not maybe, definitely

Maverick had her fully in his grasp, she’d already been lost to him the moment she accepted his offer of alcohol. When she leaned into his side she had accepted his dominance over her, and relinquished the control she so carefully cultivated. He found her when she was vulnerable, and he delivered her drugs to forget the troubles beyond these walls. All that mattered now was the warmth of their bodies upon his makeshift bed. There was a heta between them that Maverick very carefully tended to within her, building and feeding into her pleasures. All while he found the coil within her to the point of untamable release.

Venom was led to a place she hadn’t ever been before, pleasure for the sake of it. She indulged in drink, herb, and this man all because she could. This handsome brute that brought her to heights previously unimaginable. Venom was mostly blind to this side of life, she was loyal to Hattori and their time alone together was infrequent at best. In their time together she hadn’t ever been made to feel quite like this. Like making her feel this good was Maverick’s sole life purpose.

His movements were practiced and gentle, but tailored specifically to Venom and her unique body, With every gasp he learned her better, and with a ravenous appetite he led her over the edge of the vast high he gave her. As he so desired she squirmed in his grasp as her body released, all of its tension from before, everything he had created in her, again and again, wave after wave. Maverick never left her, and held her tightly until she stilled and gasped for breath in recovery.

Maverick drew closer to her, smirking as he nipped at her white toes playfully. It was a subtle sign of affection that went deeper than just this intimate encounter. He cared about her beyond this, he wasn’t just a stranger off the street. He held her head and hips with care, he made her feel like a precious jewel to behold. As requested, there was no stopping and even though positioned perfectly together Maverick hesitated, with his lips brushing against hers.

Venoms pale paws wove through the fur of his neck and chest as she was lulled by his soft clearwater gaze. "Yes, Maverick.” She whispered in return, still breathless against his lips as he pressed against her. He metaphorically held out his paw for her to leap with him. She let go, threw caution to the wind, clung to him, and gave herself over to the three primal pleasures he brought her. She put her trust in him for the night, and more importantly he was given a part of her heart.

"Venom"