Page 28 of The Heart of a Villain

“Suck on your fingers and taste us together, princess.”

Following his command, I close my eyes and somehow the idea of tasting both of us at the same time while he watches creates a weird sense of excitement, spreading electric volts into me and pulling me deeper into the lustful pool of desire.

“Do you like it? Answer me.”

“Yes.” My voice is incredibly raspy.

He threads his fingers in my hair, gently running them through it before gripping it and pulling back. “I think we need to wash away this beautiful mouth of yours with my cum, princess.” I still at his words, shocked at the sensations and excitement washing over me at the prospect. “So no fucking man thinks he has the right to touch you ever again.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

His eyes flare at the reminder he’s my one and only, which probably calms down some of his earlier anger.

I refuse to examine how chauvinistic and disturbing this thought is as well.

“Do whatever you want, princess. I’m all yours.” He palms my head, his thumb brushing over my cheeks, and somehow his gentleness in this moment hurts me as it speaks to my soul.

Swallowing, I still stand on my knees and place my splayed palms on his chest, marveling at his muscles that contrast so much with my softness.

Endless scars mar him, tracing lightly over them, I let the impulse lead me and lean forward, kissing his chest and scraping my teeth over his six-pack before running my tongue over it, and he groans, my hair falling all around me despite his strong grip on some of it.

His hard cock stands out, the vein pulsing in it, and I put my hand on it, squeezing it. He hisses, the organ jerking in my grip and leaking pre-cum.

Stroking him from base to the tip and then going back down, I roll out my tongue, flicking it over the tip, and whimper at the taste before opening my mouth wider, sucking on the head a little, which earns me a moan from him that only intensifies the need. “Aileen.” My name sounds needy coming from his throat and I love it because at least I’m not the only one affected by this…whatever this is between us.

Instead of sucking him deep, I’m still too shy and afraid to do it. I trace my tongue over the length, inhaling his scent, then rub my cheek over it, loving the soft texture of something that can be so hard and bring me so much pleasure inside me.

His cock jerks when I swipe upward, scooping the pre-cum with my lips and licking them, and he tips my head backward so I’ll meet his gaze. “What do you want, princess?” His question causes this ache inside me that makes it impossible to breathe, but I hold myself back from spilling the truth.

How does a girl say she loves his taste and would like to suck him off without sounding and being inexperienced? What if he dislikes it and then…

I gasp when he tugs on my hair, bringing my attention back on him, and his thumb brushes over my chin.

“Take a deep breath.”

I do.

“No matter what you will do, I’ll love it and it will be the best I ever had.” He taps on my chin until my mouth opens up. “Everything I have with you is the best I’ve ever had.” A beat passes. “I don’t remember anything or anyone before you.”

Warmth shoots through me from the tip of my head to my toes at the raw emotion in his voice, flaring my blood with carnal desires that desperately need an outlet, so I suck on him hard, drawing him deep, and cough, pulling slightly back.

“Slowly, princess.” His hold on me tightens. “We’ll have to train this mouth to take me, won’t we?”

My hand moves up and down while my tongue slides over him, his hips rocking forward, and by how rigid his body grows, he must be really holding himself back to push further.

“Look at my princess all eager to please me.”

I moan around him, the vibration making his cock jerk in my mouth, my other hand gliding up to his stomach and my nails digging into his skin, which causes him to thrust forward, the tip almost touching my throat, and my eyes water.

Slowly, I pull back, sucking on the tip and drinking him in. My hand works in tandem with my tongue over his length, all while his hold on me becomes more erratic and his breathing labors, which sends thrills down my spine.

Because this virile man right now is in my complete power, seeking pleasure only I can give him, and I whimper when he fists my hair, making me arch back. I welcome him inside my mouth, sucking on him, wanting to spend hours learning everything about him so I’d know all the tricks that make this man go insane from need.

As the same need consumes me.

He tugs on my hair until his cock slides out, coated in my saliva, and I’m about to lean in again to get another taste, but Rush has had enough.

He sends me flying on the bed, shouldering my thighs apart and opening me up to him, and I moan when his hot breath sends tickling sensations down my spine and goose bumps pop on my skin while my core clenches in anticipation, my fingers sliding to his nape and gripping his hair.

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