not maybe, definitely

Don't stop. Those two perfect little words were the last coherent things Maverick heard fall from Venom's lips while he trailed his mouth down over her perfect body, teasing and tempting her with what would only be an inevitability by now. He had told Venom to tell him when to stop, and then she had given herself wholly over to him. Not one to disappoint a lady or refuse a request of a lover, the renegade wolf had no intentions of stopping now. The breathless desperation in her voice was like music to his ears and it had the dire brute practically purring with delight. He reveled in Venom's sensual need, craved her pleasure and satisfaction almost as much as she did. Maverick was the kind of man to get off on his lover's enjoyment, but even more so he was the kind of man to get off on a successful conquest. Venom had been his challenge; someone so uptight and wound up within the decorum and expectations of her station that she had literally starved herself of everything that made her a wolf, a woman, a living being. But it wasn't a cage she'd trapped herself in, but a chrysalis, and now he was helping her to emerge as a beautiful creature of raw sexual energy, born anew from the ashes of her old life like a radiant phoenix.

All the while he teased and pleased her, Maverick held Venom's inebriated gaze, loving the looks on her face and the ravenous gleam in her eyes that spurred him on as he placed his mouth upon parts of the empress no other wolf likely had before. There was an element of risqué and taboo to it that he quite enjoyed. Watching this monarch come undone for him was a high unlike any other! Oh, but he wasn't done yet—far from it! Until he had Venom writhing and crying out her passion to the star-filled heavens, Maverick would not be content. That first moment when his tongue touched warm and supple flesh and he heard the gasping moans Venom made, he knew he was in for the greatest night of his life. The corners of his lips curled up into a roguish grin while he held her gaze, letting her watch while he began to ravage her with tongue and mouth as he took his first true taste of Venom—and then proceeded to devour her.

Guttural growls of primal delight rumbled deep within the brute's chest while he worked on bringing Venom the most exquisite ecstasy a man could provide to a woman. He was gentle, he was slow, letting Venom adjust to his touches and motions. He was also eager, ferocious as he sought out spots that made the fae in his grasp squirm and kick and twitch and moan for him, committing those spots to memory and repeating the actions that had caused such a response from her body to bring her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure. Large paws flexed over her waist to readjust his grip on her hips, giving her total autonomy to move about and writhe as she pleased on the bed, but giving her no inch to try and slip away from him. She was his now, and he wasn't going to let her go until they were both spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Delighted murrs purred in the brute's throat while he watched Venom's sunset eyes roll back in her head, losing herself to him. He flexed his claws, letting their points dance and rake across her waist while he probed deeper yet with an enthusiastic tongue, savoring the flavor of Venom and the experience that she was. This was but the appetizer to the main course; in due time he would have the Ashen empress, but not before he had her breathless and shaking, moaning his name for all the world to hear. Then he would gladly introduce his twilight-eyed lover to even deeper pleasures and euphorias for the rest of the night until they collapsed in a heap together. A fitting way to spend an evening for the pair. But first he would hear her sing.

"Maverick"