not maybe, definitely

Of all the reactions and responses Maverick had been able to elicit from Venom, the smile that stretched across her face while they made passionate love in the small, cozy den was hands down his favorite so far. He hadn't know her for long, but in that time, he could only recall seeing the Empress smile twice: once when she was airborne on his swing and now. It was a look that definitely suited her far better than that austere scowl, and a damn sight better than the tears he'd seen her shed when he'd left her after their first meeting. In this moment, Venom made him feel like he was king of the world, no matter how temporary that high was. There was nothing in life more important that the beautiful woman in his arms—which wasn't far from the truth for the vagabond who had nothing else in life but his freedom and his life. It was all he had ever really needed, though he could not deny the pleasures of favorable company.

The rest of the world had faded away entirely, leaving the two wolves to bask and revel in one another freely for the duration of the night. Nothing existed outside these den walls to Mav. All he saw was Venom's pleasure-hazy twilit eyes and enraptured smile on her face, all he could smell was her scent filling his nose and intoxicating him like a bump of cocaine, and all he felt was her, both inside and out, as she was wrapped around him in every conceivable way. There was something tantric and almost spiritual about the way their bodies moved, collided, worked together and against one another in the most pleasant of ways. It was as if the combination of their physical needs and intoxicated states had their souls entwined in passionate mating as well. Venom had opened herself up to him in ways that Maverick still hadn't to her, but the white and navy brute hadn't been that guarded to begin with. He'd welcomed Venom into his world with open arms, showed her how to embrace this side of her and explore her sexuality to grow and heal. It was more than he'd done for any other woman he'd flirted with or wooed on his travels, and if tonight was to be a temporary experience for them both, it would definitely remain a memory tattooed on his mind and soul for all eternity.

Though Maverick didn't believe in love at first sight or any of that romantic bullshit, he couldn't deny feeling a well of emotions as he watched Venom delight in their shared pleasures together. Or maybe that was just the euphoric effects of the drugs playing tricks on him. He couldn't be sure—but right now he didn't care to be sure. Rational thought was so far gone thanks to the substances he'd taken and he was content to just enjoy the ride and the high for however long it lasted. At some point it would end and they would both need to come down, but that was a worry for future Maverick, and that guy was a lonely prick who was apathetic and jaded with the world. He could deal with it later. Excited eyes watched while Venom's rolled back in her head and closed with heaving breaths, watching the ecstasy flitter across her expression with every roll of her hips and each thrust of his. She whispered his name and Mav trembled in the fae's hold, groaning deep in his chest. He pressed his muzzle to the hollow of her throat, nuzzling up along her collarbone while drinking in deep breaths of her scent. A prick of Venom's unique feline claws along his back sent thrills rushing down his spine and coaxing another guttural groan from the man. He hadn't noticed these mutations of Venom's before now, though he was swiftly becoming intimately familiar with them.

Time meant nothing in here, and as it slipped by without notice to him, Maverick felt the heat between him and Venom grow. He wanted to relish in the Empress' magnificent body in every way he knew how to. He wanted to bring her to peaks of pleasure she hadn't ever imagined before. But he couldn't tonight—not in the state she was in. It was fine; if anything, it helped him take things nice and easy for his lover. She could enjoy all of the passions they shared without risk of injury, while still being treated as the powerful woman she was and not like some porcelain trophy to be kept on a shelf. White toes flexed against the ground and curled as his pleasure mounted, the tension in his belly growing to unbearable levels. How long had they been coupled? A few minutes? An hour? More? He'd lost track of time being enveloped in Venom. His grunts and groans deepened and became more frequent, his movements shorter and growing erratic as he neared his plateau.

Clutching tight to Venom as if she might disappear otherwise, Maverick parted panting jaws to gingerly nip at the base of the fae's throat, burying his face into her chest as his body tensed and then exploded with a loud, breathless moan. He pressed hard into Venom, body quivering from tip to tail, muscles tensing and flexing with his climax. Once more he moaned Venom's name for all the world to hear, refusing to let her go or cease his movements until he'd brought her crashing into blissful satisfaction along with him.

"Maverick"