Villain Ch 1809. What If I'm Not Enough?
The contrast wrecked her. The way his mouth was soft against her collarbone, the way his teeth nipped just enough to sting, the way his hands claimed her body without rushing.
She was on fire.
She wanted him.
But deep inside, that other voice still whispered 'What if it hurts? What if I'm not enough? What if I'm not ready?'
Her thighs pressed together, trembling, torn between fear and hunger.
Allen noticed—of course he noticed. His hand stilled against her skin, his eyes meeting hers again.
"You're scared," he said softly. Not judgment. Just fact.
Azura's lips parted, but no words came. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her skin hot, flushed everywhere his hands had been. She nodded once, quick and small.
"…A little."
Allen's thumb brushed her cheek, slow and grounding. His eyes never softened, but his voice dropped lower, steadier. "Don't be."
