Villain Ch 199. Bloody Romance [Part 2] **
It was almost like staring at the sun directly without any protection whatsoever.
"Grit your teeth, I'm going in," he whispered.
He pushed forward, pushing himself between her legs so fast that she was unable to even register what happened before it had already started. She could only moan out loud when he forced himself deep inside her warm canal while kissing her neck softly. It felt amazing, especially since their bodies fit perfectly together from head to toe. She wrapped one hand around his shoulder while wrapping the other around his hip, pulling him closer to her.
His lips curled up into a devious smile as he realized exactly how much this moment made her feel. Her breaths came faster than ever before, growing increasingly louder with every passing second until she eventually screamed aloud with pure blissful ecstasy.
Every nerve in her body was alive with electricity; she couldn't tell whether or not she was screaming because of pleasure or pain. The feelings were simply overwhelming enough to make her body shake uncontrollably—even though there wasn't a single ounce of discomfort present anywhere on her frame.
The look on Jane's face spoke volumes about her own thoughts on the matter—the way her eyes widened slightly and how her mouth opened wide like an excited child who just got everything they asked for on Christmas morning. That expression told him that there was nothing quite like making love to someone you truly loved, where each touch meant something special.
This experience went beyond physical boundaries, soaring straight past common decency and becoming something so intimate and so beautiful it left him speechless. In fact, he didn't say another word during the entire encounter; he merely enjoyed being in her presence as best he could without letting any of his true emotions get away from him.
Reaching their climaxes, Jane's whole body trembled while breathing heavily through her nose.
"You are such a good girl…," he whispered into her ear with affectionate awe.
"Thank you." Her eyes glowed brightly with adoration while her lips parted into a smile filled with pride at the compliment she had received from this man whom she cherished. She reached down with both hands and wrapped them around his back, pulling him close to herself before burying her face deep into his chest.
Their heartbeats matched perfectly together once more. Her bare breasts pressed against his muscular torso. The air between them began to stir again. A pleasurable aroma wafted out of her hair when she breathed on it gently.
"You know, it's really surprising how quickly you can switch gears like that," she whispered, her voice laced with astonishment. When they first set foot in this room, Allen exuded an aura of bloodlust, leading her to believe that he would ravage her just like a wild beast seizing its prey. But she was wrong. Instead of a beast, he seemed more like a cunning psychopath with a twisted mind, effortlessly manipulating his victims to dance to his tune. And she couldn't deny it—despite the grimness of the situation, the sensation of his bloody hand caressing her body had ignited an unexpected wave of desire within her.
"I despise becoming a mindless monster," he declared, his voice tinged with determination. "No matter how physically powerful someone may be, they are utterly worthless if they lose themselves in mindlessness." He had witnessed countless individuals, both in the real world and the game, fall prey to that fatal flaw.
"Well, being a mindless monster in an intimate moment once in a while isn't necessarily a bad thing," Jane playfully remarked, her voice carrying a mischievous undertone.
Allen let out a hearty chuckle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, is that so?" he replied, a hint of intrigue in his voice. "Well, maybe I'll have to consider it then," he added, his tone teasing and flirtatious.
The soft fabric of the sofa cradled their bodies as they lay entwined, finding solace in each other's embrace.
As the silence stretched on, the only sounds filling the room were the gentle hum and their synchronized breathing. Allen's arms encircled Jane, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go. They had fought side by side and faced a lot of foes, but at this moment, it was the simplicity of their connection that brought them the greatest comfort.
Breaking the silence that hung in the air, Allen spoke with a heartfelt sincerity that caught Jane off guard. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you for reminding me of who I truly am and for guiding me back to myself."
Jane's voice, a tender whisper, broke the silence that enveloped them. "You don't have to thank me, Allen," she murmured, her breath caressing his ear. "We were chosen by the game company, handpicked among countless players, because they saw something in us. They wanted us to be a team, to accompany each other in this virtual realm. Through battles, wars, and everything in between."
Her words resonated within Allen's core, reminding him of the profound purpose that had brought them together. He couldn't help but be moved by the unwavering support and loyalty that emanated from Jane's voice. The weight of his burdens felt a little lighter as he absorbed the genuine concern she had for him.
Moved by his expression, Jane shifted her body slightly, her eyes locked on Allen's. With a tenderness that could melt even the hardest of hearts, she pressed her lips gently against his, a gesture brimming with affection and understanding. Her hands found their way to his cheeks, her touch grounding him in the present moment. Her eyes, shining with warmth, conveyed a message of unwavering support. "So, please," she implored softly, her voice filled with both earnestness and tenderness. "You don't have to bear the weight alone. Share your burdens with us, with me."
A surge of gratitude washed over Allen, and a warm smile spread across his face, illuminating his features. "I will," he whispered, his voice filled with a depth of appreciation and determination. His words were a solemn vow, a promise to open up and lean on his companions when the weight of the world threatened to overwhelm him.
Note: I admit that this is the first time I have written dark intimate moment and wholesome in one scene. It's harder than I thought but I hope I can convey the feelings of the two characters well.
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