Page 71 of The Villain

“Dare…” My voice hardly existed after the way he’d claimed my throat.

His only response was another low groan, followed by a soft patter, almost like raindrops on leaves. I inhaled sharply.He was still coming…but onto the grass next to us.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He huffed, and I heard the rustle of his pants and zipper as he tucked himself away. “That was—I was?—”

“Incredible.”

The air bent and warmed as he crouched in front of me. “You’re incredible.” His palm framed my cheek, and I let my eyes flutter closed as he wiped my lips and chin clean with his shirtsleeve. “Let’s go inside.”

Strong hands didn’t just help me up, they reached under my knees and around my back, lifting me entirely off earth and into his arms.

“Dare…”

“Shh.”

I settled against his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he brought us back inside. I didn’t speak, afraid to break the tenderness of the moment as he carefully set me on the bed.

“Don’t move.”

Heavy footsteps. The rush of the faucet. The heat of his approach. The warmth of his palm on my knee.

“Spread your legs.”

I did…but far wider than he needed.

“Goddamn.” His hand tightened.

He hauled me to the edge of the bed and covered me with his mouth.

“Dare,” I gasped, clutching his head as his tongue fluttered over my sensitive clit.

Instantly, I was spiraling again. Toward the cloudless sky.Toward the constellations. Toward release. I clawed his head as he ate me like a man starved.

“So fucking good,” he growled. “Couldn’t help myself, Angel.”

I shivered. There was still something about the way he called me Angel.

I started to tip and tilt, surely a trick of my mind on my body. The world shouldn’t be shifting. Tipping. Except it was.

I let out a cry as he moved backward and took me with him. My arms shot out, though it was his hold that kept me from landing anywhere but on his face.

“Are you okay?” I tried to move off of him, but he wouldn’t let me.

“I’ll be okay when you stop worrying about me,” he groused.

I knew the words were meant to be superficial—a careless order—but there was a depth to them I couldn’t help but hear: the depths of a broken man who didn’t want to take anyone down with his self-inflicted misery.

“Dare…” I moaned when his tongue slid through my folds, the firm velvet marking a path from my entrance to my clit.

“Stop talking, Athena. Stop worrying,” he ordered, dipping his tongue inside me. “Now, be a good girl and fuck my face.”

My back bowed with pleasure, my body obeying his command. I ground into his hungry mouth, rocking against the torture of his tongue.

“Good girl,” he cooed, using his teeth to scrape along my clit.

“Dare,” I panted, rocking faster. Harder.

Could I break his face? Was it possible?I didn’t know—couldn’t see—couldn’t care.And then his grip tightened on my ass as though he knew what I was thinking, and he urged me on—begged me to use his mouth like he’d used mine.

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