Page 119 of The Heart of a Villain

We both moan when his hard-on thrust into me, my core clenching at the contact, and I tighten my hold on him, my fingers sinking into his hair and angling his head for better access, the kiss becoming almost painful.

The pain mixes with lust, though, creating a frenzy within me, and he hisses, tearing his mouth away when my nails claw his back and he slides his lips to my throat.

Rush spins us around, taking us somewhere, not that I care.

I don’t care about anything as long as he sustains this need that urges me to fall down the abyss if bliss is waiting for me at the end of it.

With each step, his thick bulge digs into my clit, delivering hot flashes all over me while my core becomes even wetter, the panties feeling foreign on me, and I wish to rip them away so nothing separates me from him.

The straps of my dress skate to my arms, my nipples probing against the dress and probably sticking out through the thin cloth while everything in me begs for his touch and mouth to soothe the fire consuming me.

My ass connects with a flat surface and it takes me a second to realize he put me on the table and the candlelight mixed with the moonlight create a rather dangerous and sinister atmosphere all around us. Rush looks at me with wildness in his gaze, promising me punishment and pleasure alike.

After all, he’s a man who is used to getting what he wants and right now I’m the single source of his focus, a man who comes after whom he thinks belongs to him.

He won’t rest until he stakes his claims all over me and my muscles clench, already anticipating how his cock would feel inside me as he drives into me over and over again. “Is your pussy wet for me, Aileen?” he asks, fisting the hem of my dress on both my thighs and sliding them upward, and a shiver rushes down my spine at the cold air settling on my skin, although I barely feel it through the burning sensations enveloping me. “What do you want, darling?”

I gasp when he reaches my hips and opens up my center covered by the thin lace panties.

“My tongue stabbing into your silky folds until you come, gripping my hair and raising your hips up?”

The air hitches in my lungs at the picture he paints in my head while his hands continue to drift upward to the zipper on my back and he slowly slides it down, the zipping sounds turning me on even more because it brings me closer to the pleasure he promises with every breath he takes.

“My fingers preparing you for me?” He presses his hand on my chest, making me lean on mine and exposing my chest for him when he grips at the dress, pulling it down until my small breasts spring free. He leans forward, sucking on the tight peek as my moan echoes through the space.

My fingers tangle in his hair once again, pressing him closer to me as he lavishes my nipple with attention, flicking his tongue over the tip a few times and coating it in saliva before sucking it in his mouth again, for sure leaving hickeys in his wake.

“Rush,” I say, shifting a little and wanting to wrap my legs around him before he stops me, his hands keeping my thighs firmly on the table while he makes more room for himself and then glides his mouth to my other nipple, repeating his actions and sending blissful sensations all over me, intensifying the need within me. I shift closer to him, despising this foreplay despite the pleasure it gives me.

Skimming my fingers between us through his chest and then reaching his belt, I gasp before placing my hand on his cock, the thick organ shooting arrows of anticipating straight to my core, all while Rush still plays with my breasts, driving me insane with each lick.

It’s not enough, though.

“Your cock,” I say and he stills. “I want your cock fucking me so hard I forget about the last three months.”

He lets go of my nipple with a loud pop, straightening up, his lips glistening, and I can’t resist the urge to kiss him, pulling him by the shirt and joining our mouths in a hot, yet short kiss that silently communicates to him how much I want him.

Our mouths separate, my hand still holding his shirt while he whispers, his lips rubbing against mine. “You want to forget, princess?”

I nod, whimpering when his palm settles on my core, the heat almost making me come undone.

“Look how wet you are. Ready for your man to fuck you hard. Three months without my dick is too long, isn’t it, darling?” He bites on my lower lip, pulling at it before soothing the sting with his tongue while he slips his fingers inside my panties, rubbing me up and down, earning himself a moan while I fist his hair harder. It’s a wonder I don’t rip off his hair. “You’ve known my touch for such a short time and you’re already addicted to it.” He palms me, the heel of his hand pressing on my clit. I gulp for breath, tickling sensations traveling through me in spades and pushing me closer to the edge that has my name written all over it. “Because this belongs to me. Never forget it, Aileen.” He presses his mouth to mine, then skims it to my chin and neck, kissing me lightly before sending me flying on the table, my back connecting with the wood while the library’s ceiling comes into view.

It’s covered with star stickers glowing in the night, creating an illusion of us being back on the island near the waterfall, engaging in carnal desires out in the open.

“First, Aileen, I’ll have a taste and personally apologize to your pussy.” His voice filled with lust promises me my doom because after all this is done, I will be left once again with a heartbreak.

Shaking my head, I refuse to focus on such thoughts and instead grab my dress, pulling it up while putting the heel-covered feet on the edge of the table, opening myself wild for his mouth, and my hips jerk when he grips my panties, tightening the cloth over my core and only adding to the building pressure inside me.

He rips them away, leaving me totally exposed to him, and clenching the skirt of the dress harsher, I beg, “Rush, please.”

“What do you want, Aileen?” His hot breath fans my flesh and I bite on my lip, needing him to finally do something about this.

“Make me come.”

He chuckles against me, rubbing his five o’clock against the inside of my thigh before sucking the skin one by one. “Princess, you’re in a bad need of licking.” His thumb circles my clit, flicking it from side to side before pressing on it as he covers me with his mouth, his tongue stabbing into me as I cry out, blissful volts shaking through my entire system.

Possessiveness along with ownership coats every swipe of his tongue, all while scorching heat envelops me whole, forever imprisoning me in this constant need that’s desire for him, and I whisper, “Rush, please.” I hiss when his palm slides under my ass, gripping my cheeks hard and lifting me to his mouth, giving himself better access to me while he continues to ravish my most intimate part.

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