Page 54 of Claimed By the Villain

I rise with her in my arms and carry her to the bed.

“Don’t lie down. On all fours, facing me.”

I toss my jacket to the floor, followed by my T-shirt.

Jackie’s eyes follow me hungrily as I undress.

I kick off my shoes and socks. Strip off my pants and boxer briefs together, letting my hard cock spring free, thick, swollen, the head slick with precum, pointing straight up.

“I need to eat your mouth.”

Not the kind of warning I usually give. I’ve only ever been with experienced women who were ready to give everything in a fuck, but with her, I feel like I’m about to corrupt her purity. And it has nothing to do with me being her first or not, becauseI know for a fact that I’m not—it’s because Jackie is, at her core, good.

My opposite.

My match?

Mine.

I step forward, grip the back of her neck, and bend to take her mouth. I fist her hair firmly until she moans.

I pull back just enough to whisper in her ear:

“I know.”

She tilts her head to look at me.

“Know what?”

“I read your diary. I’ll go easy today, but once your pussy’s ready for me, I’m going to give you everything you need.”

“I…” she starts, but I bite her bottom lip, hard enough to sting.

“No need to be shy. You’re the most fucking delicious vixen in the world. I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine, Jackie. Between us, nothing will be off-limits. Every wet dream you wrote in that diary, I’m going to make it happen.”

She looks halfway between mortified and desperate for me to keep my promise—but tonight I’m going to be a fucking prince. It’s our first time together.

I leave her mouth and straighten my cock right in front of her lips.

Our eyes lock in silent understanding. Now that she knows I know, it feels like we share a secret that belongs only to us.

I glance down her naked body, palms braced on the bed, breasts marked by my beard and mouth, flushed from my sucking.

“Open up for me, Jackie.”

I let my fingers trail along the soft skin of her face, fighting for control as her full lips part just like I told her to.

My hand fists in her hair, holding her face up to me.

“You’ll tell me if I’m too rough? I’ll try to be as romantic as I can.”

“No. Be you. If you read my diary, you know I don’t dream of being a doll. I want to be your woman.”

I inhale deeply, her words soaking into every drop of my blood, making it boil. But I know Jackie has no idea what she’s asking for, so I decide to give her a taste of why she shouldn’t tease me like that.

I twist my hand tighter in her hair, and now she has no choice but to stay exactly where I want her.

She can’t move her head, but her eyes stay locked on mine, huge, bright, making silent promises I’d die for.