Villain (Hero 1.50)

Relief lit up his eyes. “I’m clean.” He squeezed my waist. “I’m clean.”

“You know for sure?”

“I get tested every three months. My last check was two days before we met. I haven’t been with anyone since we met.”

I let out a shaky breath, my own relief great. “I’m clean too.”

His answer was to kiss me. Softly, sweetly. A complete contrast to the angry sex we’d had.

Guilt suffused me. “Henry.”

“God,” he groaned, grinding against me. “I love when you say my name.”

My breath stuttered, surprise trembling through me as the pleasure started to wave through my lower belly again. Already. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

His eyes locked to mine like he was trying to see down into the depths of my soul. “I take it that means you’ve stopped being pissed?”

“Have you?”

He grinned. “I just came harder than I’ve come in my life. What do you think?”

I laughed. “Men are so easy.”

“Oh, I’m a man again, am I?” he teased.

“I said I was sorry.” I stroked my fingers over his lips, feeling the sudden need to touch and taste him everywhere. “I promised you all night,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with renewed lust. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

“I will.” He kissed me, his tongue flicking lightly against mine before he pulled back. “But my turn first. I’m going to kiss and suck and lick every inch of you.” His eyes dropped to my breasts and I gasped as he cupped them in his hands and squeezed none too gently. “Starting with these.” He kissed the tops, dipping his tongue into my cleavage and making me clench around his cock that was growing harder inside of me. “You have no idea how many masturbatory fantasies I have had about your gorgeous tits.”

I arched into his hands. “Henry,” I pleaded.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Quite abruptly, he pulled out of me and wet came with him. He shoved a hand between my legs to feel his cum on me and I swear to God, I’ve never seen a man looked so turned on in my life as he rubbed his seed against my clit.

My fingers bit into his arms. “What are you doing?” I panted.

He didn’t answer but locked eyes with me, watching me gasp and squirm as he plunged two thick fingers in and out of me while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

Although my orgasm was slower in coming this time, it wasn’t as harsh. It was sweeter, slower, more languorous.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Henry kissed me softly as my skirts fell back to the floor.

Instead of answering, I kissed back, harder, wrapping my arms around his neck so I could feel every inch of him against me. This time our kiss was like a dream kiss—slow, sensual, arousing. I gave everything over to that kiss. I made it the best goddamn kiss I’d ever given. Because if tonight was all we had, I was going to make the most of it.

He woke me in the middle of the night, his mouth nuzzling mine. As soon as I started to return his kisses with fervor, I found myself pushed to my back as Henry settled his knees on either side of my waist.

There was tenderness mixed with the desire in his eyes and I was both thrilled and afraid. Hands braced on the mattress on either side of my head, he bent to graze his lips over mine. More nuzzling, soft, sweet kisses that gradually grew deeper. It felt like he was pouring his longing into me via his kisses and I wanted to cry because it was longing I returned. I was lonely. More than I’d realized. I’d been waiting for someone like Henry.

Tears burned beneath my lids because more than anything, I wanted to believe that these kisses were real. That his longing was as real as mine.

As if he sensed the change in my emotions, Henry’s kisses grew rougher, more desperate, and I clung to his waist to meet him breathless kiss for breathless kiss. I gasped into his mouth as his erection stroked my belly. His lips drifted from mine to lace kisses across my chin, down my jaw, along my collarbone. He kissed his way down my chest, his mouth hot, searching, as though he was looking to discover all my secrets.

I held on, trailing my fingertips in light caresses across his muscled back, sliding my hands up into the silk of his hair, and curling them in tight when his hot mouth closed around my left nipple. He sucked it and my hips jerked against him in reaction. “Oh God.” My thighs gripped him as I urged him closer, my back arching for more as he licked me and then sucked harder, all the while pinching my other nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“Oh God,” I moaned softly.

He lifted his head to watch my face as he moved against me, rubbing against my clit, building my need into craving. I groaned, tortured. “Henry,” I begged.

His answer was to dip his head again, to lick my other nipple, and cup and squeeze my breasts in his hands. He lifted his gaze, releasing my nipple from his mouth. “You’re so beautiful. I’m particularly enchanted by these.” He squeezed my breasts a little harder. Arousal shot straight from where he was fondling me to between my legs and the coil of tension tightened in my lower belly.

I was panting hard, my fingers tugging his hair. “I want you inside me.”

But Henry wasn’t done making love to me. He created a trail of feathery, tormenting kisses down my stomach. I shivered at the touch of his tongue across my belly and melted into the mattress, my thighs falling open, guiding him to his southerly destination.

He kissed me there. Licked me. Sucked my clit between those clever lips until I was shivering and trembling, fingers curling into the sheets, flushed furnace hot, as he played me toward climax.

I lost my breath as the tension tightened inside me, my hips stilling against his mouth momentarily as I reached my pressure point.

His tongue pressed down on my clit and that was it.

Over the edge I went as my orgasm seized me. I had no control over my body anymore as I pulsed and pulsed against his mouth.

Finally, cognizance returned as bliss faded to languid satisfaction. Henry moved back up my body and when I opened my eyes, I stared straight into his. He had his hands braced on either side of my head, his lower body pressed to mine.

Fear returned as he stared down at me with more hunger and want than any man I’d ever been with. He studied my face with his eyes and the gentle caress of his fingers, and something like panic squeezed my lungs. To escape it without escaping him, I pushed against his shoulder and shoved him onto his back. Anticipation flared in Henry’s eyes as he lay back on the bed for me, his cock straining toward his belly. This was what I needed and wanted right now. And I wanted him to find as much euphoria as he’d given me.

I lowered my head and Henry muttered, “Fuck, yes,” before I even touched him. When I wrapped my mouth around him, the muscles in his abs contracted and his hips flexed against me. His fingers threaded through my hair, “God, woman, you’re a miracle.”

I licked along the underside of his cock first, teasing him for only a few seconds before I began to suck, tasting the salty heat of him. At the same time as I moved my mouth, I pumped the root with my hand. His hisses and groans of need filled the room, and I got off on his noise of pleasure as if it were his touch. My nipples tightened into hard, achy peaks. I grew slick with heat between my legs and I found myself pumping my hips as I sucked him off.

I looked up at Henry’s face from under my lashes, loving the sight of his tight, restrained expression and the glow of raw lust in his low-lidded gaze. The color was high on his cheeks and his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as I vacillated between teasing licks of my tongue and hard pulls of my mouth. I slid my free hand up over the hot, damp skin of his lower abs, feeling them ripple under my fingertips.

I sucked him in deeper, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth gritted together. “Nadia,” he bit out, “fuck!”

That was my warning that he was coming and instead of jerking back, I sucked him through his climax, something I’d never done before, and he shuddered and shivered as he came down from the explosion.

When his cock softened, I pulled back to stare at him.

He stared back at me in awe.

But more… there was so much more in his expression. Escaping it once more, I jumped off the bed and pulled on my robe.