I'm in Love with the Villainess!-Chapter 128: Unbearable Pheromones
The shift didn’t slam into me.
It just slid in and got to work.
The room went soft and hazy. Edges blurred. The air turned warm and heavy, sweet and dirty on my tongue, like I was already tasting her.
I dragged in another breath before I even realized I was chasing more of it.
[Clear Mind]
The spell snapped on.
The fog cleared for a heartbeat.
Then it crawled back in, slow, thick, and impossible to shove off.
Evelina didn’t move.
She just watched me, eyes darker now—hungry, calculating—while her pheromones soaked the air, turning the whole room into one big invitation my cock and nerves were already answering.
My fingers dug into her hip. The lace under my hand felt pathetic. Thin, useless. Not protection, just stupid and useless shit in the way.
Her skin under it was warm and soft, and my hand wanted more of that, less of the fabric.
My breathing got rougher, heavier. My chest rising and falling against her. Heat was pooling low, dragging every thought down with it.
"You’re breathing differently," she murmured.
"I’m fine."
The lie came out raw, my voice lower, thinner, like it was being dragged over gravel.
Her mouth curved, sharp and knowing. "That didn’t sound convincing."
I leaned in without thinking.
Not to kiss her, just closer. Like my body had decided she was the only solid thing left to hold onto.
My mouth hovered at her collarbone. Her scent was stronger there, thick and sweet, almost sticky. My lips brushed her skin, and my tongue dragged over my lower lip, greedy for a taste I hadn’t taken yet.
[Clear Mind]
The spell slammed in.
My focus sharpened for a bit, then immediately started to split.
The pheromones weren’t smashing my thoughts flat. They were stripping the control off them, one layer at a time, until it felt like every filthy, hungry impulse was mine and mine alone.
"Still think you wouldn’t break first?" she whispered.
I kissed her shoulder—hard, not gentle. My teeth grazed skin I’d been avoiding on purpose.
Her skin was hot and smooth under my mouth. She arched into me, thighs tightening around my waist, pulling me in, grinding us closer. Her breath caught and hit my ear, sharp and needy.
I didn’t pull away.
I pressed in.
My hand slid up her waist, over the curve of her side, fingers spreading over bare skin and then the edge where lace cut across flesh. Her ribs, the flare of her hip, the tight line of her stomach, I dragged my hand over all of it like I’d been starving.
It wasn’t inaccurate, to be honest.
The delicate fabric snagged against my knuckles.
It was in the way.
My mouth crashed into hers. No teasing, no hovering, no almost. I kissed her rough and deep, shoving my tongue past her lips, taking her mouth like I’d been holding back for too long.
She met me head-on, kissing back just as hard. Her nails bit into my shoulders, sharp, leaving lines I knew I’d feel later. She sounded pleased about it.
"There you are..." she breathed against my lips, voice broken in the middle.
A sound tore out of me, low and rough, from my chest, from my gut, from lower. My whole body answered hers, hips pressing down, grinding her into the mattress, the hard heat between us leaving no doubt what she was doing to me.
Instinct took the reins.
The bed dipped and creaked under the push and pull of our bodies. Magic flared around us, static on my skin, feeding on the spike of lust and tension.
My authority stirred, but I stopped it before it tried giving me more control.
I didn’t want control.
The pheromones made sure of that.
My hand slid higher, under the lace this time instead of along it. My palm closed over her breast, warm and soft and full. Her nipple was already hard against my skin.
Her reaction was immediate. Her back arched off the bed, chest pushing into my hand, a shattered gasp ripping from her throat.
"Yes," she breathed, desperate.
That one word tore through the last bit of restraint I’d been pretending I still had. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
I caught a strap between my fingers and dragged it off her shoulder, then shoved the lace down and aside like it was nothing. Cool air hit the bare swell of her breast; my mouth followed a second later.
I sealed my lips around her, tongue flicking over that sensitive peak, then sucking hard.
Her whole body jerked. Her fingers buried in my hair, holding me there, not gently.
The clasp at her back gave under my hand with a soft snap.
I yanked it away, stripping it off and tossing it aside without looking. Her chest was completely bare now. Full, flushed nipples, tight and begging for attention. I gave it to them, my hands and mouth taking turns, squeezing, pinching, biting just enough to draw more broken sounds from her.
The air was heavy with her, thick, hot, and filthy with how wet she was. Every breath I dragged in shoved more of it into my lungs and straight down to my cock, already rock hard and straining against my clothes.
Take. Taste. Touch. Mine.
"You’re so easy—"
I cut her off with another kiss, swallowing her voice, her moan, everything.
My hand left her chest and slid down over the smooth curve of her stomach, fingers tracing the line of toned muscle there, heading lower. I stopped at the band of her last piece of lace, right over the heat between her legs.
Warm. Too warm. Too wet. Too thin.
I pressed my fingers there and felt the heat and softness through the fabric. She twitched, hips jerking up into my hand, a needy sound catching in her throat.
I hooked my fingers under the band and dragged it down.
She lifted her hips for me automatically, offering and helping.
The lace scraped down over the curve of her ass and the length of her thighs, slid past her knees, and dropped to the floor. The last scrap of clothing was gone, leaving her completely naked in front of me.
Her hips, the wet shine already glistening along her pussy, every inch of her was right there for me to look at and touch.
There was no distance left. No plan. No game.
Just heat, bare skin, my body shoved between her thighs, and her fast, complete surrender to exactly what she’d been wanting from the beginning.
