Saved by Venom 3 (Grabbed)(42)

During Venom’s debriefing, Raze had come into the office to chat with her. Even though he seemed uncomfortable alone with her, the great big beast of a man had taken the time to explain more about the hostage situation. He had given her a list of signs to watch for in Venom and made sure his private communications number was programmed into her tablet.

Since returning to their quarters she had watched Venom like a hawk. Thankfully he didn’t seem to be showing any of the troubling signs. Raze had assured her that Venom had his own ways of dealing with the emotional punch of taking a life in the line of duty but he had warned that Venom might be thrown off by having a new mate to contend with in the midst of it all.

Refusing to let Venom pull away from her, Dizzy flipped back the covers and set her tablet on the bedside table. She quietly exited the bedroom and found him sitting in the living area, watching the large entertainment screen fixed on the wall. The lights were totally dimmed and the sports show he was watching cast a strange bluish glow about him.

His alert gaze snapped toward her the moment she appeared in the doorway. He quickly twisted in his seat to face her and raised his voice high enough for the audio sensors in the entertainment console to hear him. “Mute.”

Dizzy stopped at the edge of the couch. “Are you coming to bed?”

“Not for a while, sugar. Go on back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

A flash of guilt crossed his face. “I’ll keep the volume down.”

She shook her head. “That’s not what kept me awake.”

“Is it because of Axis? Are you having nightmares?”

“No.” She shrugged. “Oddly enough I’m not nearly as upset about that whole mess as I expected to be. Maybe I’m finally toughening up some.”

“You don’t need to toughen up.” The rough edge to his voice surprised her. “You should be able to sit in an office and wait for your husband without having to worry about some asshole trying to steal or molest you.”

“In a perfect world,” she softly replied. Extending her hand, she wiggled her fingers. “Come to bed with me.”

Venom swallowed nervously. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His rejection surprised her more than it hurt. “Why not?”

He exhaled a harsh breath and glanced away from her. “It’s not safe for you.”

The hard set to his jaw convinced her that he was feeling raw and emotionally exposed. Unwilling to allow Venom to wall himself off from her, Dizzy bravely skirted the side of the couch and knelt on the cushion next to him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she gazed into his haunted eyes. “You have never hurt me. You will never hurt me.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Venom—”

“Dizzy, if you could feel the way I want to fuck you right now, you would be running back in that bedroom and locking the door.”

His blunt remark had the opposite effect that he intended. The dangerous glint in his eyes excited her. Since their first time together Venom had been so incredibly gentle with her when they made love. He brought her so much pleasure—sometimes she could hardly breathe as the rapturous spasms of the orgasms he coaxed forth rocked her—but she sensed he had been holding back a part of him.

What was it that Raze had suggested? Touch him. Show him affection. Help him reconnect.

She slowly stood and moved in front of Venom. Gripping the bottom of her nightdress, she peeled it off and presented her naked body to him. She grasped his big, scarred hands and brought them to her bare breasts. Looking him right in the eye, she decided to be brave. Using harsh language that would shock him, she ordered, “Fuck me, Venom. Be rough with me.”

His nostrils flared. He squeezed her soft flesh with enough force to make her rise up on her toes. Pinching her nipples, he warned, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Dizzy.”

“I know that I want you.” She whimpered at the delicious arc of delight that accompanied the continued tweaking of her nipples. “I want to know all of you, Venom.”

In a flash of movement, Venom wrapped his brawny arm around her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. The couch softened the unexpected tumble. She gasped when he gripped her hips and dragged her knees up onto the cushion.

Gathering her hair in his hand, he pulled just hard enough to make her chin lift. His lips touched the shell of her ear. “Do you still want to know this side of me?”

Heart racing and belly wobbling, Dizzy had never been more excited in her life. Venom’s rough manhandling shouldn’t have been so arousing—but it was. Her clitoris pulsed and her pussy ached to be filled by him. Dizzy pushed back against the steely length of him trapped in those shorts. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me, Dizzy.” The arm clamped around her body loosened some.

