Page 29 of The Heart of a Villain

“Rush.”

He places his whole mouth on me and I cry out, his tongue licking through my folds before delving in, the velvet flesh stretching me deep and driving me insane with each stab.

My thighs clamp around him, but he pushes at them, making more room for himself while the heal of my foot rubs up and down his back, and he continues to thrust into me before sliding out and skimming upward, licking me from bottom to top. “Oh, please.” I moan, threading my fingers in his hair harsher, putting my foot on his shoulder, and he growls against my flesh, the heat consuming me so strong I feel I might explode at any moment.

His teeth scrape against my clit and he draws it into his mouth, sucking on it while his fingers enter me, and I rock my hips in time with his movements, grinding on his tongue and almost sobbing at the madding friction that pushes me closer and closer to the bliss somewhere far away, calling my name.

Hot flushes move through me in waves, each one more powerful than the other while Rush drags his tongue over my core, every lick and suck designed to turn me insane while bringing me pleasure at the same time, and the skin feels impossibly tight on my body.

Sweat drips down my spine, soaking the sheets underneath. I curve my back when he drives his tongue into me again, igniting the fire within me, and all I can do is receive the pleasure while begging him for more because the pressure in me threatens to kill me if he doesn’t end this soon.

“Rush, please. I need.” I moan, twisting on the bed and pulling at his hair hard, holding him against me while chasing my high that will transform into ecstasy if he just…

I groan in protest when he leaves me empty once again, dragging his tongue over my folds before giving me a light bite, his thumb pressing on my clit while he moves down again, probing deeper, and the double pressure creates inferno in the pit of my stomach.

But before I can erupt in pleasure, though, his glides upward, his chin rubbing on my lower stomach and leaving wet imprints behind. He continues his journey, his light stubble tickling me while he settles between my legs, hovering above me.

My eyes widen then when I notice a condom in his hand. He quickly rips it open and rolls it on his hard length while locking his gaze with mine, his orbs darkened in desire and a need matching my own, I’m sure.

He captures my gasp with his mouth when the tip of his cock circles my opening and locks us in the hot kiss, our tongues brushing against each other and sharing our tastes with one another, only adding to the frenzy between us.

My arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer, and our mouths separate, sharing a breath before we both groan when he enters me with one swift move, pushing us slightly on the bed.

He leans closer to my ear, whispering against it while rocking his hips forward, driving deeper into me. “Feel how tight your pussy is around me, princess?” His length stretches me out, and then he agonizingly slowly slides out, leaving tremors in his wake only to thrust hard into me again, earning himself my moan. “You’re mine. Admit it,” he demands, deliberately slowing down his strokes and torturing me while I just lace my fingers in his hair, pulling him for another kiss, letting him dominate my mouth as he continues to move inside me.

Each stroke, each glide of his tongue and his hands moving to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, announce to me how possessive he feels about me and how on edge he truly is despite controlling us both.

Instead of giving him any admission because such things are foolish and forbidden to me, I wrap my legs tighter around him while my core clenches as if not wanting to let him go.

I moan at how his muscled chest rubs against my sensitive nipples, the electric volts zapping all over me and charging me with more tension that builds and builds in me, flaming the fire of desire to epic proportion until I can’t take it anymore.

Snatching my mouth away, I drop my head on the pillow and arch my neck, pleasure erupting through me when he sucks on my neck, pulling at the skin, and my palms slide to his shoulder blades, clawing his back, and my core spasms around him.

I cry out and he covers my mouth again, engaging us in yet another kiss while his thrusts speed up, the jerky movements of his hips indicating he’s close. I raise my thighs higher, cradling him, and he growls into the kiss.

I love how his hard muscles flex under my touch, his powerful frame protecting me from everyone else and even myself in this moment because between us right now there is no right or wrong.

There is only passion and lust so strong it blinds you to anything else.

And you welcome the temporary reprieve from reality because you can pretend that reality is beautiful and not hideous faced with challenges ahead.

Three more hard pushes of his hips and he spills into the condom, biting on my lower lip and drawing blood that he quickly soothes with a lick.

I hide my face in his neck, hugging him, and close my eyes, holding back my tears.

I no longer know what is madness.

Or rather…

Madness became so sweet it poisoned my mind.

Funny, isn’t it?

The villain wanted for me to break the curse.

Instead, he cursed me for forever.

Rush

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