Page 121 of The Villain

When I stay quiet his eyes meet mine.

“I kept a pair of panties. You’ll only get them back when I say you can wear them.”

“Is that so?” I smirk. Sounds like a game to find and wear them. Or to find out which pair he’s obsessed with and buy several of them as a surprise.

I’m up against the wall before I can blink, Shade’s lips over mine as he bites and licks across them to gain entrance.

“Play with me,” he says in a guttural tone that weakens my knees. The pitch and vibration of it, the desperation, twists something inside me that only he can touch.

I shift my head to the angle he likes and kiss him back. A gentle press against his lower lip, his tongue as it swipes across and I draw it inside. The broken groan that follows makes my fingers bite into the skin of his ribs.

He settles in at my mouth as if he could spend all day there. Sometimes gentle and coaxing, then frenzied and desperate. I follow his lead, letting go of the reins of control to see what he has planned next.

He’s kissing me into drugged distraction. I slide my fingers through his hair. Press my body to his with a sigh of relief. His heat, the silk of his skin, rough in some patches, is addicting. He sways his hips, just like his dance from the night before. Taunting me. Tempting.

I move in counterpoint, the precum smearing above my panties as we move. My arms wrap around his neck tightly and I press into him fully, trapping his erection between us to make the sway less taunt and more need.

His eyes close on a moan of relief. He presses me into the wall hard, crushing me with his body in a way that covers me from everything but him.

“I’m going to mark you,” his voice has gone so low I can barely hear him. His teeth bite my neck before he sucks strongly there. Then he does it again lower and on my collar bone. He stoops down to my breast and marks me just above my nipple before taking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

My back arches as he leaves signs of his ownership on me. I’ve never wanted to be owned until him. Seeing the one above my nipple, red and sensitive, just waiting to bruise, makes my hips undulate. Seeking his attention there too. I’m soaked, my thighs wet with arousal.

He marks me with teeth and sucking lips all the way down to my hip bones. My panties are still in the way, slightly askew but still a barrier. He doesn’t seem to notice as he gets on his knees, pressing his face into the fabric with a groan.

His head lowers and I can feel the wet heat of his tongue stroking over me. I tilt my hips forward, spreading my legs to give him better access. His hands cup my ass, keeping me from backing away as he buries his face in my core. Stroking his tongue over me as if he’s licking sweet cream and clenching his fingers in my ass hard enough to bruise.

“Shade,” his name is gritty on my tongue.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. You shouldn’t have made me wait for this.”

My fingers clench in his hair. It makes him shudder and pant against my thigh. Licking the arousal there like it’s a decadent treat.

He brings two fingers into play, parting me to tuck the fabric in so he can rub over my core and across my clit. My hips jerk at the motion and he looks up at me.

“Mine.”

The dark word, matched with his gray eyes, is a threat and a promise. A choked sound escapes me as I try to force his fingers deeper. His attention drops back to what he’s doing and he draws the panties tight against me. The movement of my hips rubs my clit across them and I go breathless as an orgasm rushes through me.

My legs go weak and I’m suddenly lifted in a bridal carry into the bedroom. My arms drape over his neck and I nibble his earlobe.

“So good,” I whisper in his ear with a smile. “You’ll always be worth the wait, statue.”

He lays me down gently as if I’m breakable and grabs the panties to yank them off roughly and toss aside. He spreads my legs to see me bare. His eyes are dark enough they look like shadows cloaking a dark moon.

He prowls up the bed, kissing along my legs as if he’s worshiping me. He pauses at my core and strokes his tongue through all the moisture there with a groan. He only lets me have one lick before he’s moving up, kissing the whole way until he gets to my lips.

His drugging kisses resume as I cradle him between my thighs. His erection is poised to enter me, his hips swaying again to run the length through my arousal.

“Shade,” I whisper between kisses.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted this too long.” I drag my nails down his back to grip his ass and urge him on.

“I needed you before I even met you,” he presses his forehead against mine as I writhe beneath him.

The words make my eyes widen in surprise and then he’s parting my folds, his broad head nestling there and his hips slowly move to barely enter me and withdraw again. He holds my gaze as he teases me, the look on his face an agony of pleasure and he isn’t even fully inside me yet.

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