Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1981

Chapter 1981: You Don’t Owe The World Your Body
Villain Ch 1981. You Don’t Owe The World Your Body

“Already shaking?” Allen murmured, lips brushing skin far too close to where she needed him. “You really are something.”

Her eyes fluttered open, just in time to see the wicked glint in his.

And then he kissed her there. Lower.

Right between her thighs. Her wet folds.

Her back arched sharply, a cry slipping from her lips… loud and helpless. “Oh~!”

His hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her steady, keeping her his as his mouth moved in slow, delicious torment. Not just kisses now, his lips and tongue worked with deliberate hunger. He kissed her flesh again. Sucked softly. Then again, this time longer, drawing another moan from deep in her throat.

She’d never felt anything like it.

The sensation wasn’t just between her legs. It was everywhere. It hit her spine. Her chest. Her arms. Her toes. It curled through her like some wicked enchantment that Allen controlled with every flick of his tongue and press of his lips.

She moaned again, louder this time, unable to stop the way her hips bucked upward, chasing more. Allen growled low, pleased, and pinned her down even harder.

He didn’t speak now. Just used his mouth to worship her, to break her open with pleasure.

And all she could do was burn.

Her body trembled against the sheets, breath coming in short, desperate pulls. The leather belt bit gently into her wrists every time her arms strained for something to hold on to, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care. All that existed was Allen’s mouth, Allen’s grip, Allen’s voice humming low against the inside of her thigh every time she whimpered his name.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his breathing unsteady, his eyes dark enough to swallow the room whole.

“Ah…” he exhaled, brushing his thumb across her swollen lower lip. “You’re ready enough.”

Mila’s heart hammered.

Allen straightened, towering above her with that impossible calm that somehow made him even more dangerous. The air around him seemed hotter, thicker. She watched him, chest rising fast, wrists tugging uselessly at the restraint.

He let his fingers trail down her cheek. “So,” he murmured, “raw… or with protection?”

The question shouldn’t have made her pulse spike this hard, but it did. Her mouth opened immediately, her body screamed raw, but her mind slammed into something hard and cold.

Her family.

Their control.

Their claws.

The way they would use any weakness, any vulnerability, any child she carried, as leverage.

Her throat tightened. The world tilted for a moment.

She whispered, almost too quietly, “Protection… with protection.”

Allen watched her closely, so close she wondered if he could see the years of fear behind that single choice. He didn’t mock her. Didn’t question it. Just nodded once, firm and simple.

“Fine.”

He reached for the nightstand drawer without breaking eye contact. The metallic tear of the foil pack cut through the silence, sharp enough to make her breath catch. He rolled the condom on with a slow, deliberate motion, as if showing her he wasn’t angry… but also showing her he was far from softening.

When he leaned down again, his forehead brushed hers.

“You don’t owe the world your body,” he whispered. “You give it on your terms.”

Her eyes stung. “Allen…”

“Shh.” He kissed her cheek. Not gentle, possessive. “I said fine. And I meant it.”

Then he shifted lower.

His body hovered over hers, heat radiating off him in waves. Mila’s breath caught when she felt the weight of him settle between her thighs again, solid, warm, overwhelming. His hands slid along her waist, up her ribs, then cupped her face.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I know.”

“You want me to stop?”

She shook her head instantly.

He smiled like he’d been waiting for that answer.

“Good.”

He lowered himself, chest against hers, mouth brushing her jaw. Her legs parted instinctively, welcoming him, inviting him, even though her heart threatened to burst out of her throat.

When Allen moved, slowly, she felt his shaft slide against her. Heavy. Hot. Too real. Too much. Her breath hitched violently, and she sucked in air like she’d just come up from underwater.

She wasn’t ready.

She was absolutely ready.

Her mind spiraled, her body clenching instinctively around the overwhelming sensation of him pressing where she was most sensitive, most vulnerable. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. Her vision blurred.

Allen kissed the side of her neck. “Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open.

He was already watching her, dark, intense, focused entirely on her reactions. His chest brushed her breasts with every breath, his scent thick and warm, a mix of sweat and heat and something that always felt like danger.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he whispered.

Mila swallowed hard. “I… I feel… full.”

His expression shifted, deepened. Something primal flickered behind his eyes.

“Good,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I want you to feel me. Every part of you should know who’s with you.”

Her fingers curled in the belt restraint, her back arching helplessly. Her thighs trembled around him, her breath coming out in sharp little bursts as she felt pressure, heat, closeness… too much and not enough at once.

Allen’s hand moved to her hip, holding her steady, grounding her.

“Breathe,” he said softly.

“I’m trying—”

“I know. That’s why I’m telling you.”

She inhaled shakily, then gasped when his hips shifted, aligning with her in a way that made her whole body jolt.

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Mila.”

Her name sounded different in his voice. Lower. Hungrier. Like it meant something. Like he was claiming it.

“I want you to say one thing,” he whispered.

She blinked up at him, dazed. “What?”

“That you want me.”

Her lips parted. “I…”

He held her cheek, thumb brushing her jaw. “Say it.”

Heat surged through her so fast she nearly cried.

“I want you…”

Allen exhaled shakily, hot breath against her mouth, body tensing above hers.

“Good,” he whispered. “Then hold on.”

He kissed her, hungry and deep… and the world burned out around her.