Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 34: First Kiss

Chapter 34: First Kiss

-Kathrine Andrews: (song of the Chapter: Donk by Beyoncé)

I watched her, unable to suppress the smirk that tugged at my lips.

There was no humor in it, just something darker—something that knew she was breaking apart, but still, I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Her tears fell, silent but steady, as she began to unravel before me.

Her body trembled with the weight of her emotions, her hands clutching her hair in a desperate attempt to make sense of it all.

I could see the struggle inside her—the denial, the confusion. She couldn’t understand why something so wrong felt so good.

And then she said it—something about hell, about being damned.

I could feel her words hit me, but they didn’t touch me, not in the way she thought they would.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be like me, to feel the things she was feeling. She was trying to convince herself that this was wrong.

But I didn’t care about any of it. Not the guilt, not the fear, not the tears. I didn’t believe in the hell she feared.

I didn’t care for any of it—the rules, the morality, the supposed consequences of loving someone.

I didn’t believe in the hell she feared, or heaven, for that matter.

People said that love between two women, or two men, was wrong, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe in their rules or their judgments.

What was wrong? Killing someone? Hurting someone? That was wrong.

But loving? Loving wasn’t wrong, and it never would be.

There was no hell for me, no punishment waiting at the end. There was only love and the attraction I had for women.

So, I just smiled, watching her break down, my gaze unwavering as I pulled her closer, no longer caring about the storm she was trying to weather inside herself.

She was still freaking out,

She couldn’t seem to stop herself from blaming me, claiming that I had tainted her, that I had infected her with something she couldn’t get rid of.

I could see it now—this wasn’t about me. It was about her struggle to come to terms with something that was making her question everything she thought she knew about herself.

It was panic.

I’d heard it before. I’d seen it in other people, in the way they reacted when they realized they weren’t straight when the world they’d built around themselves crumbled.

I knew who I was from a very early age, and I never doubted it.

I just looked at my mom one day and said, "Hey, I don’t think I like boys." She just smiled and said, "Why don’t you try girls?" So I did. I tried girls, and I liked it. I didn’t overthink it. I just accepted it.

I went back to my mom and told her I liked being with girls, and she said, "Well, that’s pretty cool. That means you’re gay." I shrugged and said, "Okay, I’m gay." And that was it.

I told my parents, I told my siblings, and everyone was fine with it.

There was no drama, no shame, no fear. It was just simple. My family was open-minded, and supportive, not religious, and that made everything easier.

But I knew not everyone was as lucky as I was.

Not everyone had the freedom to be themselves without fear of rejection, without feeling like they were somehow not ’normal’.

She didn’t have that. She was struggling, and I could see it. I could feel it. It wasn’t about me.

She suddenly stopped, her panicked breath stilling for a moment as her gaze shifted, locking onto me.

I could see her eyes darting all over my body like she was trying to commit every inch of me to memory, and I could feel the weight of her stare, making my skin burn.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

It was almost as if she was standing at the edge of something she didn’t know how to handle.

And then, without another word, she started to move toward me, her body hesitant but determined.

I could feel her trembling as she stopped just in front of me, so close that I could almost taste her fear.

Her hands reached out, trembling as they gently ran through my hair, each touch soft, almost reverent.

She was mesmerized by the way my hair fell, by the way it felt under her fingers, but I wasn’t content with just that.

I couldn’t help it. The words slipped out before I could stop them, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "You know you can touch more than just my hair, right?"

Her eyes flickered down my body, and for a brief moment, it felt like she was taking in everything—the curve of my body, the way I was sitting, the way I was looking at her as if she was seeing me for the first time.

And then, like a switch had been flipped, her hands moved, sliding down to my huge thighs.

The sudden warmth of her touch made my pulse race, and before I knew it, she was straddling me, one leg on each side of my lap.

I could barely breathe as she cupped my face, and the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine.

The kiss came out of nowhere—sweet, unexpected, but overwhelming.

My eyes widened in surprise, but slowly, my body reacted. I closed my eyes, diving into the kiss, my hands moving instinctively to pull her closer, to feel the softness of her skin against mine.

Her lips were gentle at first, hesitant, but as the kiss deepened, so did the pressure.

Her tongue brushed against mine, and it was like an electric current surged between us.

Her hands moved across my body, exploring me with a curiosity that made my heart race.

My hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, not wanting to lose this connection, this feeling.

The kiss became more urgent, and desperate, and slowly, I began to lean back, guiding us both until my back hit the mattress.

She followed, grinding against me, her core rubbing against mine in a slow, deliberate motion.

The sensation sent a tight knot of desire straight to my abdomen, and I couldn’t help but wish we were both naked, that the clothes between us were nothing but a barrier to be torn away.

I wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel her completely. My body ached with need, and the rhythm of her grinding made everything blur into a haze of heat.

Just when I thought we were on the verge of losing ourselves completely, she suddenly broke away, pulling back with wide, terrified eyes.

Her breath was shaky, her body trembling as she scrambled off of me, almost as if she’d just realized what she was doing.

Panic flooded her face, and before I could say anything, she bolted toward the door, locking it behind her with trembling hands.

She ran from me, and I watched her go, my heart racing, the heat still pulsing in my body.

She was gone, but I knew, this wasn’t over. It couldn’t be.

I looked to the side, her phone and wallet were on the floor.