Villain Ch 1811. Pain or Pleasure
Her chest heaved. The burn was sharp—too big, too much. But beneath it, heat spread like molten fire. Her body adjusted, little by little, to the sheer size of him.
Allen kissed her neck, her jaw, whispering steady, dark reassurances between every press of his lips. His hand stroked her side, grounding her even as he pushed deeper.
Until—
She felt him fully inside.
Full. Stretched. Entirely claimed.
Her breath shuddered. Her face burned hot, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't stop the moan that slipped past her lips.
He filled her. Completely.
And in that overwhelming, terrifying, intoxicating moment, she knew—
She would never forget the way Allen made her his.
