I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 161: The Queen’s Surrender II (R18)

She gained confidence, her strokes becoming more assured. Then she leaned down, and the first touch of her tongue against him made his hips jerk.

"Sorry," she said, but she didn’t sound sorry. She licked him again, more deliberately this time.

"Don’t apologize. That’s good."

Encouraged, Lyristae took him into her mouth. Just the tip at first, her tongue swirling, then deeper. She had to adjust to accommodate his size, her jaw stretching, but she was determined.

Damien’s hand found her hair – not pushing, just holding, grounding himself. The wet heat of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue, the sight of her between his legs – it was almost overwhelming.

She pulled back, catching her breath. "Am I doing it right?"

"Very right. Use your hand too."

She did, coordinating the movements, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take. She was learning quickly, finding a rhythm, using her tongue in ways that made him groan.

Damien had to stop her before he finished. Gently pulled her up, ignoring her noise of protest.

"I want to be inside you for the first time."

Understanding dawned in her eyes. She nodded, moving to straddle him again, but he stopped her.

"Different position. This way I can control the pace, make sure it doesn’t hurt more than necessary."

He positioned her on her back, settling between her thighs. His fingers found her again, making sure she was ready, that the orgasm from earlier had left her wet enough.

"This might hurt initially," he warned.

"I know."

"Still." He kissed her while positioning himself. The head of him pressed against her entrance, and he pushed forward slowly.

Lyristae tensed. He felt the resistance, the barrier of her virginity, and paused.

"Breathe."

She did, and he pushed through in one smooth motion.

Lyristae gasped – pain and surprise mixed together. Damien held still, letting her adjust, his own control tested by how tight she was around him.

"Okay?" he asked after a moment.

"Give me a second." Her breathing was shallow. Then, slowly, she relaxed. Experimentally moved her hips. "Okay. That’s better."

He started moving. Slow at first, careful, watching her face for signs of discomfort. But Lyristae was already adapting, her body welcoming him, the pain fading into something else.

"Faster," she said.

"You sure?"

"Faster."

Damien obliged, increasing his pace. His hips met hers with more force, the sound of skin on skin filling the room along with her breathing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him deeper.

The feeling was incredible. The way she gripped him, the heat of her, the sight of her beneath him losing herself to sensation. Her breasts moved with each thrust, her head thrown back, that elegant neck exposed.

He wanted to mark her. Claim her visibly. His mouth found that exposed throat, teeth grazing, and Lyristae moaned at the added stimulation.

"Touch yourself," he instructed.

"What?"

"Touch yourself while I’m inside you."

She obeyed, her hand sliding between them. The first touch made her inner walls clench around him, and Damien groaned at the sensation.

He could feel her building toward another release. The way her breathing changed, her movements becoming less coordinated, her inner muscles starting to pulse.

"That’s it. Come for me."

His words pushed her over. Lyristae came with his name on her lips, her whole body tightening, pulling him deeper. The pulsing of her inner walls around him was almost enough to make him follow, but he held back through sheer will.

When she came down, limp and satisfied, he pulled out carefully.

"We’re not done," he said to her questioning look.

"We’re not?"

"Not even close. Turn over."

She did, getting onto her hands and knees, looking back at him with flushed face and curious eyes. Damien took a moment to appreciate the view – the curve of her back, the generous swell of her ass, the way her body was marked from his hands and mouth.

He positioned himself and pushed back in from behind.

Lyristae’s arms gave out immediately, her upper body collapsing to the bed while her hips stayed elevated. The angle was different, deeper, and she made sounds that were barely coherent.

Damien gripped her hips, using them for leverage as he thrust into her. This position let him go harder, deeper, and Lyristae took it all. Pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, clearly loving it despite – or because of – the intensity.

His hand came down on her ass. Lyristae’s response was immediate and enthusiastic – a gasp followed by a moan, her inner walls clenching.

"You like that?"

"Yes," she managed between thrusts.

He did it again, the other side, watching the pale skin flush pink. The combination of pleasure and the sharp sensation seemed to drive her wild. She was already building toward another release, her third of the night.

"So responsive," Damien observed, increasing his pace. "Taking me so well for your first time."

His words seemed to affect her as much as the physical sensation. She came again, crying out into the sheets, her whole body shaking.

Damien didn’t stop. Kept moving through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last until she was oversensitive and gasping.

Only then did he pull out again, turning her onto her back. Her hair was a mess, her face flushed, her body marked with evidence of everything they’d done. She looked thoroughly debauched and absolutely beautiful.

"One more position," he said, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders.

This angle was intense for both of them. He could see everything – her face, her breasts, the place where they joined. Could watch her reactions to every thrust.

Lyristae’s hands gripped the sheets, her eyes locked on his. The vulnerability in her expression, the trust, the raw pleasure – it was almost too much.

"I’ve wanted you for so long," she admitted breathlessly. "Across so many lifetimes. And this is better than anything I imagined."

"Good. Because I’m not done making you scream yet."

He increased his pace, angling to hit the spot inside her that made her see stars.

Her legs trembled on his shoulders, her inner walls gripping him rhythmically. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room along with her increasingly desperate sounds.

She came again – smaller this time, but no less intense. Just pulsing waves of pleasure that made her entire body tense.