Villain Ch 1980. Bite and Pull
The air shifted, thick with heat. She could barely breathe. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Too shallow. Her skin flushed, slick with sweat where it met the sheets. Her legs trembled slightly from how wide he spread them, not from fear… but from how completely undone she already felt.
Allen hovered above her, the gleam of his shaft brushing low against her belly as he looked down with something between reverence and possessive hunger. His hand slid slowly along her waist, palm firm and claiming, until his thumb traced the edge of her bra.
"You're too quiet," he murmured. "Don't tell me you're already overwhelmed."
She blinked up at him, lips parted, trying to form something. A protest? A plea? She didn't know.
He didn't wait.
