Page 129 of The Heart of a Villain

My one and only.

He’s like a maestro playing his favorite instrument when he touches me, knowing which strings to pull to emit the most beautiful note that will create a perfect music.

All our encounters flash in my mouth as he licks over my collarbone, sucking on the skin while his heavy breath fills my ears and the deep need within me grows, ordering for me to succumb to his desire and pace, fully surrendering myself to this desire that knows no bounds.

Instead, though, I tangle my fingers in his dark locks and fist them hard, earning myself his groan and chuckle.

“My eager girl,” he whispers, thrusting into me, and I gasp when his hard-on pushes against my clit, making me almost see stars. “What does this pussy need, princess?” His mouth trails upward again until he gently nips on my chin before kissing the bruised flesh and then catching my lower lip between his teeth and pulling at it, sending shivering sensations all over me while the wind whooshes inside the room, bringing much-needed relief to the heated flesh that seems to intoxicate me. “My fingers driving in deep and stretching it up?”

I close my eyes at the visual, opening my mouth as we share a breath right before he dives for a deep, toe-curling kiss that wipes away all my senses.

“My tongue licking it all up until you come, gripping my hair and screaming your lungs out?” he asks, forcefully ending our kiss to my loud protest and hiding his face in my neck, breathing in my scent while my core spams, which results in him driving farther into me, the jeans-covered cock rubbing on my bare skin. I welcome the pain as it only heightens my senses, demanding for the hungry creature residing in me to be filled with pleasure alone that needs to be fed daily when it comes to this man. “Or my dick fucking you over and over again until nothing in this brilliant mind remains but my name?”

My fingers scrape his scalp while my whole body vibrates with need so strong, I whimper and squeeze him hard, wanting to tell him that he can do whatever he wants to me as long as it entails bliss at the end of this journey.

“No,” I whisper so low he doesn’t hear me at first and yet this word freezes me in his arms, snapping me away from the sensual haze my man inflicted on me, and I repeat louder this time around. “No.” His muscles grow rigid against me. He stills and shifts back until our eyes meet again, and his brows furrow. “Put me down, please.” My voice trembles at the request as my body burns from his touches, threatening to go in flames at any moment and change my mind.

Seconds trickle by while he just stares at me before slowly letting me go. I slide down his form and roll my lower lip in to hold back the groan at the contact.

Finally, when my feet touch the floor, he steps back and I hate the distance between us while he takes a deep breath, clearly trying to rein in his desire. “Okay, I respect it,” he says, breaking the silence around us. “We’ll take this slow.”

I grin at how much effort this took him because if there is one thing I know about my man is that patience isn’t one of his strongest suits. How sweet he’s willing to wait, though, not that I want to wait.

No, my hesitation comes from something else.

“You’re my first.”

“I know, darling.” Possessiveness flares in his green orbs while some of the tension slips away. “Mine and only mine.”

Resting my back on the wall, I watch him for a few beats before saying, “Everything I know you taught me.”

He chuckles, although it lacks any humor. “Aileen, my love. I’m really trying to calm down, but all this hardly helps with my hard-on right now.” The air hitches in my throat. “Instead, I want to throw you on that bed and claim you all over again.”

Clenching the hem of my nightgown, I shake my head to resist the temptation that’s his suggestion. “I want to love you.” He blinks at this and I can’t believe I’m ruining this moment like this, but…

I want to be in charge, simply as that.

Every single sexual encounter in my life, and I can count them all on my hand, he called the shots.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbling, and in this moment, I realize that’s the hardest thing I could have asked from him.

For a boy who survived due to his control and grew into a ruthless man who has no mercy… giving up control is unthinkable.

Because then he’s vulnerable.

Even the most scarred souls who drifted in this world searching for a home that would accept them as they are… fear the rejection from people they love.

As loving someone and seeing them, truly seeing them sometimes is not the same thing.

Some truths are so hideous they should be forbidden and yet… without acknowledging them we can never be free.

An owl hoots in the distance while another gust of wind tickles my skin, sending coldness through me, but weather has little to do with it.

Rather the dark look settling over his features while I can see the internal battle going on inside of him at my request as he wishes to make me happy, but at the same time cannot bear the thought of giving up control that saved his life.

I clench the cloth between my palm harder, wanting to run to him and kiss him all over again and change my mind because no matter what he does, I always burst in flames in his arms.

However… can a relationship survive without trust? Without the man you love sharing the deepest and scariest part of himself with you?

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