Neon & Nets (Venom Next Gen #1)

Bonus Epilogue Knight

I push the door open to Sofia’s jewelry store, a small bell chiming above me as I step inside. Every time I come here, it makes me happy that I bought it for her. The space is every bit my fiancée—elegant but warm, with soft lighting that highlights the handmade pieces displayed in glass cases lining the walls. It’s a blend of modern and vintage, the perfect reflection of Sofia’s style. Dark wood floors meet exposed brick walls, and the scent of lavender drifts through the air from a little diffuser in the corner. Jewelry is arranged like works of art, each piece nestled on velvet cushions or hung delicately on ornate stands. It’s not just a store—it’s a place where you feel like you’re stepping into a piece of Sofia’s heart.

She’s behind the counter, her back to me as she adjusts a necklace on one of the displays. Her long, dark hair is pulled into a loose braid, and she’s wearing a simple black dress that clings to her in all the right ways. I can’t help but smile—she looks so at home here, surrounded by the pieces she’s poured her heart into.

“Hey, gorgeous girl,” I call softly, holding up the takeout bags in one hand and a blanket in the other. “I brought lunch.”

Sofia turns, her face lighting up when she sees me. “Knight! You didn’t have to do that.” She glances at the bags, a little laugh escaping her. “Any special occasion?”

“Thought we could have a picnic.” I nod toward the blanket. “You’ve been working so hard getting this place perfect. Figured we could take a break, close the shop for a bit, and have some time to ourselves.”

Her eyes soften, and she steps out from behind the counter, walking over to me with that smile that still manages to knock the breath out of me. “You always think of everything, don’t you?”

“Only for you.” I wink and set the blanket down in the middle of the floor, between the display cases. It feels intimate, like we’re stealing a moment just for us, away from the rest of the world. I lay out the takeout containers—sushi, because it’s her favorite—and she grabs a couple of pillows from the bench near the window, tossing them onto the blanket.

After I lock the door and put out the ‘BE BACK IN AN HOUR’ sign, we sit down, and I hand her a pair of chopsticks. “I know you’ve been working nonstop. Thought I’d come by and remind you to eat.”

Sofia grins as she takes a piece of sushi. “I didn’t realize owning a shop meant I’d forget basic human functions, but here we are.” She gestures around, her eyes twinkling with pride. “It’s crazy to think this is mine. I still can’t believe it sometimes. If I haven’t told you lately how much I love it, I’m telling you now.”

I lean back, watching her, completely mesmerized. “You deserve it, Sof. You’ve worked your ass off to get here.”

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. She leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Thank you. For all of this. For believing in me.”

“I’ll always believe in you,” I murmur, my hand sliding into her hair. “This is just the beginning, you know. You’re gonna take over the world. I’m just gonna be the man at your side. I’ll be forever known as Sofia Rossi’s husband.”

She laughs, leaning into me, and as we sit there in the quiet of her shop, surrounded by everything she’s built, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

We linger there for a while, the high-stakes Vegas world outside her shop feeling miles away. The soft hum of the city barely reaches us, as if this space—her space—is a quiet corner of the universe made just for us. Lunch is simple but perfect, a comfortable silence settling between us as we eat, share glances, and laugh over old memories. But there’s an energy in the air, something shifting between us, unspoken but undeniable. The way she looks at me, the way her hand lingers on mine... it’s like the space between us is shrinking, charged with something deeper, something more.

No matter what we’re doing—whether we’re just sitting here talking or sharing a quiet moment—I always want more with Sofia. It’s like she has this pull on me that I can’t shake, and honestly? I don’t want to.

I don’t just want to love her, I want to consume her.

She turns me on more than anyone ever could, just being in her presence does something to me. The way her lips curve when she laughs, the way her eyes light up when she’s lost in a moment… hell, even the way she absentmindedly plays with her hair has me thinking of ways to pull her closer and do things to her. She’s gorgeous in a way that takes my breath away, and every time I look at her, I’m hit with the same thought—I’m the luckiest guy in the world because she’s mine.

Almost as if she can read my mind, Sofia bites her lip, fidgeting with a small box she pulls from beneath the counter. “I, uh... I made something for myself. It’s not for sale,” she says, her voice quieter than usual. “I’m kinda embarrassed, so don’t make fun of me.”

“I would never, ever make fun of you. Not for any reason.” I raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Sof, I love everything you make. Let me see it.”

“It’s kind of personal,” she whispers. She hesitates for a moment, then reaches for a box and opens it.

