Page 66 of The Heart of a Villain

I lace my fingers in his hair, moaning when he sucks it in, goose bumps now spreading in waves along with scorching heat enveloping me so tightly, it’s hard to breathe. “Please.” I raise my hips, wanting to rub myself on him despite the rough texture of the jeans he still has on.

He grips my hip, stilling my movements, and skates his mouth to the other breast, my nipples puckering under the wind, but I can barely focus on it as hotness settles on me once again when he repeats the action, his tongue bathing my nipple in attention and melting me from inside out right along with it.

The fire grows the more he nibbles on my breasts and the sensations go straight to my clit when he groans, my pussy dampening, urging me harder to end this foreplay and go straight to the good stuff.

Bending my knees, I claw his back, earning a growl from Rush. “Please, Rush. I want your cock driving into me so I’ll forget everything.”

The thunder booms outside, clearly agreeing with me. His mouth moves to the underside of my breast and bites it, my nails digging harsher on his shoulders. He chuckles against my stomach, dipping lower and tracing my belly button, tickling me. “Oh, I will, princess. I will.”

His teeth graze my navel, his hot breath fanning my core that spasms, and he edges my thighs farther apart, settling himself in between while his hands push at the insides of my thighs before sliding them under my ass.

He rubs his stumble over them, the sting of pain overshadowed by pleasure when he sucks on the skin and focuses on another one, his fingers clenching my ass cheeks so tight while I twist mine in his hair once again, pushing him toward my center.

And with my other one I open myself up to his gaze even more. “I ache all over, Rush.”

Our gazes clash, his green eyes dark with desire and something else I cannot name but desperately want to.

He places his mouth on me, stabbing his tongue deep, and I cry out at the hot licks of fire all over my flesh.

He adjusts his hold on me, lifting my hips higher, and drives into me several times, probably preparing me for the hard thrusts of his cock later, all while I breathe heavily and welcome the crushing waves of lust hitting on me from every side, pulling me toward the cliff so I can fully succumb to this pleasure and find my release.

Rush drags his tongue upward, over my soaked walls, sucking and licking on them one by one, and finally wraps his lips around my clit, drawing it in. I grip his hair with all my might, arching my back and gasping, every cell in my body burning and thriving at the same time as the pleasure spreads into my bones.

“Rush, please.”

True to his word, though, he continues to feast on me, grazing his teeth over my clit and sliding his tongue down my folds, swirling it around and dipping into every hidden corner, pulling more moans from me. I whirl on the mattress, the candles around us creating our shadows on the ceiling, which only adds to my desperation.

My skin is damp, sweat skating down my form while I gulp for breath when he enters me again, this time deeper, my core stretching around him and clamping, not wanting to let go.

Placing my foot on his shoulder, I slowly move my hips in tandem with his movements, sobbing at the friction and pressure within me that grows unbearable by the second, which means it will soon erupt in the oblivion that would know no bounds.

He gives a long lick from the bottom to my clit that he sucks into his mouth and then he moves across my stomach, gliding upward until I pull him in for a kiss that he quickly ends.

“Rush, please,” I beg him, ready to crawl on this bed and claw at my own skin that feels like a foreign object on me. “Do something.”

He sits up on the bed. I bite on my lip when he lowers the zipper on his jeans, his cock springing free, and he gives it a long stroke right as he takes out a condom from the back pocket.

Putting it on, he doesn’t bother removing his pants and grabs my hips, the tip circling my opening while he holds my gaze. “Greet me, princess.” His voice is raspy and so rough it sends awareness through me. I widen my thighs, giving him more room as he thrusts into me, and I cry out.

His length stretches me to the hilt, doing just as he asked, fully accommodating him while he seals our bodies together. He hovers above me, his splayed hands on either side of me, then leans down and captures my mouth in yet another kiss while rocking his hips backward before driving into me hard once again, swallowing my moan in his throat.

The strokes of his tongue along with his thrusts shake my insides, pushing me closer and closer toward the edge while sensations hit me from every corner, calling my name and urging me to succumb to the fire blazing within me.

I palm his head, holding him closer to me while he continues to move inside me, plunging deeper and deeper with each sway of his hips, throwing gasoline on the already burning desire that spreads and spreads with each drive.

Snatching my mouth away, I gulp for breath and groan when he wraps my legs around him, his movements becoming harder and hitting on all the right spots while slowly dumping me in the passionate pool that will have no mercy for me, accepting nothing less but my complete downfall.

“Rush,” I whisper, pulling him down for a kiss because when his tongue moves against mine, I truly feel his desperation and need that matches my own. I whimper into his lips and he moans.

His strokes speed up, while goose bumps erupt on my flesh after causing warmth to slide from all over my form, electricity nipping on my skin, the tensions growing so much I don’t know how to handle it.

My nails cut into his neck as my core clenches tighter and tighter with each thrust, which in turn pushes me over the edge, the pleasure erupting all over my system so strong I stop to breathe and tear my mouth away, biting on his shoulder, tasting blood on my tongue, and he becomes relentless.

Still riding my high, I hug him close, welcoming the harsher and rougher strokes over and over again, and he tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging on my hair until I meet his gaze.

“Watch me,” he orders gruffly. “Watch me as I find my release in you, Aileen.”

My core spasms around his length at the words, excited tremors rocking my seated body and that’s all it takes for him to come, spilling into the condom, and I watch him in fascination.

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