The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate
Chapter 102: Devour You

Chapter 102: Devour You

Esme’s mind spun, unsure of how they had ended up here. One moment she was dizzy with anticipation in the kitchen, and the next, she found herself in Donovan’s chamber, their lips fervently entwined.

His blindfold was discarded somewhere, forgotten in the heat of their passion. Their bodies pressed together feverishly, desperate, as if they couldn’t bear the thought of being apart.

Time seemed to blur, and before she realized it, her clothes had slipped away, leaving her bare under his touch, her hair simmering with a bluish glow.

How did it come to this?

"I...wait," Esme breathed, her voice faltering as she broke the kiss. "I haven’t cleaned up properly. I’m still wet from the bath I had."

Donovan, however, seemed to have no such concern. His lips curved into a wicked smile, his voice low and sultry. "Doesn’t matter. You’ll be wetter soon enough."

Esme’s face flushed crimson at his words, and before she could respond, his mouth claimed hers again, more demanding this time, hot and insistent. She moaned into the searing kiss, which he responded to with a muffled groan.

He guided her toward the bed, gently lowering her onto the soft mattress. The warmth of the fire flickered across the room, its crackling merging with the sound of their shared breath.

Donovan hovered above her, his lips never leaving hers, and the intensity of their connection deepened, making the world outside disappear.

He was stealing her breath, and Esme reveled in the familiar taste of him, every kiss igniting the fire between them. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as their bodies met with a desperate need. Their lips moved in perfect sync, an unspoken dance of desire, until he teasingly nipped at her bottom lip and pulled away, leaving them both breathless.

His hands found her soft body, his fingers roaming across her skin like he knew exactly where to touch that would unravel her. Or... perhaps he couldn’t wait to start exploring.

Esme sighed softly as his mouth blazed a trail of heated kisses along her throat, then lower, his lips descending to her chest.

Her breath hitched when his eager mouth found her breast, the intensity of his touch making her gasp aloud. His lips closed around her with such hunger that she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped.

Sweet Moon goddess!

Her fingers twisted into his hair, gripping tight as waves of pleasure surged through her body. She arched beneath him on the bed, her every nerve alight with sensation.

She murmured something incoherent as his tongue swirled and teased her sensitive nipple, each flick sending her spiraling into bliss. He lavished attention on her, and Esme couldn’t help but wonder how he seemed to be so effortlessly good at making her cry between her legs.

His mouth was so skillful, so intoxicating, as though it belonged there, as if he’d been made for this moment. All she could think was how she wanted this night to never end.

His other hand found her second breast, cupping it with care, his fingers kneading and teasing while his mouth and tongue worshiped the other. Each touch ignited a deeper hunger within her, the heat pooling low in her belly as desire spiraled south.

When his mouth moved to the breast he’d been fondling moments ago, her body responded with fervor, her wetness growing with every skillful flick of his tongue.

It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and her toes curled against the bed as her breath came in shallow, rapid bursts. He showed her no mercy, his touch relentless, as though they were bound by something more than mere attraction.

"More..." she heard herself say, but she didn’t care. That was how desperately he made her want him.

The bond between them pulsed with life, wrapping them in its fiery embrace, and Esme felt so lost to it, barely able to think, her mind clouded by pure sensation.

It was a connection that defied all logic, a force that cared nothing for reason or consequences — only the desperate need to take what it desired.

When he finally moved away from her breast, his lips trailed lower, pressing slow, deliberate kisses down her flat stomach. Each touch was a promise, heating her skin with every soft press of his mouth, until her body practically burned beneath him, and he could feel the fire he had ignited in her.

His breath ghosted over her skin, lips trailing lower and lower, igniting tiny shocks of pleasure with every kiss.

Esme’s stomach tightened under the heat of his mouth, her muscles responding to the slow, sensual path he traced. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the blissful haze as his lips dipped to her navel, his breath warm and teasing. Every touch was electric, sending tremors through her, and she couldn’t stop the shaky breath that escaped her.

"You once asked me if I wanted to eat you," Donovan’s voice was deep and rough, whilst it cut through the fog of desire as he settled between her thighs. Esme’s eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the look in them — dark, sinful, and full of promise — made her heart race. There was something dangerously attractive in his blind gaze, something that warned her she shouldn’t be this excited, but she was.

His eyes expressed his emotions too vividly.

Her attention, however, shifted when he pulled off his shirt, revealing the toned body beneath that glowed in the firelight of the hearth. The flickering light danced over his sculpted chest, broad shoulders, and strong arms, casting shadows over the hard lines of his abs.

His runic marks, dark and mysterious, only added to the allure, accentuating the raw masculinity of him. They didn’t diminish his beauty but instead made him look more dangerously irresistible, as if he were carved from both darkness and fire. Esme’s breath caught at the sight, desire tightening inside her, utterly drawn in by the sheer power of him.

"Do you recall?" His voice had a predatory edge, sending shivers down her spine.

"I’ve always wanted to devour you, Esme," he murmured, his words dropping with intent as he lifted one of her legs, trailing slow, heated kisses along her thigh. His dark, lust-filled gaze gleamed like diamond as he added. "But not in the way you think."

Before she could respond, his hands gripped her hips, lifting her with ease as he placed her legs over his shoulders. Instinctively, her legs tightened around him, anticipation swirling in her chest. Then, without warning, his lips and tongue found her wet entrance, claiming her with an urgent, sensual hunger.

The sudden, overwhelming invasion had her gasping, a cry of pleasure spilling from her lips, her body arching as waves after waves of ecstacy washed over her.

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