Page 133 of The Heart of a Villain

Not for long, though.

Soon I’ll corrupt every bone in her body and she’ll love it as much as she loves me.

She gives me her fingers and I suck them in, welcoming her sweet and stingy taste that makes me hungry for more.

And whatever I want I get and fuck all the consequences.

She moans, her hand flexing on my dick while I lick her clean and then let her go, place my palm on her, and forcefully free my dick of her. “Game over, baby,” I announce to her right before grabbing her by her arms and throwing her on the bed, her laughter echoing through the space turning into a deep groan when I settle between her splayed tights, breathing in her scent. “Your man is about to feast.” She arches her back when I put my mouth on her covered flesh, licking her thorough the lace, and her thighs clamp around me, but I push them back on the bed.

“Rush,” she moans, her fingers gripping the sheets under her palms, while her heels dig into my back. I shift her panties to the side, running my tongue through her silky folds up and down, welcoming her taste in my mouth.

Her pussy is drenched, begging to be owned by me, and I slide my lips upward, trapping her clit between my lips and rolling it inside, flicking my tongue over it while she raises her hips, grinding on me. I sneak my palms under her ass, clenching her cheeks and holding her still for me, her sweet moans rocking off the walls and announcing to the whole world the pleasure she receives from me.

She places the heel of her foot on my shoulder, opening herself wide for me, and I slide down her pussy, rolling my tongue over her walls one by one before diving inside her, and she whimpers, her finger pulling at my hair as she rocks in time with my movements. “Rush, please.” And I love it to finally hear her say my name in this bed where she got her first orgasm from a man.

From me but never saw my face, now though there are no secrets between us.

I growl into her flesh, pulling back and licking her pussy up while the sensual energy around us has the power to the destroy us both, creating a different kind of frenzy in me and need to have her come apart underneath me.

But not because of my tongue.

No, I need to be joined together with her.

She moans when I place my whole mouth on her, giving her one last long lick, thriving in the knowledge that my touch emits such reactions from her because her pleasure is one of the things that forever binds her to me.

After all, I’ll always be the villain who stole a princess and soaked her in vices so much she got addicted to them.

Her scent teases my senses while my hard-on is almost painful and her taste snaps the remaining part of my control.

“Rush, make me come,” she begs, her throaty whisper eager with anticipation and yet desperation makes me roar in victory and I no longer hold back my desire to make love to her.

Because tonight, in this bed, I’ll make love to her so we can find this release together and seal the promises we’ve made to each other earlier.

“I will,” I tell her against her navel, as I move my mouth upward, rubbing her juice dripping from my chin all over her skin while biting and kissing her, periodically sucking her flesh hard, leaving new hickeys marking her skin.

She’s a vision, lost in her passion and need, her skin flushed from desire, her plump lips begging to be kissed all while her pussy drips more.

Reaching the underside of her breasts, I circle my tongue around first nipple, sucking on the flesh and then shifting to the other, repeating the action while she writhes under, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me as close to her as possible.

We both groan when I rub the tip of my dick over her opening and she slides her hand up my nape, tugging me toward her, and we lock our mouths in a kiss just as I drive inside her hard, pushing her on the bed and trapping her gasp in my throat.

I push back only to thrust deep again, stretching her pussy along my length, the tight heat enveloping me as our tongues brush against each other, mimicking the art of lovemaking.

Body, heart, and soul connected with each other in the most primitive way.

Sweat drips down my back when I grip her hips, making more room for myself, and I drive into her over and over again all while devouring her mouth. She finally tears it away, gulping for breath while arching her back to me, meeting me stroke for stroke.

I lean down to bite on her neck as she claws my back, putting her own marks on me, and at the thought alone I speed up my pace, my thrusts becoming harder and deeper while the sensations and tension build in me, urging me to be rougher and wilder with her so we both can get what we need.

“Harder, Rush,” she tells me, clenching her thighs around me while pulling at my hair and licking at my lips before whimpering into the kiss again, our mouths fighting for dominance all while I fuck her, welcoming the sting of pain on my skin when her nails dig a bit too hard, probably drawing blood.

Part of me wishes to make us both last longer, to bask in this newfound freedom to love my woman the way she deserves and punish her a little bit too.

For all the pain she has caused me with this distance, to inflict this sweet torture on her body, but it’s impossible.

Because every cell in my body lives to adore her and provide her with everything she needs, and what my woman needs right now is to come on her man’s dick.

I bury myself deep in her before harshly pulling myself back and driving right back in, going deeper than before, and she gasps into my mouth, her skin growing hot against me while her pussy spasms around my length.

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