Page 122 of The Villain

A heavy thrust and he’s inside, all restraint gone as his hips piston into me. I’m breathless as he moves. I can only clutch him close and give him barely there sounds of pleasure as he groans and whispers in my ear. His voice is hungry and weak at the same time as he pants.

“Yes. Fuck. So good, baby. Take me. Ugn. Yes. Soaked and mine. All mine. Fuck.”

His litany of broken words is like a symphony to me. Feeding the growing tension in my body as my head presses into the sheets. An orgasm is building inside with a force I’ve never felt. Like when it breaks it will crack me open for him to fill the gap. He serenades me with his pleasure, his need for more.

“So close,” he groans, almost in pain. “Not yet, baby. I want you addicted.”

I’m already addicted but I can’t utter a word as he works me up without mercy.

“I want you to crave me when I’m gone. I want you to ache. Fuck. Think about me all day. Fucking you, cuming for you.”

I have one hand clenched in his hair and the other around his shoulder, holding on with everything I have in me to keep him here, just like this. My legs have gone so weak I can’t hold his hips anymore. My heart is pounding hard as I meet him over and over, the sharp slap of our bodies meeting a part of the song he’s making of my body.

His words break down into grunts and moans as I gasp. A hand holds my breast, squeezing until my head presses into the mattress and my body draws tight.

“Yes. I’m with you baby.”

My legs jerk in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had and he’s breathless, praising me as it takes me in a tight fist and shakes my body. I lose control of myself as he moves, just like he showed me this morning, extending the overwhelming sensation until I finally give a cry that cracks my voice and he gives me a long groan, releasing inside me but refusing to stop.

“I don’t want to stop. You feel so fucking good.”

I weakly turn his head to press my lips to his gently. It’s more harsh breath than kiss but he returns it, his body shuddering as he slows. He rests against me heavily but I don’t care. He’s already rampaged through me and I’m never going to be the same again.

This has opened up so many things that are new and more possessive than I’ve ever felt before. He’s shown me a color I’ve never imagined and I’m keeping it.

23. Chokehold

South

I wake as he shifts away from me. I watch him resettle in his sleep to be more comfortable. On his belly with his head propped on his arm. We’re sideways on the bed and his feet are hanging off the side. The sight of it amuses me as I sit up.

I let out a choppy sigh when I realize I’m clearing my throat over and over. There’s no way he’s going to sleep through it.

I ease out of bed and flip the blankets over until he’s covered before I go into the kitchen.

The pleasant ache of a body well used pleases me as I make myself a tea and settle on the couch. Tera must have found one of my spare blankets at some point because one is spread along the back of the couch. I never noticed it. I take advantage and cover myself to scroll through my phone and play one of my games.

At four thirty I text Tera a happy birthday and tell her not to worry about seeing me today. She has a different path to walk for her birthday and I’m pleased she isn’t alone for it.

“What are you doing, baby?”

I glance up to the figure lurking in the shadows. Shade has his monstrous tone going.

I shake the phone to show him.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He takes a few steps forward, revealing the harsh set of his features in the light.

He’s upset. My brow furrows as I point to the tea and then my throat.

He takes it in but doesn’t say anything.

Hmm. My statue is in a mood this morning. I would have thought he’d be relaxed after last night.

I set the phone aside and fling the covering back, holding my arms open for him to join me.

The hesitation makes my frown start to show. When my lips start to curve down he approaches me.

His mask is back on as he crawls between my legs and rests on top of me face down. He’s in a pair of pajamas so it doesn’t feel sexual. He needs something else but I’m not sure what it is. More sleep, I’m sure.

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