Villain Ch 1627. One Emperor Seven Mad Demonesses [Part 3]
The throne room breathed with them.
Heat. Lust. Hunger.
They didn't remember the moment they stopped touching and started needing. Didn't recall the line where teasing ended and surrender began.
All they knew was him.
The weight of Allen's body, the heat rolling off his skin, the way his muscles tensed under their hands. The raw presence of him. It was more than dominance—it was gravity. He didn't just hold control. He was control. The throne pulsed behind them, and the crypt seemed to exhale with every gasp they gave.
It was Vivian who moaned first—sharp and guttural as Allen forced her down against the table's edge, his hand pressing the back of her neck into the cool wood. Her cheek scraped blood-smudged stone, and she loved it.
His other hand slid down her spine, over the curve of her hips, gripping tight.
She felt him.
Hard. Hot. Throbbing.
Not just against her. Inside her.
