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Chapter 137 of "Tempting Venom" opens showing suspense: āAnd high on pills, so this means nothing.āThen I claim his lips.Itās not fire or... Continue the adventure!
āAnd high on pills, so this means nothing.ā
Then I claim his lips.
Itās not fire or fireworks. Itās pressure, like gravity, like someone cracked open my chest and forcibly let the light in.
He tastes like temptation and actual air. Like bad decisions wrapped in smoke. Like sin coated in blood.
And Iām ravenous.
I fist his hair as I deepen the kiss, claiming his tongue, moaning into his mouth. Marcus grunts deep in his throat, grabbing my nape, dragging me closer to kiss me harsher, like he canāt get enough.
As if, like me, he can finallybreathe.
For one impossible second, I stop hearing the static.
Just his breath. Just mine.
Justthis.
āFuck.ā He drags his lips from mine, and thatās when I realize thereās the sound of an engine approaching.
Marcus helps me up, and I sway, my eyes still on his lips. Iā¦need more.
Just atiny bit.
āI sent Kane a text when I was talking to you. So thatās probably him or Jude.ā Heās speaking, but Iām not hearing him, my head kind of gravitating toward him.
He brushes his lips against mine briefly, then pulls away before I can kiss him properly, and a sort of ache blossoms between my ribs.
āI donāt think we need the complication of them seeing this.ā He steadies me, his fingers lingering on my arm for a bit. āIāll text you.ā
āMmm.ā
āBaby?ā
āYeah?ā I finally meet his eyes. Heās smiling now, and I think I like that smile.
āWill you be okay?ā
āDonāt treat me like Iām a fucking princess.ā
āThere you are.ā He strokes my cheek. āGood to have you back.ā
And then his hand drops from my face, and heās gone too soon.
I stand there, no longer floatingācrashing down to earth as he slides on his helmet and hops on his bike.
The one I got himāafter I burned his actual bike, but details.
As his engine revs, he glances back at me, but I donāt see him. Heās all bathed in black, his helmet hiding him from me, but he seesme.
Allof me.
I probably look like a deranged lunatic, all smudged with dirt and smelling of alcohol and smoke. But he doesnāt look away.
For several breaths, he remains still and justā¦stares.
And Iām breathing harshly because, what the fuck? Why am I feelingā¦strange?