Villain Ch 1981. You Don't Owe The World Your Body
"Already shaking?" Allen murmured, lips brushing skin far too close to where she needed him. "You really are something."
Her eyes fluttered open, just in time to see the wicked glint in his.
And then he kissed her there. Lower.
Right between her thighs. Her wet folds.
Her back arched sharply, a cry slipping from her lips… loud and helpless. "Oh~!"
His hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her steady, keeping her his as his mouth moved in slow, delicious torment. Not just kisses now, his lips and tongue worked with deliberate hunger. He kissed her flesh again. Sucked softly. Then again, this time longer, drawing another moan from deep in her throat.
She'd never felt anything like it.
The sensation wasn't just between her legs. It was everywhere. It hit her spine. Her chest. Her arms. Her toes. It curled through her like some wicked enchantment that Allen controlled with every flick of his tongue and press of his lips.
