Chapter 258: How many inches...is that?

Ice and electricity collide from our connected lips, and Theo could swear to the Moon Goddess that it felt like planets colliding.

Most likely Venus and Uranus.

The energy feels... astronomical, and every slightest touch bears a new star across the galaxy.

Theo wasn’t sure how she was even feeling anymore, but she was pretty sure she had been raised all the way to the heavens and was hanging there by the power his lips possessed, and the ferocious freezing ice that slowly turned into a feverish, heavy heat.

He kissed her passionately. Heavily. Almost brutally. And Theo was pretty sure she would come out with a temporary stutter once all this was over.

And she would love it.

Because she was pulling him even closer, the moans slipping free, asking him for more. It’s like she wanted to make up for all that lost time at this moment. She wanted him to touch her till she thought about these past few months and couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t a part of her skin.

Her teeth ground against his bottom lip, and he emitted a dark, sexy rumble she was pretty sure had been cooked up from the depths of hell.

"Oh, Venom," He purred against her lips, his wandering hands settling between her neck and her breasts, "That’s it for me. I won’t be able to pull away,"

She wrapped her legs around his torso, grinding herself against his rigid body, "Just as I want," She whispered back.

She heard him hiss, and then clothes were flying. Her oversized clothes were off, and he was now bare-chested.

She stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was actually some kind of God that had descended to earth and had taken the form of a human. Because...what?!

It was genuinely... astounding for anyone to look like this.

His chest was broad and sculpted, thick muscle stretching beneath smooth, pale skin, and his shoulders were wide enough to make her feel tiny beside him. Faint veins traced beneath his skin, disappearing beneath the hard lines of his abdomen.

But it was the marks that stole her attention.

New black markings crawled across his chest like living shadows, beginning near his heart before branching outward in jagged, intricate patterns.

Some curled over his collarbone and disappeared beneath his shoulder, while others stretched down his ribs, almost resembling dark veins—or cracks in his skin through which something ancient was trying to escape.

They pulsed faintly.

She reached out to touch it, unable to help herself. It felt rock hard against her touch, and the markings itself were... strangely warm.

When she looked up at him, his eyes were closed, and he was half-biting his lips with a dangerous, pleasing look on his face.

He opened his eyes again, and they met hers. She really did have a hold on him that should be impossible.

Still holding her gaze, he leaned down and kissed again, causing more stars to be born between their lips. She kissed him back without holding back, her hands still tracing every hard inch of his chest, carving everything to her foggy memory.

She would not forget this!!

She wrapped her legs around his torso again, pulling him harder against her. This time, his lips were trembling from pleasure and he slipped again, causing more of his weight to fall on her.

That was her intention.

It came with a little...no, a big surprise.

He pressed against her body, and a shudder travelled between their bodies. Theo froze for a moment, her lungs expelling out any air that it had managed to suck in during their kiss.

She blinked, wondering — and hoping that her brain wasn’t just exaggerating what she was feeling right now.

Slowly, she looked up at him.

The beautiful man wrapped in shadows had a knowing, wicked smile on his face, and his silver eyes glowed in the darkness.

Her lips parted for words to come out, but her throat was dry and her words never made it out. Not even a single noise.

He smirked harder like he couldn’t hold back and pressed another kiss to the corner of her lips, the added pressure making her freeze up even more.

There’s no way!

There’s absolutely no-fucking-way!

"Uhmmm," Her throat was so itchy, and she wasn’t sure how to go about asking, "Uhmm, are you uhmmm, is it possible that you gotten bitten by something down there," Her face was so red by now, "Or you hit something and...it got swollen?"

"No," The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Wow!" She swallowed tightly, "Okay...I...see,"

Nope! She didn’t see at all.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

No, she was more fascinated than scared.

But there was definitely some fear.

Mostly because it was already feeling this huge even with his pants still on.

"Are you...," she swallowed again, "Are you...over ten inches?" She wasn’t even going to start on his girth.

He took her hand in his, leading it down his chest to the front of his pants, "Check it out for yourself," He replied huskily.

She looked at his face again, and the evil grin in his eyes. Suddenly, she was rethinking her decision and simply wanted to go back to sleep.

"It won’t bite you, Venom,"

"I don’t believe you,"

"I promise," He chuckled.

She drew in what was one of the deepest breath a person could take in, before she slowly pulled down his zipper.

The strain in front of his pants instantly became worse, like a trapped living thing finally about to be set free. She looked up at him again, and this time he managed to keep the evil look away for just two seconds till her attention was back on his trousers.

The moment she pulled it down, she knew it would end up being the end of it.

What sprang free between their bodies was so long that she was afraid to look at it directly, snapping her attention back to his silver eyes.

What the—

A wolves physiology down there was usually made bigger than that of humans. But that, right there was bigger than what she knew was within the range.

She could feel it pressing against her belly with even more strain than it was while within his pants, and whenever he moved, the cold would drag across her skin and made her feel like it had been set on cold fire — if that even made sense but it couldn’t be explained in any other way.

"You’re scared," He murmured, cupping her face again.

"What? No...,"

"You’re such a beautiful liar," He said, bringing his forehead to hers. His lips brushed against hers, and he gently took her hand again and led it down the path between their bodies.

"What are you—"

"I want you to feel it," He said to her, his voice damp from desire, "First step to overcoming one’s fear is to face it,"

Her hands trembled as he led her even closer to it. She finally touched the hardened skin, and he gently helped her wrap her tiny hands around the base, as far as it could wrap.

She let out a sharp breath when she could wrap her hands around it completely. Hell! She’d barely gotten over halfway of his girth!

"This is—"

"Shshhhhhhhh," He did it with his mouth, stealing her breath again before he pulled back, "Just feel. Get accustomed to it with your hands before I stretch that pussy out with it,"

Woah!

If cheeks could combust, hers would have gone up in flames by now.

She slowly began tracing the length of it, pulling her hands up the veiny, throbbing skin of it. She carried her palm across every inch, holding her breath as she waited and hoped to reach the tip soon.

Once she was over ten inches and still wasn’t at the top, she knew she was officially screwed.

Every finger shook as she dragged her hand up, and Sylas clenched his teeth and held back the need to throw her legs apart and storm into her till she could feel him in places he shouldn’t be.

Finally, she reached the tip of his member and she was too stunned to say a word.

What in the absolute...!!

How the hell is that even possible?!

"Sylas...," She almost didn’t even hear herself, "That...that could never fit. Not in a million years,"

"No, Venom," He dragged his tongue along the seams of her lips, "I’d fit a fucking billion times because you were made to take me,"