Page 106 of My Perfect Villain

Her fingers instinctively reached out to trace the fine lines of my stomach. The leopard drank in the sight of me. I broke her trance, sliding my hand to the back of her neck and pulling her into a sloppy kiss. It was all clashing teeth and swiping tongues, a throaty moan building from the back of her throat.

Thrumming my ability over her consciousness, I felt her lust mix with a hint of trepidation. And yet, an undeniable attraction bloomed between us like a rare orchid in a forgotten corner of the forest.

Evangeline’s heart pounded like a captive bird cradled within the cavity of her chest as I guided her onto my lap, spreading her thighs as I nestled our pussies together. At the contact of our heated flesh, a groan rippled through my chest, and her swirling tongue stilled in my mouth.

Fuck, she feels like liquid lust.

My arms encircled Evangeline’s waist. With a firm, yet gentle touch, I pulled her closer to fit her into the contours between our thighs as if we were two halves of a whole.

Evangeline pulled away, shuddering at the sensations as she ground her pussy down against me.

The sugary, addictive scent of her arousal filled my senses, making me lick my lips to savor the remnants of it. Her scent of soft vanilla and white musk wrapped around me like a silken cloak. It awakened an unquenchable hunger, drawing me closer to Evangeline, and ignited a fierce flame of devotion.

Her folds glided over my own, and as I guided her hips into a rhythm, she squeezed down on my thigh with her legs, her fingernails digging into my hips for purchase. As Evangeline’s head tossed back, moans painting the atmosphere, I relished in watching her barriers crumble.

“Zara,” she gasped.

The darkness which tainted my soul stirred, and the urge to pulse a thread of power over her overcame me. But I fought against it. I had to be patient.

Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth, softly nibbling at the tender flesh of her areola before suctioning the peak. At the sight of her writhing, her gorgeous blond hair spilling over her shoulder, I allowed a single thread of my ability free to intertwine with her essence. It grazed her, which allowed me to feel the sensations coursing through her and understand the shadows of her thoughts.

She was resisting me.

Resisting that urge to submit, the primal instinct clawing at her.

A low grumbled moan vibrated through her, coming from deep within her throat. I trailed my fingers up her waist, over the curve of her spine, and watched as goosebumps popped on her flesh. So fucking responsive. My hand sank into her hair, and as I licked at her nipple, I admired her sharp jaw tilting back beneath the pressure of my command and exposing her delicate throat.

I released the suction of my mouth to move to her neck, my fangs elongated from desire. Evangeline shuddered as they skimmed the base of her throat; the ghost of what was to come, what was to be desired. Her total and utter submission to me, and with it, the reward of a bite, a claim—myclaim.

My ability surged from the anticipation, and my panther rumbled with a purr. Heat glistened her flesh and her clit pulsated over mine. The idea aroused her, and yet, she resists. I could sense it, her inner turmoil. She wouldn’t allow herself to succumb.

Narrowing my gaze, I reached out to her entity, extending threads of my energy toward the leopard. With a whisper of a thought, I bid that ember of desire to ignite, to intensify, hoping the lustful flame would engulf her entity. I yearned for her submission to me, for that unbridled, passionate allure to consume her.

I could sense the sensations washing over her like a forest fire. And yet, Evangeline fought against them. She ground down on my pussy with purpose, as if fueled, and tears brimmed her eyes as her thighs trembled from the coursing sensations.

Her resistance was a tempestuous storm, and it kindled the dark flame which lit my entity in her presence. It was in her defiance—her unwavering determination not a single soul could match—that I discovered an exhilarating fervor that ignited my own desires.

I pressed closer, our pebbled nipples brushing and my breath mingled with hers, as I whispered, “That’s it. That’s a good girl. Let go of your inhibitions.” My voice dripped with a commanding allure, enveloping her in its darkened aura.

Evangeline’s eyes, a turbulent blend of defiance and smoldering lust, locked onto mine with an unwavering gaze. They held a silent challenge, a silent declaration of her determination to resist. But within their depths, a flicker of crumbling resolve danced, hinting at the intoxicating seductiveness of surrender.

I surveyed her, captivated by the battle unfolding within her.

In that instant, a realization washed over me—a craving that defined my desire for omegas. I had spent far too long entangled with easily submissive souls. Those who yielded effortlessly to my commands and surrendered without hesitation. None of them possessed a spark, a blazing fire within their very being. None were comparable to her—Evangeline.

Her frost fire illuminated with such intensity that I feared the icy touch of frostbite. Yet, I would willingly embrace the sting if it meant having her at my feet. I vowed to claim her as my own.

She squeezed her eyes shut, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Sweat broke across her hairline, and she whimpered, bleeding moans.

“Look at me, Evangeline.” I gazed up at her, her hips rolling down onto mine, our clits scraping.

“Stop it,” she grumbled. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I chuckled, a low rumble in the charged atmosphere. My gaze darkened, reflecting the depths of my desires.

“Like you wish for me to submit to you. Stop that. I refuse to succumb.”

A wicked grin formed on my face as I leaned in. “I don’t merelywish,snowflake.” I cradled the back of her head, drawing her closer as my voice filled with a dangerous edge. “I desire you to submit. And I’ll have what I want, even if I must crush it from you.”

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