Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 71: More Than Lust

Chapter 71: More Than Lust

-Glyndon Walton: (Song of the Chapter: U. By Niteboi)

Y-Your parents..." I stuttered, though my hands betrayed me, already moving against her will.

Already untying her robe.

Kathrine was feasting on my neck, her lips hot, her tongue tracing, her teeth grazing the skin before she sucked, hard.

I gasped, my whole body tightening as heat coursed through me, sharp and dizzying.

She groaned against my throat, lifting her face just slightly. Her breath hit my damp skin, warm and ragged, her lips swollen from where she had been tasting me.

"I locked the door," she murmured, her voice husky, like she was annoyed I even asked.

Then she pulled away completely.

I should’ve felt relief.

But I didn’t.

I felt robbed.

And when she knelt on the bed in front of me, looking at me through hooded eyes, her lips curling into something slow and knowing—

I felt fucking doomed.

Kathrine leaned in just a fraction, close enough that I could smell the lingering scent of her shower, the way her bare skin glowed in the dim light.

My lips trembled.

My hands, however, did not.

They were already moving before I could even think to stop them, sliding over the silky fabric of her robe, fingers fumbling at the knot that held it together.

Kathrine watched me.

Dark eyes heavy, lips parted, breath coming in slow, measured waves that did nothing to hide the heat rolling off her in waves.

I swallowed hard.

I could still feel the ghost of her lips on my throat, neck, and collarbones, the lingering sting of her teeth grazing my skin, the way her breath had come out hot and shaky against my neck.

I was shaking too.

Not from fear.

Not from hesitation.

But from something worse.

Anticipation.

I tugged at the tie, and the knot came undone, the fabric slipping loose around her body.

It would take nothing—just a single push—for the robe to fall open completely.

Kathrine’s smirk deepened as she read me, as if she could hear the battle raging in my head.

As if she could feel the war between my restraint and my hunger.

She dropped her voice to a low murmur, tilting her head, running her fingers through her damp hair.

"What’s wrong, Glyndon?"

I inhaled sharply.

"You’re hesitating."

I clenched my jaw. "I’m not."

"Then strip me."

My breath stuttered.

A challenge.

A command.

A test to prove I am hesitating.

I will gladly prove her wrong.

I met her gaze, fingers twitching as I slowly reached up, slipping the robe off one shoulder.

She didn’t stop me.

She didn’t say a word, didn’t flinch—she just watched.

The fabric slid, revealing warm, smooth skin.

My fingertips brushed against her shoulder, and she shivered just slightly.

That small reaction sent a thrill down my spine.

She liked my touch.

I wanted to feel more of it.

I pulled at the other side of the robe, and this time, it fell open.

my breath hitched as if it’s my first time seeing her body.

"Touch me." She barked at me as a command, I gulped, staring into her eyes that heavily watching me.

She seems to be struggling to hold herself back from jumping me.

I bit my lower lip and looked down at her naked body, her tits free without a bra, her visible muscular stomach exposed. Her abs.

I gulped and extended my hand, gently scooping one of her tits, massaging it slowly "I... What do you like? Can you tell me?"

I could swear I saw a smirk forming on her mouth but she quickly hid it for some reason "Yeah? Why are you asking? Would you do what I like?"

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m not going to fight it anymore.

I’m done fighting this pleasure.

I will do everything that makes me feel good, and at this moment, it’s touching Kathrine.

" Yes, I will." Her eyes widened for a second before she smirks, and spoke " First get naked."

I did.

Immediately I started taking off every single thing that covered my body.

then I sat in front of her on the bed, I stared at her as she stared right back into my eyes before pushing me on the bed.

She smirked and moved her hand all over my body, mainly focusing on my stomach.

That made me feel insecure especially by looking at her rock hard abs earlier, I quickly moved up and pushed hand down " What are you doing?"

