Page 77 of Redeeming the Villain
She starts writhing in my grasp, her hips rolling back and forth as I push her closer to the edge. My dick is so hard that I think it might bust through my pants.
I need her like I’ve never needed someone, and that’s fucking terrifying, chilling me to the bone.
Her mouth forms a perfect O as she moans on an inhale, seconds from coming for me for the first time.
Rubbing my mouth against her pussy, I quicken my assault, feeling the exact moment her body falls into ecstasy.
“Malik,” she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes undone.
But I don’t stop. I devour her through her orgasm, feasting on every drop, moan, and whimper she’s willing to give me. I asked her to surrender to me, but I’m the one on my knees in front of her, begging for more.
As she starts to come down from her high, she leans forward, resting her hands on my shoulders. “I think I need to, umm … sit down.”
Oh my God, I didn’t even think about how this would affect her.Shit.
Acting instantly, I drop to the floor and open my legs, lifting my arms to help ease her down. “I’ve got you. Come here.”
She looks at me hesitantly and shyly, as if a moment ago I wasn’t tongue deep inside of her. Gradually, she uses my arms to help herself down to the ground, positioning herself between my legs.
Slowly, I turn her around so her back is to me. I ease her into my chest, wrapping my arms lightly around her. She leans back into me willingly, settling into my embrace.
“How can I help?” I ask, wanting to make this easier for her.
From the research I’ve done so far, I know that sitting down, slowing the heart rate, and elevating the legs are the best things to ease the symptoms. And staying hydrated.
“Just give me a second. I’ll be okay,” she murmurs, taking slow, long breaths. “I’m sorry. It kind of killed the mood …” She trails off, and my heart fucking sinks.
Leaning around the side of her head, I tip her chin up to look at me with my left hand, her blue eyes wide and vulnerable. “Nevereverapologize to me again. Especially when it comes tothis.”
She stares at me deeply, her eyes penetrating my goddamn soul.
“I’m serious, Alora. I never want to hear you say you’re sorry for that. Do you understand?” I brush her hair away from her cheek.
She nods. “Yeah. I just didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Why?” I wince, guilt following the sharp pang, knowing her mistrust comes from my actions in the past.
She purses her lips to the side, her cheeks reddening before answering, “I was scared you’d stop, and Ireallydidn’t want that.”
With my right hand, I cup her breast, and my left hand tightens its grip on her jaw. My voice is clear and sharp. “These are mine.” I shift my hand down her stomach, sliding my fingers between her legs and through her wetness. “This ismine.”
Her legs part, resting against mine, and my fingers start to circle that sweet bundle of nerves. But I pause for a second, waiting for her permission to continue. I don’t want to push her too fast if she’s still feeling lightheaded.
She nods, wetting her lips.
My thumb hooks beneath her jaw as my fingers slide to her throat, pulling her tighter against me as my other fingers continue their torment on her pussy.
“No one touches you but me, Alora,” I growl, leaning down and kissing her ferociously. “No dates. No other guys.”
Her body starts tightening, her back arching hard.
“Tell me you won’t let anyone else discover how delicious you taste, how dreamy you feel. Tell me, Bug. Tell me you belong to me.”
Her head falls back, her cheek crashing to my chest. “Please don’t stop.”
I chuckle darkly. “So greedy for another one already?” Using my thumb, I open her parted lips further, lining her mouth up below mine before spitting down between her parted lips.
Her eyes widen, but her pupils darken, showing me just how much she loves being under my control.
