Villain Ch 1864. Should I Carve it Out for You?
Allen gritted his teeth, groaned deep from his chest, and spilled into her, thrusting hard enough to make the glass rattle in its frame. His jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut, the kind of climax that burned through his spine and ripped the breath from his lungs.
He held her up until her entire body went limp. Vivian was nothing but shivers, boneless, ruined—her leg still draped over his arm until he lowered her gently.
She whimpered as he pulled out, still trembling, still clenching around the memory of him.
Allen kissed her damp hair softly, then guided her to the couch like she was glass. She collapsed face-first into the cushions, naked and glowing, mumbling incoherent sounds that might have been his name.
