The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 181: Only YOU r18

I released her wrists.

Not out of mercy, though she’d certainly earned some but because I needed both hands for what came next.

Her arms dropped immediately, landing on the moss beside her head with the kind of boneless exhaustion that suggested she’d been straining against my grip harder than I’d realized. She didn’t try to push me away, didn’t attempt to cover herself or regain any of the control I’d systematically stripped from her.

She just lay there, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with sweat despite the cool air, looking absolutely wrecked.

Perfect.

I grabbed both her thighs, my hands spanning the soft flesh, and pressed them together. Firmly. Creating a tight channel between them while simultaneously caging her against me, eliminating any possibility of escape.

Her eyes widened slightly as understanding dawned, as she realized what I was about to do.

"Soren—"

I freed myself with my other hand, and even in the dim bioluminescent glow, there was no missing the state I was in. Flushed dark, hard enough to ache, my cock glistening with enough precum that it had soaked through my trousers before I’d even gotten them open.

Watching her fall apart repeatedly while denying myself the same release had been exquisite torture, and now I was going to claim my reward.

I positioned myself between her pressed-together thighs, the head of my cock sliding against her soaked folds, and the sensation nearly undid me immediately.

Heat. Slick wetness. The perfect amount of pressure from her thighs squeezed together.

She moaned... a broken, desperate sound... and I had to close my eyes for a moment, had to force myself to breathe through the overwhelming need to just thrust hard and fast until I spent myself.

But I wanted to savor this. Wanted to draw it out. Wanted her to feel every inch of me sliding against her, wanted her to understand exactly what she did to me.

I started moving slowly, drawing myself back and then sliding forward, rubbing against her swollen bud with each thrust. The friction was incredible... her thighs creating enough resistance that every movement required effort, her arousal making everything slippery and obscene.

The sounds alone were enough to drive me insane. Wet, lewd noises that echoed in the quiet forest, accompanied by her increasingly desperate gasps and my own harsh breathing.

I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t slow down even though I’d intended to take my time, because the sensation of her wrapped around me, even like this, even without being inside her properly, was too good, too perfect, too exactly what I’d been craving.

I thrust faster, harder, feeling her body respond beneath mine. Feeling the way her hips began to move despite her exhaustion, rocking to meet my movements, chasing friction against her oversensitized clit.

And then she broke.

Her orgasm hit without warning... finally, after all that denial... and I felt it in the way her entire body went rigid, in the flood of fresh fluid that soaked my cock and her thighs, in the sound that tore from her throat and echoed off the cavern walls above us.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

I gave her a moment to recover, slowing my movements to let her catch her breath. Released one of her legs so I could lean down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth that was somehow more intimate than anything else we’d done.

"There you go," I murmured against her lips. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

She tried to glare at me, but there was no real heat behind it. Just exhaustion and satisfaction and the kind of vulnerability that came from being thoroughly undone.

I returned her leg to its position, bundling both thighs up again with one arm while my free hand moved to cup her face. My thumb traced across her cheek, wiping away the sweat gathered there, and then I started moving again.

Couldn’t help it. Was too close myself, too desperate for release after denying myself while torturing her.

This time I didn’t hold back. Didn’t try to maintain control or draw it out. Just fucked her thighs with increasing desperation, the friction and heat and slickness combining into sensation so intense it bordered on painful.

Her clit was getting rubbed with every thrust, and even though she’d just come, her body responded again. I could feel it in the way she tensed, in the breathless sounds she was making, in how her fingers dug into my shoulder like she needed something to hold onto.

The pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter until I knew I was seconds away from losing it completely.

"Eris—" Her name left my lips like a prayer, and then I was coming, spilling across her stomach in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever, pleasure whiting out everything else until all I knew was heat and her and the overwhelming satisfaction of finally letting go.

I collapsed forward slightly, catching myself on one arm to avoid crushing her, my breathing harsh and uneven as sensation slowly ebbed.

But I wasn’t done with her yet.

While she was still catching her breath, still floating in that post-orgasmic haze, I slid my fingers inside her again. Her thighs were still pressed together, making her entrance impossibly tight, and the way her walls immediately clenched around the intrusion made me groan.

"Soren, I can’t—" she protested weakly, but her body was already responding, already seeking more despite the overstimulation.

"Yes, you can," I told her, working my fingers deeper, curling them to stroke against that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Just one more time Your Majesty."

I fucked her with my fingers relentlessly, my thumb finding her abused clit and rubbing despite her whimpered protests, pushing her toward another edge she didn’t think she could reach.

But her body knew better.

Within minutes she was trembling again, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers, her breathing going sharp and desperate. I pressed harder, moved faster, gave her no choice but to fall over that edge one final time.

When she came, it was different. Wetter. Her release literally gushing over my hand as her body convulsed, as she squirted with enough force that it soaked the moss beneath us and dripped down my wrist.

And then she collapsed. Completely. Her body going boneless, her eyes fluttering closed, every ounce of tension draining out of her until she was just lying there, thoroughly destroyed.

I withdrew my fingers carefully, instinctively brought them to my mouth one last time to taste her, and then finally released her thighs, letting her legs unfold and stretch out on either side of me.

My own strength was wavering, exhaustion from the feast and the journey and the intensity of what we’d just done finally catching up to me. I collapsed beside her, immediately pulling her close against my chest, tucking her head under my chin.

We were both breathing hard. Both covered in sweat and cum and probably bits of glowing moss that had stuck to our skin. The floating lights drifted around us like curious observers, their gentle glow painting her face in shades of blue and green that made her look otherworldly.

For a long moment, we just lay there. No words. No movement beyond the rise and fall of our chests. Just two people who’d crossed a line they could never uncross, who’d claimed each other in ways that went far beyond any contract or arrangement.

Finally, when I could form coherent thoughts again, I tightened my arms around her and spoke quietly into her hair.

"I don’t mind saying it over and over again until you believe me." My voice was rough, raw from exertion and emotion. "I want you. Not temporarily. Not conditionally. Not until someone better comes along."

I pulled back slightly so I could see her face, so she could see mine and know I meant every word.

"Only you," I finished simply. "It’s only ever going to be you."

She didn’t respond. Didn’t argue or try to push me away or remind me about contracts and arrangements and all the careful distance she’d been trying to maintain.

She just lay there in my arms, too exhausted to argue, too emotionally raw to deny what had just happened between us.

But I could see it in her eyes... that dawning realization that she was in considerably deeper than she’d ever intended. That whatever she’d told herself about keeping this professional and strategic had just been thoroughly demolished.

That she was falling for me just as hard as I’d already fallen for her.

And for now, that was enough.

I held her close, surrounded by beauty and bioluminescent light and the aftermath of passion that had reshaped us both, and let myself believe that maybe... just maybe.. we could find a way to make this work.

That I could keep her. Keep this. Keep us.

No matter what it took.

The floating lights continued their aimless drift around us, and somewhere far above, the palace carried on with whatever drama and politics awaited in the morning.

But down here, in this forgotten forest beneath ice and stone, there was only warmth and exhaustion and the steady rhythm of two hearts beating in tandem.

Only us.

And that was everything.