Page 103 of The Villain

“Then do your worst, Angel.”

I hummed, warm pleasure oozing from his words.

My fingers traced a light path from his head, along his cheek and neck, and then down his torso. The ridges of his abdomen rose up against my hand, every muscle pulling taut as I got closer to his waist and the thick length that stretched against his jeans. The way he wanted me to touch him was practically electric in the air. I felt his need buzz in my nose and tingle on the tip of my tongue. But I wasn’t going to touch him. Not yet.

I took the edge of his shirt and pulled it up. Wordlessly, he followed my lead, letting me slide the fabric over and off his good side before carefully peeling it down his injured shoulder. Without the sling, his arm rested gingerly at his side.

It wasn’t cold, but he shivered.

“Tell me what you feel,” I instructed as I took his shirt and went behind him, laying it open on the grass.

“The air,” he said, his head following my sound. “Like a million brushstrokes over my skin.”

I made a soft noise, removing my own shirt and adding it to the ground next to his.

“And how about what you smell?” Next went my leggings, left in a pile next to our other clothes.

“The sea,” he rasped as I moved back in front of him. “And sin.”

“Sin?” My head tipped.

“I smell you. Your desire.”

I smiled and shook my head. He wasn’t being serious now.

“You took off your pants.”

“How—” I broke off in disbelief. He was guessing…he had to be.

“I’d know the sweet scent of your pussy anywhere.” He shredded my thoughts and sent heat churning in my core. “I dream about it. On my nose. In my mouth. Around my cock.”

I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me, my body quaking with lust.

“I want the scent of you all over me?—”

“Darius,” I interrupted him, desperation bleeding into my tone. I was going to come just standing here listening to his words, and I wanted this to be for him. “Get on your knees.”

Air hissed through his lips. “Gonna need you to undo my jeans for that, Angel.”

My cheeks burned, and I felt my mouth go dry. I’d thought about this part, but suddenly, I realized I hadn’t thought it all the way through. I was going to see him for the first time. The long, thick part of him that drove me wild. The hard velvet anatomy I’d traced with my fingers. The steel studs of his piercings I’d mapped with my tongue.

Touch created an erotic image in my mind, but it wouldn’t be the same as seeing him. And now, I realized the power he’d had over me all those weeks—and the strength it would’ve taken to resist wanting me like he had.

He swore at the first brush of my hands as I worked open the waist of his pants and carefully dragged them, along with his boxer briefs, to the ground.

Oh my…

My jaw sagged at the sight. It was everything my touch had charted in my mind, but more. His huge cock hung heavy in front of him, dark hair curled at the root. To think I’d fit that in my mouth, all the way to my throat…I gulped, letting my eyes trace the web of veins that ran along the thick length all the way to the blunt tip.

His studded tip.

To see the metal balls, knowing they were the ends of the metal bars running like a cross through his cock…knowing I’d felt them deep inside me. Knowing that being inside me moved something inside of him.

My mouth went completely dry.

“I feel it,” he croaked, standing like a Roman god come to life. “I feel your eyes. The heat of your stare when you look at me.” It wasn’t a charge, it was awe and pleasure and humility. “Did you feel it, too?”

It took a moment for words to work again. “Yes.” I’d felt every second of his stare on me, even when I couldn’t see it. It was like the wind—invisible but palpable.And made of fire.

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