Page 86 of The Villain

But I wasn’t prepared for what was happening.

I wasn’t prepared for the way her eyes went wide when my cross hit a spot so deep and pleasurable inside her, she looked up at me like I’d given her back her sight.

I wasn’t prepared for the way her body instantly responded, her pussy growing wetter, tighter, as chasing my release demanded another of hers. Wasn’t prepared for her fingers clawing at my back

“Come for me, Angel,” I begged. “Come for me like a good girl.”

The pulse of her pussy was too much. I couldn’t stop my release—I couldn’t stop myself from coming undone. My head tipped back with a roar that rattled the whole goddamn house as I drove as deep as I could get and let my orgasm take me.

And somewhere in there, hers came for her, too.

Athena fractured around me, her body holding me so tight it was impossible for any of my pieces to fall apart.

Air dumped into my lungs, but it was something else—something warmer and thicker and stronger—that filled my chest. That reached for all the dark, cobwebbed cracks left by guilt and loss and sealed them all up.Filled them with her.

Carefully, I lowered myself to the side, pulling her with me—on top of me as our breaths fought for steady purchase.

“Are you okay?” I said hoarsely, fear creeping in that I’d been too rough.

“I’ve never been better,” she murmured and turned her head, and then I felt her lips press to the center of my chest. “Are you?”

I stilled. I was more than okay. I was…alive. Because of her.

“Yeah.” I kissed the top of her head, letting my eyes close as I held her for one more minute. “Now let me clean you.”

I maneuvered her to the bed, biting back my own grunt of pain as my cock slid free. I managed to stand before I dripped onto the bed. I was still hard…still leaking the last bit of cum that seemed never-ending, wanting to fill her.

Shit.

“Athena…are you…”

“I have an IUD.” She read my mind.

No. If she read my mind, she’d see it picturing her pregnant with our child. Her stomach filled. Her eyes glowing. If it was a boy, we’d name him Ryan. A girl, Judy, for her mom.

Fucking hell.I was imagining our family, and she still didn’t even know the truth about who I was.

Tomorrow.The decision followed me to the bathroom.Tomorrow, this ended.There was no hiding the truth from her now.

I warmed a cloth and returned to the bed.

“Dare…” She pulled my face to hers, kissing me as I cleaned gently between her legs. When I was finished and drew back, she asked, “Will you stay?”

My heart cracked. That she thought I could leave her now…after that…there was no more leaving. No more running.

Only the morning and the truth it would bring.

“I’ll be right back,” I told her, returning the cloth to the bathroom and then moving back to her side. The bed sank under my weight, and I heard her breath of relief before I even answered, “I’m not leaving, Angel.”Never again.

I pulled her body tight to my own and slid my hand to her thigh, gently moving it over my waist.

“Dare…” She shivered when I slid the tip of my cock along her seam, feeling her grow wet again.

I’d never done this before, but I couldn’t resist. Having her…having been inside her…it felt like I couldn’t breathe right without my body buried in hers.

“In fact, I’m going to stay right here…” I pushed back inside her. “All night…” I let out a hiss as her sore muscles welcomed my piercings and then tightly clutched my heavy length. “So you know I haven’t left,” I finished saying as I filled her completely, enjoying the way she gave a small shudder in my arms.

“All night?” she murmured, adjusting her position in a way that made me see stars.

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