Villain Ch 1812. Consumed
It was too much.
Every brush of his hips against hers, every rough stroke of his hand over that most sensitive spot, every low groan rumbling from his chest—it drove her higher, tighter, until her body screamed for release.
And then—
It hit.
The pleasure crashed through her.
She cried out, her voice breaking on his name, her whole body tightening around him as wave after wave rolled through her.
Her nails dug into her palms, her legs clamped desperately around his waist. She was lost, undone, consumed.
"Allen—ahh—!"
He kissed her then, swallowing her cries, groaning against her lips as she shuddered beneath him. But he didn't stop.
Even as her body pulsed and clenched, even as she whimpered from the intensity of her climax, Allen kept moving. Steady. Relentless.
He hadn't finished.