" I like how soft your body is. Now give it to me." She did not wait after saying this, instead she grabbed me by the hips and pulled back down on the bed before slowly starting to leave kisses all over my tummy.

I gulped and relaxed on the bed, watching as she slowly moved down to my pussy while holding eye contact with me.

God.

Why is something so wrong feels so good?

Being with a woman as a woman is wrong, unnatural, and forbidden in almost every religion, so why does it feel good? Why does it feel right?

I couldn’t keep overthinking this because soon after this I felt heat pooling in my womb when Kathrine’s tongue started caressing my clit before she could sucks it inside her mouth.

Fuck.

My legs tried to close naturally but Kathrine’s hands held them open as she feasted on my pussy until I ended flopping down on the bed like a rag doll after coming back from the high.

"Kathrine." I moaned her name when I felt her moving between my legs, until my left leg rested on her folded right one while her right leg rested on my left one.

I was confused at first because I genuinely had no clue what she was doing.

But I was not going to complain, I was not going to act like my body does not want this, I was not going to deny my lust that she triggers easily.

My confusion did not last long, because quickly after that, Kathrine pushed core closer to mine, spreading my pussy before bringing hers closer until our clits rested on each other.

With only the feeling of how wet she was against me, I was sent into a dry orgasm.

When I looked at her I found her smirking, then my breath hitched when she slowly started moving her pussy on mine, massagine my clit with hers, mixing our slicks.

Chills ran down my entire body, my toes curled when I felt an even larger amount of heat forming in my lower abdomen.

" Fuck...Kathrine... Please." At this point I had no clue what I was saying, all I wanted... All I need was more of this... More of her... More of her body.... More of her touch.

For some reason, today’s sex with Kathrine didn’t feel the same as the ones before.

Tonight felt special, more intimate, and Passionate.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved when she tied me up, I loved when she fucked me like I was her ragdoll, I loved them all.

Yes, I did admit it to myself but I would never admit it to someone else.

I’m just tired of lying to myself and trying to convince myself that I didn’t enjoy what she is doing to me.

So for now, I’m admitting how much I need her touch.

Back to why I feel like tonight is special, she is being gentle with me, she is not chocking me or gagging me with her fingers, today feels so much more than just sex.

"Kathrine~" I groaned her name as I was hit with another orgasm, I felt her clit twitching on mine and her soft moans turn into whimpers which means she also finishes.

Why does the thought of her orgasming with me sound so satisfying?

_______

"That’s my favorite shirt," Kathrine muttered.

I glanced at her, standing next to her opened closet, her hair still damp from the shower. She looked effortlessly good—barefoot, wearing only a pair of black shorts that sat low on her hips, her skin still glowing from the heat of the water.

I, on the other hand, felt like putty.

We had sex.

Twice.

And when we were done, she actually helped me to the bathroom, filled the bath for me like I was fragile or something, and then took her own shower.

And now here we were.

She tossed a shirt at me, and I caught it on instinct, blinking down at it.

It was an old, soft oversized shirt—worn-in gray cotton, with faded lettering on the front. I ran my fingers over the peeling design, recognizing it as some sports team logo, though I wasn’t sure which. The sleeves were cut slightly, like they’d been altered, and the fabric smelled like her.

Comforting. Warm. Faintly sweet beneath the scent of fresh laundry.

I pulled it over my head, feeling oddly comforted by the way it hung loosely around me, swallowing my smaller frame.

But the moment I looked back at Kathrine, she was glaring.

And then—

"If I find Alex’s cum stains on it, I’ll kill both of you."

I choked.

The laugh that burst out of me was so sudden, so unexpected, that it actually startled me.

I had no idea why I was laughing.

Or why I felt—

Happy.

But I did.

Something warm bloomed in my chest, something I didn’t want to think too hard about.

Kathrine just rolled her eyes, shoving me lightly toward her dresser, where she had already tossed a pair of sweatpants for me to wear.

"Get dressed, idiot."

And I did.