Villain Ch 1977. Strip!
Her hands curled in the blanket beneath her.
His lips traced along her inner thigh, then over the other. His hands stayed firm, one resting on her hip, the other holding her knee apart just enough to keep her open. Just enough to tease.
He looked up at her.
Her hair was messy now. Her dress falling from her shoulders. Her chest rising and falling in rapid little bursts.
And her eyes.
Glass-wet with need.
Allen leaned in again.
This time his teeth grazed her skin.
She gasped, fingers tightening in the sheets.
He didn't stop.
Didn't slow.
His kisses were fire now… deep, open, wet. His breath was hot against her thighs, his hand strong on her waist.
But then…
He stopped.
Pulled back.
Mila whimpered.
Actually whimpered.
Allen stood slowly, towering above her now, his breath steady and calm, but his eyes… weren't. There was something behind them. Something buried. Like a storm you only saw when the lightning cracked.