“I’m not trying to prove anything.” Certain she was playing with fire, she ground her backside against the erection jammed against her body. “Fuck me.”

He clicked his teeth and whispered against her neck, “Such a dirty mouth.”

A little breathlessly, she taunted, “I’m sure you can think of a good use for it.”

“Tease.” In the next instant, he bit down on the sensitive curve there. She yelped but instead of feeling fear, she experienced only the heightened awareness of how good the flash of pain felt against the backdrop of arousal saturating her body.

Those rough yet loving hands roamed her naked skin. His fingers swept down her spine, followed the curve of her bottom and disappeared between her thighs. While he nipped and kissed at her shoulders, Venom probed her pussy. She could feel him holding back and using all the willpower he could muster to be gentle with her.

The slick wetness seeping from her core must have assured him that she wanted him, wanted this. She heard him push down his shorts before grasping her wrists and dragging them to the small of her back. With another pull, he pulled her down until her knees were dangling a few inches above the floor. The furniture here simply wasn’t built to accommodate her short stature.

Contorted and unable to hold up her body weight, she relied on the couch for support. Relaxing her shoulders and arms, she surrendered to his controlling touch. The head of his cock nudged her pussy. He swiveled his hips while stabbing at her entrance, teasing her with the promise of the coupling to come.

When he finally thrust into her, Dizzy cried out and closed her eyes. She couldn’t explain it but the rough way he loved her seemed to activate something hidden and secret within her. Venom took her with fast, hard strokes that made the couch shudder beneath them. Every plunging thrust of his cock made her body sing.

With a growl of frustration or lust—she couldn’t tell—Venom flipped her onto her back. She bounced a little on the couch cushion and was still trying to get her bearings when Venom gripped her inner thighs and dropped his mouth right down on her clit. “Oh!”

The wholly unexpected change in his tactic burned her right up. Dizzy cupped the back of his shaved head as he went wild between her thighs. His tongue fluttered over her throbbing bundle of nerves with such speed that she began to pant and rock her hips. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

The explosive climax ripped a scream from her throat. Bucking her hips, Dizzy rode the vacillating waves of her orgasm while clawing at Venom’s shoulders. She was still reeling from the unbelievably good vibrations of it when he straightened up and thrust back into her slick sheath.

Head thrown back, Dizzy delighted in the love bites he made on her neck and breasts. Venom pounded her pussy like a man gone feral. She gripped his rippling biceps and held on for dear life as he jackhammered her with that massive tool.

“Dizzy.” He uttered her name again and again. “Mine. Mine.”

“I’m yours.” She sensed he needed the reassurance as he chased his release. “I’m all yours.”

Lowering his head, he branded her mouth with a punishing, searing kiss. Slamming hard and deep, Venom went perfectly still for a second before shuddering against her. She lovingly caressed his arms and back as he filled her with his blazing-hot seed.

After the wicked, passionate things he had done to her, Dizzy didn’t know how she ever could have imagined one of those staid, white-collar types down in The City would make her happy. Venom had awakened desires within her that would never be sated by anyone but him.

“Are you all right?” he asked sometime later as they cuddled together on the couch. She had burrowed into his comforting heat and didn’t want to move.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes.” He gently tilted her face and kissed her with such sweet tenderness. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?” He sounded so worried.

“I’m sure.” Hoping to set his mind at ease, she admitted, “I enjoyed that a lot. The roughness, I mean.”

Seemingly pensive, Venom wound her hair around his finger. “It’s probably the Harcos blood running through your veins.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you read the pamphlet about why our people do sex differently than yours?”

“I sort of skimmed it.”

“Tomorrow you need to read the entire thing. Then we’ll talk about it. The short version? The biochemistry of our bodies is different. Harcos women needed a little pain to find pleasure.”