Villain Ch 1982. Mila's First [Part 1]
Allen's forehead pressed to hers, breath shaky and hot, his voice low in her ear.
"Stay with me," he murmured.
Her fingers strained against the belt. Her legs shook around him. Her chest rose too fast, too shallow.
He held her still, one hand gripping her hip, the other cupping her jaw like he needed to feel every flinch and tremble she made.
"Mila," he said again, deeper this time. "Look at me."
She forced her eyes open.
His face hovered inches from hers.
Hungry. Focused.
And impossibly gentle in a way that didn't soften the dominance, it sharpened it.
"You feel me," he whispered. "All of me."
Her breath caught. "Allen…"
"I know," he murmured. "It's a lot. You're tight. You're scared. Your body's trying to figure out what's happening."
Her chest trembled. Her voice cracked. "It… it hurts…"
His thumb stroked her cheek, slow, grounding. "That part always does the first time. It's your body stretching for me."
