away for just a second before engulfing him again.

Jaxon’s fingers dug harder into my thighs, his response a growl that vibrated against my most sensitive flesh. “Let go, bella. Come with me.”

He sucked my clit between his lips at the exact moment his cock throbbed against my tongue. The feel of him, pleasuring me everywhere, pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I felt him pulsing in my mouth, his hot release matching the tempo of my own climax. We shuddered against each other, locked in a perfect circuit of pleasure.

Jaxon jerked beneath me. With a groan, his release flooded my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, taking everything he gave as my body shuddered.

The aftershocks rolled through me in waves, leaving me boneless and trembling above him. I collapsed forward, my cheek resting against his thigh as we both struggled to catch our breath. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, our bodies slick and sated.

This was exactly what I needed.

Hewas what I needed.

Jaxon’s hands gentled on my skin, his touch now soothing rather than demanding. He pressed soft kisses to my inner thighs, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity. The tenderness made my chest tighten with an emotion I wasn’t ready to name.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.

I turned slowly, my limbs feeling like liquid as I crawled up his body. He gathered me against his chest, our skin pressed together, hearts hammering in unison. For the first time in hours, my mind was blissfully quiet.

Exhaustion swept through me.

I curled into his heat, and my eyes fluttered shut.

There were no nightmares.

***

A little while later, the mattress shifted. I woke immediately with a gasp.

“Hush, bella,” came the soft command from the edge of the bed.

A blanket that I didn’t remember wrapping around myself cocooned me. I clutched it tight as my mushy brain tried to come back online.

“Jaxon?” I whispered.

“I’m here.”

My eyes fluttered closed.

Only to blink open a moment later.

He was leaving. I didn’t want him to leave! I sat up, pulling the blanket with me.

“Please don’t go!” I said in a rush. “I want to tell you—to explain what is going on, and—”

His arm wrapped protectively around my shoulder, silencing my desperate plea.