My eyes widen when I see the handmade butt plug nestled inside. It’s iridescent crystal with a spectacular emerald-green stone adorning the handle. My dick thickens before I even have a rational thought about what this means. Sofia knows how much I love her ass. Squeezing it. Licking it. Spanking it. Seeing it decorated with this will be almost more than I can take.

She glances to the box and then up at me. “Are you embarrassed that I made this?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” I yank her forward and kiss her mouth hard. “Take that thing in the back room and strip. Get on your hands and knees on the daybed and wait until I get there.” My gritty voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

I race back up to the condo to grab lube faster than I ever have in my life. I’m not going to be satisfied until I slide my dick inside my gorgeous fiancée with that green stone sparkling inside her little puckered hole.

When I open the door and see her waiting for me, ass in the air just like I asked her, my cock twitches. “Good girl, Sofia. Look at you, listening so well.”

The sight of her there, exposed and vulnerable, triggers a deep animalistic hunger within me. I can barely control my breathing as I approach her from behind, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reach out to caress her silky skin, she quivers under my touch, arousal glistening on her inner thighs. I think back to the first time we were together when she masturbated for me and asked me to finger her ass. The time I got a little too exuberant and nutted before I could slide inside her. That’s not going to happen today.

Sofia’s skin is warm and smooth under my fingertips, and I trace the curves of her hips with the tips of my fingers. Her breathing hitches as I run my hands over her plump ass cheeks. This exquisite creature, mine since I even knew what that meant, yearns for me as much as I yearn for her.

I slowly slick up the crystal plug, feeling its cool surface in my hand. It’s not just a sex toy. It’s more like an extension of Sofia herself—a piece of her soul. She made it with her own two hands only to be worn and used by me, and that thought sends a tidal wave of desire straight to my dick. Opening the bottle of lube, I pour a generous amount into my hand.

After spreading the slick liquid over my fingers, it glides against my skin. Sofia’s rapid breathing fills the air, heightening my senses as I prepare to claim her. I press my fingers against her entrance, feeling the warm embrace of her body as she slowly yields to my touch.

Her muscles quiver beneath my fingertips as I slowly insert them into her tight opening. Her breath hitches and I feel her body tremble in response. The resistance is strong at first but slowly melts away as I continue to push in, feeling her accept my intrusion as my balls start to ache.

“Ready, sweet girl?”

At her nod, I gently remove my fingers from her entrance, and Sofia whimpers softly at the loss of contact.

“I want it inside me, Knight. I want to feel full.”

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I place the glistening plug at the entrance of Sofia’s puckered hole. With deft fingers, I push it inside slowly, marveling at its silky texture against her soft skin. Watching it disappear into her body is like witnessing a secret ritual between us, one that only we share.

As the stone adornment winks at me from between her cheeks, my cock throbs and jerks. Her sweet scent fills the air, mingling with the aroma of the rare gemstones and precious metals surrounding us. This whole damn scene is intoxicating, a potent mix of lust and devotion that fills every corner of this office.

“Oh, Knight,” Sofia moans softly as I work the plug deeper within her, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through me. “That feels so good.”

I give her right ass cheek a gentle slap. “Play with your clit while I fill you up.”

Her fingers find their way between her folds, her delicate touch sending shivers racing down my spine. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so vividly alive, every movement steeped in pure desire and submission to me.

As the plug reaches its full depth, she shifts slightly, rocking gently against it. Her hips undulate rhythmically beneath me. The sight almost brings me to my knees. This is my woman, mine, surrendering to raw need she displays so freely when we’re together.

My cock leaks pre-cum like a faucet left running, my need to get inside Sofia growing ever more intense. With trembling hands, I reach around to cup one of her breasts, feeling its fullness beneath my palm. Her nipple hardens, an exquisite little bud that I can’t resist pinching with my thumb and forefinger.

“Say my name,” I whisper, my voice rough with sexual hunger. “Who owns this ass?” I need to hear it—I need to feel our connection deepen with each whispered word.

“Knight,” she breathes, her voice shaking slightly with arousal and desperation for my touch. The sound sends another jolt of pleasure through me.

As I pull down my joggers, my eyes never leave her body. Every inch of her skin is flushed with desire, her breathing in perfect synchronicity with mine. In this moment, time seems to stand still. There is only us, our love, and the unspoken promises that flow between us.

With slow and deliberate movements, I position myself behind her. The plug inside her shines like a beacon, guiding me to the place where we are most connected. As I slip inside her slick heat in one powerful thrust, I feel the resonance of the emerald stone against my thigh and it ties us together on a primal level.

Our bodies find a rhythm that has no beginning or end. Each thrust deeper into her is like a promise of forever—a claim to the depths of her soul that no one else could possibly understand or replicate.

