Villain Ch 286. You Taste Like Wonton Soup
After their heartfelt embrace, Jane reluctantly pulled away, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Um... I think the wonton soup is ready. I'll go grab it," she mumbled, her voice slightly shaky. She hadn't anticipated that her spontaneous decision to visit Allen would unveil such a significant piece of his past.
Allen nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at Jane. "Alright. And I'll get the bandage," he replied.
With a firm grip on the oven mitts, Jane carefully retrieved the steaming bowl of wonton soup from the microwave. The heat radiated through the mitts, causing a gentle warmth to spread across her hands. She placed the bowl gently on the kitchen counter, the rich aroma of the savory broth wafting up and enveloping the room. It was a simple meal, but she hoped it would bring some comfort to Allen, even if just for a moment.
As she turned to face him, she noticed that Allen had retrieved a first aid kit from the nearby cabinet. His eyes met hers, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Jane extended her injured leg slightly, exposing the small wound just below her knee. Allen's touch was gentle as he unraveled the bandage and began sticking it on the wound.
Once the bandage was secure, Allen placed a gentle hand on her knee, his touch warm and reassuring. "There you go," he said softly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "All patched up."
Jane nodded, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Thank you," she replied.
With the bandage securely in place, Jane and Allen found themselves in a somewhat subdued atmosphere. The weight of their recent conversation lingered in the air, and both seemed lost in their own thoughts. Jane couldn't help but steal glances at Allen, trying to gauge his emotions and whether her newfound knowledge of his past had drawn them closer or created a rift between them.
Allen, on the other hand, sat at the kitchen counter, his focus fixed on the bowl of wonton soup before him. He took small, contemplative bites, his mind swirling with a mix of uncertainty and introspection. He pondered whether revealing his dark past would cause Jane to view him differently, whether it would shatter the image of the person he had become in her eyes. Thoughts of his actions in the game, where he had occasionally let his darker impulses run wild, crept into his mind. It was a conflicting realization, as he grappled with the fear that his past might overshadow the person he aspired to be.
The silence stretched between them. Jane sensed Allen's unease. She understood that the weight of his confession could potentially leave him feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her instincts urged her to bridge the gap, to let him know that his past didn't define him in her eyes. She decided to break the silence, her voice gentle yet filled with a sense of understanding.
Leaning on the counter, she rested her elbows and locked her gaze with Allen's.
"So, was the wonton soup as delicious as it looked?" she asked playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.
Allen couldn't help but smile. "You've never tasted this brand before?" he inquired, genuinely surprised.
Jane shook her head, her lips curving into a playful grin. "Nope, it was my first time buying it, and I was just about to give it a try. Lucky for you, you got to be the taste tester," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
Allen smiled, his heart feeling lighter as their banter filled the air. "Well, I have to say, it may not be as good as homemade, but it's definitely close enough," he replied, savoring the memory of the now-empty bowl. The flavors lingered in his mouth.
Jane's gaze lingered on Allen's lips, a playful glint in her eyes. Without uttering a word, she found herself captivated by the remnants of the delicious wonton soup that still clung to his mouth.
Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Jane leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I try it?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
Confusion flickered across Allen's face. "Should we buy another pack?" he questioned, momentarily perplexed by her request.
Jane shook her head, her smile growing wider. "Nah, it's fine. I just want to taste a little bit," she reassured him, her eagerness palpable. In a swift, unexpected motion, she closed the distance between them, her lips lightly grazing his.
"You taste like wonton soup," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
The words hung in the air, charged with a mix of playfulness and anticipation. A spark ignited between them, fueling an irresistible desire. Jane, overcome by the flavors that lingered on his lips, was unable to resist the temptation any longer.
In an instant, her playful kiss transformed into something more intense, more passionate. It was as if their connection, built upon shared stories and vulnerabilities, had erupted into a moment of raw desire. She pressed her lips firmly against his, savoring the taste of the soup intermingled with the sweetness of their connection.
Allen's surprise quickly turned into reciprocation, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer. In that electrifying moment, they lost themselves in the depth of their emotions, their tongues dancing together, exploring the intricate flavors that only their shared intimacy could create.
In the heat of the moment, Jane's hands continued to explore Allen's face and neck, their touch leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Their connection deepened, each touch igniting a flame of desire within them.
Allen's mind raced, his thoughts consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His body yearned for more, craving a physical connection that went beyond. His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the intense longing that coursed through his veins.
As the realization of his desires hit him with full force, Allen abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his head turning away to regain control. He could feel his hands trembling, a visible manifestation of the turmoil raging within him. They were alone at this moment, and he had made a confession he never thought he would say.
"Jane," he spoke, his voice strained with a mixture of desire and caution. "This is not in the game. Please don't seduce me... It's dangerous. I don't know how to stop myself," he warned, his voice laced with both desire and apprehension. Deep down, he understood the potential consequences of giving in to their physical desires.
Allen felt a whirlwind of emotions surging through him, his mind grappling with the complexity of his desires. He realized that his tumultuous childhood and strained familial relationships had left him with an intense craving for two things: acts of service and physical touch. These had become his love languages, ways for him to express and receive affection. This was also the reason why he didn't hesitate to touch or return Zoe and Vivian's kisses. Because deep inside of him, he wanted it. But he only wanted to do it to women who genuinely love him, not something he could buy with money.
And now, standing before Jane, he saw his desires brought to life, igniting a passionate flame within him. For so long, he had suppressed these cravings, believing that genuine connection and affection were elusive to him. But now, faced with Jane's presence and her enticing invitation, he was forced to confront the raw desire that simmered just beneath the surface.
With a mix of trepidation and longing in his eyes, Allen met Jane's gaze. Her whispered words hung in the air, sending a shiver down his spine. "Then don't stop," she implored, her voice laden with desire.
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