Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1979

1979: Belt and Headboard 1979: Belt and Headboard Villain Ch 1979.

Belt and Headboard  He brought her wrists up, slow, almost gentle.

Almost.

Then looped the belt around them, fastening her hands to the headboard.

“You can still breathe,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear.

“That’s enough freedom.” She gasped as the leather tightened just a notch more.

Then he leaned back.

Looked at her.

“I’m going to be rough,” Allen said.

No apology.

No soft edge.

Just truth.

Cold and hot at the same time.

And her body?

It responded.

A pulse deep and aching.

He stood.

His clothes came off slowly.

Like he wanted her to feel the anticipation.

The strip of fabric across his chest.

The sleeves.

The heat of skin revealed inch by inch, as his toned frame came into view, until there was nothing left.

Her eyes dipped lower.

And her breath hitched.

There.

Thick.

Hard.

Heavy.

He was fully bared now, and she couldn’t look away.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice a little smug.

But that edge of heat behind it made it land differently.

Deeper.

She nodded before she realized she had.

Allen smirked.

“Then taste it.” He stepped closer.

One hand stroked the side of her face, thumb brushing over her flushed cheek.

That same hand trailed down to cup her jaw, thumb tilting her face up, just a bit.

His shaft, long, thick, pulsing with need, hovered close.

Too close.

“What are you waiting for?” he whispered.

“Come on…” And so she did.

Nervous at first.

Uncertain.

Her lips parted.

She kissed the base.

Just a test.

Just a taste.

Allen hissed through his teeth.

Not loud.

But the way his jaw flexed…how his hand twitched in her hair… told her everything.

“Yeah…” he exhaled, deep and low.

“Just like that.” She licked him.

Then took him deeper.

Her tongue traced the veins along the shaft as her lips wrapped around him.

Allen’s breath faltered.

She’d expected him to grunt.

To hold still.

But instead?

His head tipped back.

A groan spilled from his throat.

Not sharp.

But raw.

Like she’d struck some nerve he wasn’t ready to reveal.

She froze for a second.

He made that face?

That helpless one?

That vulnerable one?

Her gaze flicked up and he was biting his lower lip, trying to hold still.

His eyes were half-lidded, dark, hungry, and a little stunned.

“You’re full of surprises,” he muttered.

She smiled, lips still around him.

Her heart pounded so loud it almost muffled everything else.

Mila didn’t need to look up again to know how he was reacting… she felt it.

In the way his shaft twitched against her tongue.

In the way his breath hitched when she sucked a little deeper, her lips forming a seal so tight the heat of him pulsed against the back of her throat.

She had never done this before, but instinct… no, desire… guided her.

She wanted to please him.

To taste every inch of his control and see how far it could slip.

He tasted like sweat and skin and something darker… heady, salty, a mix of arousal and power, as if his body was leaking the very essence of dominance.  The scent of him clouded her brain, masculine and raw, flooding her nose as she let her tongue flick over the underside of the shaft, teasing the vein that throbbed with tension.

She dragged her tongue from base to tip, then wrapped her lips tighter and sank down again, deeper this time.

Her cheeks hollowed.

Her jaw ached slightly, but she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Because Allen groaned.

A sound low and broken and completely unguarded.

That was enough reward to make her thighs press together, heat spiraling between them.

She swirled her tongue again, tracing circles near the tip, feeling the way it pulsed, alive with restrained power.

Her lips slid wetly, again and again, mouth slick, throat tightening, but she didn’t gag.

She breathed through her nose, tears welling slightly in her lashes, but the thrill in her chest drowned out everything else.

She liked this.

Liked tasting him.

Liked knowing she could make him shudder just from her mouth alone.

She moaned softly around him, the vibration drawing another sharp breath from above.

Mila had never felt this kind of power before… helpless but holding all the control with just her tongue and lips.

And Allen, for all his domination, couldn’t stop the way his hips twitched forward, just a little.

His restraint was slipping.

She felt it.

And so she took him deeper one last time, tongue pressing flat, lips sealing tight… just as his hand gripped her hair.

Allen shuddered.

Then his hand tightened in her hair… not cruelly, but possessively.

“That’s enough,” he growled softly.

“I’m not going to break from a mouth… not yet.” He pulled back.

She blinked, dazed and flushed, lips slick, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her mouth to the tip of him before it broke.

His shaft glistened… wet, flushed a deep, aching red, streaked with her spit.

The veins stood out along the thick length, twitching with restrained need.

Every inch of him looked impossibly hard, like it throbbed from how long he held himself back.

It twitched again, bobbing slightly, like even now it demanded more.

And he was full.

She could tell.

Full and heavy.

His muscles were tight, his jaw clenched, breath ragged.

Like he was seconds from snapping.

Like if she’d gone any further, he would’ve let go and he wasn’t ready for that.

Not yet.

His gaze burned into hers, wild and molten and dark with intent.

And then he was climbing over her again.

The belt still held her.

She couldn’t move.

Not really.

Her hands strained lightly against the leather, but that only made the blood thrum faster in her wrists, in her thighs, in her chest.

Allen leaned in.

His body now fully pressed against hers.

Skin to skin.

Heat to heat.

“You made me feel something dangerous just now,” he whispered.

Her lips parted.

“What was it?” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then growled against her skin.

“Mercy.” Then he pushed her thighs apart.

And there was no more mercy.

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