Page 105 of The Villain

My core clenched, my climax clawing to be set free.

“I could come from the taste of you, Angel,” he said with a low voice, dragging his tongue along the edges of his fingers to make sure he got every last drop.

I moved back in front of him, cupping his face and bringing that mouth of his to mine. He gave his whole focus to the kiss as I lowered to my knees. His hands found my waist, holding my body flush to his until his mouth made my head feel light.

“I need you,” I said against his lips. “I’ve always needed you.”

Covering his hands with my own, I turned slowly in front of him until my back was to his front. He shuddered again, kissing along the edge of my shoulder as one of his palms skated up my quivering stomach to my breast. I bit my lip, savoring the feel for a moment, before I tipped forward and reached between my legs, taking hold of his thick length and relishing his deep groan.

“Fuck.” His rough voice swirled around me.

I couldn’t help but stroke him. I wanted to feel his hard heat just for a second—wanted to hear the rough strain of pleasure seep from his chest and paint an audible picture of his lust.

“You’re killing me, Angel,” he hissed, his hold on my hip tightening to the point where it planted a delicious hope I’d wake up with his fingerprints on me in the morning.

I smiled and smeared the bead of moisture all over the head of his cock, coating the ends of his piercings in the process.

His head dropped to the corner of my neck, his teeth latching to my skin before he groaned, “Save me. Please, fucking save me.”

I shuddered, the words more powerful than even anI love youwould’ve been. My breath latched in my chest like it had claws, holding there as I arched back until I felt him notched at my core. A little more, and my exhale spilled out when his blunt tip pushed inside me. There, I held him.

“Save me, too,” I murmured and slid my hand free to lay on top of his, my message clear.Take me. All of me.

And he did.

His growl was the kind that belonged outside. In the forest. With the animals. Because that was how he claimed me. Like a blinded beast, he held me steady and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.

Pleasure and fullness and pure bliss consumed me. Our cries wove together with the sounds of our bodies. The hard slap of his hips as he drove into me.

I felt everything like I’d lost every sensation except touch. I felt the press of his balls to my swollen clit when he sank deep. I felt the thickness of him stretch my body to make himself at home. I felt the hard, unyielding stroke of his piercings inside me, rubbing over my G-spot like it was made to do.

With every thrust, I bent farther forward, wanting him deeper and harder and faster. Soon, I was on my hands and knees, doing everything I could to brace against his savage thrusts. His massive palm splayed on my lower back, branding my skin as surely as he branded my sex.

For a moment, it felt like my consciousness floated above our bodies—around us—soaking in the sight of him driving into my prone body from behind, claiming me in a feral, animalistic way that belonged in the forest. That belonged underneath the stars.

He groaned over and over. My name. Praises. Curses. And everything in between.

Desire spiraled. Coiled. Twisted and arced. A lightning bolt brought to life in the depths of my body. My knees spread wider, and I went to my elbows, letting him stroke deeper until I swore I felt the thickness of him reach my stomach…and that spot deep inside me where his piercings felt like dynamite tossed into a bonfire.

“Darius!” I came with a cry that split my chest, my hips jerking uncontrollably as my release ravaged me.

I saw stars as though they were pinned to the ground rather than the sky. My body orgasmed so fast and so violently, my brain couldn’t keep up. Like my cells and senses moved without direction or restraint, exploding into tiny, brilliant bits like my climax had turned me into his very own constellation.

Behind me, Dare swore and thrust through my clenching muscles. He buried himself deep, my sex taking every inch, feeling every swell and every pulse. The way he thickened was like fire crawling down a fuse, all the way to the base before he exploded. And then, with a roar, he moved again, pumping through his release as warmth filled me. Soaked me. Leaked from me.

Time didn’t exist in the aftermath. When he pulled me back up against him, my arms and shoulders protested, giving some sense of how long I’d been propped forward.

His hand slid around my waist to my stomach, holding there for a moment like he could feel himself still inside me before sliding his hand up to my neck. I shivered when his fingers turned my head so he could find my lips.

“Let’s go inside,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my lips.

I hummed, not really wanting to move at all right now.

“I’m going to sleep inside you again, Angel.”

I shivered, and my eyes fluttered open. I’d thought maybe the other night was different. It was the first time he’d had sex with someone in a long time. The buildup. The need. I wondered if it would only be a one-night thing…and how to ask for it every night.

How to tell him I wanted a part of him inside me at all times, too.

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