She moans softly each time my cock hits paydirt. “I feel so full. God, it’s incredible.”

“You’re so sexy, babe. You take the plug so well. Just like you take my cock. I love filling you up. So fucking full that you’ll never get me out.” Our breathing is in sync, fast and heavy. Both of us are lost in this moment.

Sofia’s fingers continue to caress herself, creating ripples of pleasure that echo throughout our shared space. Her walls tighten around me in response to each touch until I break. I reach around again, finding her slick folds and sliding up to her needy little clit. Her walls clench eagerly around my dick as if they want to suck me dry.

The air is filled with anticipation. Sofia’s breath hitches as she feels my fingers caressing her swollen nub, mingling with the other sensations of being filled in both her ass and her pussy. Her moans grow louder and more fervent, urging me on. As she surrenders herself to the pleasure, I become more intense in my movements. Her wetness coats my fingers and my cock, the sound of our bodies coming together amplifying our passion and driving us further into our trance-like state.

I groan aloud as I feel the familiar buildup of tension in my balls, signaling my impending release. “Sofia,” I murmur, “Can’t last much longer, babe. Are you close?” The words barely escape my lips before I feel a wave of euphoria wash over me. I let go of her wet folds and use my right hand to place a hard slap to her ass.

She says, breathlessly, “Yes, Knight. I’m so close… I can feel it building inside me. The plug is driving me wild, and your cock… I love feeling you inside me. So, so deep.”

Sofia gasps and moans as she continues to pleasure herself while riding my cock. Her hips sway in time with her movements, and her fingers move in a steady rhythm across her clit. The sight of her in this state is almost as intoxicating as the feel of her around me.

Her voice sends shivers down my spine as I struggle to hold back my own release. “That’s it, Sofia,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear, hugging her tightly from behind. “Let go for me. I want all of it.”

This time, I smack her left cheek until it blazes bright pink. My girl’s body tenses for a moment before releasing a scream unlike anything I have ever heard before. Her walls tighten around me as waves of pleasure wash over us both. “Oh God, Knight!” she cries out again, so loud that it resonates in my ears.

Her encouragement is the final push I need. With one final deep thrust, I bottom out inside her before spasming inside her walls, filling her with my hot release.

I collapse one top of her, and we roll over onto our sides in the day bed, holding each other close as our breathing returns to normal. Slowly and gently, I remove the plug from her ass and set it on the end table.

“I love you, Sofia,” I whisper, my voice filled with emotion. “More than words can possibly express. That might be my favorite thing you’ve ever made. Besides my lucky necklace, of course.”

She turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine in the dimly lit room. “I love you too, Knight,” she says softly. “With every fiber of my being. I think I always have.”

We remain entwined for what feels like hours, lost in the afterglow. The world outside fades away as we focus solely on each other. I’ve always loved her—long before I even understood what that meant. She’s everything to me, more than hockey, more than anything I’ve ever known. I’d give up the game, hell, I’d give my life, if it meant she’d always be safe, always be mine.

“I should probably get back to work before customers send out a search party,” she says finally, extricating herself from my limbs.

As we dress, our hands occasionally brush against each other, sending shivers of anticipation down our spines. Even in the aftermath of such an intense experience, our chemistry remains undeniable—constantly reminding us of the deep bond that connects us.

We make eye contact in the mirror, reflecting the shared passion and devotion that courses through us. There is no need for words; we understand each other completely, without voicing a single thought.

I look at her, standing there with her cheeks still flushed a rosy shade of pink, her eyes still a little shy, like she has no idea how much she means to me. How could she? Hell, sometimes I can’t believe it. This woman—this incredible, strong, gorgeous woman—is mine. Every day I wake up next to her, and it’s like I’m waiting for someone to tell me it’s all a dream. That any second, I’ll lose her.

But she’s real. And before long, she’ll have my last name.

I can’t stop the thought that’s been running through my head for months now. I want to put a baby in her. The idea of Sofia pregnant, carrying our child, makes something tighten in my chest. She’s going to look so beautiful, glowing with that sweet little belly, and knowing she’s carrying a part of me... of us? Damn, I don’t think my heart’s ready for that. But I want it. Badly.

I’m ready for the life we’re building together. The future I see so clearly every time I look at her. Her laughter filling our home, kids running around on my Dad’s grass until it has track marks, and that feeling I never thought I’d have—the kind of love that’s so big, it almost hurts. She’s everything I never knew I wanted, and now I can’t wait for what’s next.

Because with her? Forever feels like it’s just getting started.

*****

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