Page 120 of The Heart of a Villain

He swirls his tongue through my folds, licking up and down my walls before sucking on my clit and making me see stars, fire spreading into my veins and heating up my skin so much I feel I might burst from all these sensations. I grab his hair, holding him still as every cell in my body begs for relief while the sadistic part of me wishes to prolong this torture for as long as possible.

He glides his tongue down, twirling it inside me before diving deep into me, and slowly I start to lift my hips in tandem with his rhythm, grinding on him and finding the much-needed friction that has bliss waving at me from the horizon.

He drives deeper and deeper into me, my walls contracting around him, and he slides out, only to lick my folds over and over again.

Then he removes one of his hands from under my ass and pinches my lower lips, biting them both, and my hips rise, but still he controls the movements, instantly soothing it with his tongue, roaming it around my flesh as he slides it to my opening again and dives deep, stretching my walls.

The tension builds and builds within me, my skin growing taut on me while I ride his tongue, my thighs closing around him and trapping his head between them. “Rush, please.” The heat surrounding me threatens to destroy me, bursting the bubble of need and lust he dumped me on, and I might shatter at any moment.

He licks me from bottom to up, grazing his teeth over my clit before flicking his tongue over them, and my nails cut into his nape, earning me a growl against my core, and the vibration from it sends me in the deeper spiral of desire.

It seems as if thousands of arrows nip into my skin, wanting for me to erupt and end this sweet torture. The pleasure is so close, I can almost reach it if he just…

I groan in frustration when he glides his tongue down once again, entering me in and out, mimicking the act of lovemaking.

“Who do you belong to, Aileen?”

I freeze at the question, shaking my head on the table even though he can’t see it while he slips two fingers inside me, his tongue continuing to lick me.

He can’t ask me that while I’m so close to relief I might cry.

“Please.” I beg him to be kind to me and not use my desire against me, but I should know better than beg that of him.

Villains aren’t kind, they are ruthless, and right now we are fighting against each other.

We are standing on the opposite sides, both stubborn to give up and yet if none of us do it… then we’ll both be in misery because the craving eating at me won’t be sustained with anything but him.

He removes his fingers, temporarily replacing them with this tongue before giving me one final lick and then wiping his chin over my navel and straightening up. He unhooks his belt and then unzips his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his hard length coming into view, the vein pulsing and just asking me to trace my tongue over it. He chuckles. “Not tonight, darling.” He takes out a condom from his pocket and rips it with his teeth. He strokes his cock one time before rolling it on and then pulling me upward, my arms circling his neck, and I can smell myself on him as we share a breath. “Who do you belong to, Aileen?” His hands drift to my hips. He grips them hard as the tip of his cock circles my opening before pressing on it slightly but not enough to give me any relief. “Answer me,” he demands and imprisons me in a toe-curling kiss that wipes away my self-preservation, grounding me in this moment that’s powerful, wonderful, and deadly to me.

“You,” I answer, pulling my mouth away, and then we dive for another kiss as he thrusts hard into me, my cry of pleasure trapped in his throat, and I shift on the table from the force of his thrust.

His length stretches me to the brink, and I sob into him, finally feeling connected to him once again, and throw my head back, deepening our kiss while he stills inside me, both of us groaning at the contact.

“Aileen,” he says as I breathe heavily, his mouth trailing to the underside of my chin and then traveling up back again, his lips against mine as our gazes meet. “I love you.”

No.

He can’t say this to me now.

Why is he spilling salt on my open wound that won’t probably heal even decades from now?

Clamping my thighs around him tighter, I grab the lapels of his shirt, bringing us even closer. “Don’t,” I warn him, hating that he chose this moment to remind that no matter how much I want to pretend, it doesn’t change facts.

I’ve fallen for the villain who doesn’t let me hide behind a mask and play a game just for a second in time, no.

“I love you,” he repeats again, agonizingly slowly, pulling from me before slamming into me hard once again and welcoming my moan. “I’ve never loved anyone before you.”

“Stop it,” I plead him while welcoming his every thrust into me, scorching heat setting me on fire while the tension in my lower belly urges me to meet his drives with my hips, the pressure so strong it needs to release before it swallows me whole and leaves nothing.

Despite my protest, he continues to say it, whispering the words I longed to hear a long time ago while pampering me with kisses.

“I love you.”

A kiss on the neck while he slams into me, his length streaming my tight heat and pushing harder than ever.

“I love you.”

A kiss on my pulse, his tongue flicking against my skin while he holds my hips firmer in his hands, speeding up his pace. Tickling sensations spread all over me in shocking waves, one after another, pulling me in different directions, and I shudder, hugging him closer and hiding my face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, needing to hold on to him so I won’t say it back.

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