A Gorgeous Villain (St. Mary's Rebels 2)

I already fell in love with him, two years ago, and now I know that I never fell out of it. Even when he broke my heart and I hated him. Even when I wanted to move on.

I never stopped loving him.

And now I don’t have to stop. I can keep loving him for eternity. I can keep loving my villain even if I can’t tell him. Even if he doesn’t want me to.

Then his hand on my face goes up to my hair. He tugs my head back, primal, savage hunger evident in every line of his face, and bends down even more, seeking something. Seeking me. And I go up on my ballerina toes.

I grab his shirt and crane my neck up, give myself to him.

Because if I don’t, I think the hunger will eat him alive. This hunger that’s been building up inside of him for weeks.

And I can’t let that happen. I can’t let him suffer any longer now that he’s captured me, my heart.

So I offer my mouth to him to feed on.

But it’s not as if I’m shy. That all I do is let him take, no.

I take things from him too.

It’s important, see.

It’s important to take because I’m hungry too. In fact, my hunger matches his. This hunger to love him, and if I can’t say it with words, then I will let my body talk.

I will let my lips speak for me when they open for him and they suck on his lips. When my tongue licks his and my teeth clack with his. And when his hands tug at my hair and his hoodie that I’m wearing, my hands come alive too. They tug on his shirt, pull at his buttons.

Soon though Reed has to break the kiss to divest himself of his shirt, throwing it away. But he doesn’t stop there.

He takes off the hoodie I’m wearing too. Not only that, he goes down on his knees to take off my pajama pants. And it all happens so fast and yet so slow that by the time I’m naked and he comes back up, I’m dying to put my mouth on him.

And then we don’t break even when he picks me up. I’m heavier now but he doesn’t even pant or blink an eye.

I suck on his cupcake lips as he walks out of the bathroom, strides down the hallway and reaches my bedroom, lowering me onto the bed and inevitably breaking our kiss.

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him, standing at the foot of the bed, his thick cock making a tent in his pants. And as enticing as it is, my eyes don’t stop there.

Because God, he’s bare-chested.

This is the first time I’ve seen him like this.

It’s crazy, isn’t it?

So freaking insane that I’ve loved him for two years and I’m pregnant with his baby but I have never ever seen him naked. I’ve never ever seen that vampire skin mold over the broad muscular shoulders, those jutting collar bones. Or that sparkling skin stretching over his taut arched pecs.

I’ve never seen his light brown nipples that I want to flick with my fingers. Or his taut ribs. That stomach, all muscular and dense with a ladder of abs. His sleek waist and his belly button that I want to dip my tongue in.

I don’t even know how to describe him except to say, “You’re gorgeous.”

“But a villain,” he whispers, and I look up to find his eyes on fire, his eyes roving over me, over my swollen belly, my bigger tits, the wet gash between my thighs.

I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re a villain.

I don’t say that though.

Instead, I demand with wide eyes, “I wanna see.”

“See what?”

I lick my lips. “Your cock.”

Something about my shamelessness makes him chuckle, his stomach hollowing, throwing his corrugated muscles into stark relief. “You want to see my dick, Fae?”

I nod, glancing down at the bump in his jeans. “Yes.”

“Because you’ve never seen him, have you?”

I bite my lip, slide my leg up and down the bed. “No.”

“And he’s been inside of you.”

I swallow, looking back at his face because I don’t know where to look, at his wolf eyes or his hard-on. “Uh-huh.”

His hands go to his button and my breath hitches when he pops it. I clench the sheet when he lowers the zipper. “And he gave you this. Your swollen belly.”

At his words, that swollen belly flutters. But I know the difference now. I know it’s not Halo. She’s sleeping safely inside my body.

I know it’s him. It’s my love for him that flutters, that has been fluttering all this time, spreading its wings, wanting to fly.

I’ve had it caged until tonight.

But I let it fly now.

I let my love for him fly and flow through my veins and I nod. “Yes. And it’s unfair. That I haven’t seen him yet.”