The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate
Chapter 90: A Hit And Run

Chapter 90: A Hit And Run

Donovan had only ever known darkness, but with Esme, he didn’t need sight to experience everything she was.

The moment her breath brushed his lips, his senses ignited.

His hands explored her, tracing each delicate curve with a tenderness that etched her form into his mind more vividly than any sight ever could. Her skin was silk under his fingertips, each touch kindling warmth that spread between them.

Her soft gasps were intoxicating, like a melody only he could hear, guiding his hands and mouth as he worshiped every inch of her.

Fuckin’ hell!

Her scent wrapped around him, mingling with his own, turning it into something far more effective than an aphrodisiac, and he found her lips again in his state of urgency.

The taste of her, like honey and desire, sent a pulse of heat through him.

The bulge in his pants felt strained, aching for release, and when he made her feel exactly what she was doing to him, rubbing the hard pressure of his arousal against her, he bit back a curse when he heard her moan.

Her every sound, every hitch of her breath, told him she wanted this just as much as he did. He gripped her hips, pulling her against him, and the feel of her heartbeat against his chest made the outside world vanish.

In the darkness, she was all he needed to see.

"Donovan," the moment the soft whisper of his name escaped her lips, his body tensed, heat flooding through him.

Without thinking, he lifted her, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist as though she belonged there.

The fabric of her gown slid up, exposing her thighs, smooth and warm beneath his fingers. He squeezed them, savoring the soft give of her skin under his grip, the way her body fit so perfectly against his.

A rush of heat coiled through him, igniting something primal, something untamed that clawed at the surface.

His canines lengthened as he inhaled her intoxicating scent, filling his lungs with it. It was sweet, floral, and unmistakably hers. Esme was a scent, a taste, a feeling like nothing he’d ever known, and it consumed him entirely.

Her presence clouded his mind, drowning him in a haze of want so thick that every thought blurred into one — all he could focus on was her.

"Ah... fuck," he growled. The way her breath caught in her throat as his canine grazed over her skin drove him wild, and his hands roamed, tracing the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist, savoring every inch as though he was learning her all over again.

"Hold on tight, because you’re about to be fucked beneath this tree." He growled, his voice rough with the weight of what was coming.

There’s no going back now.

Letting his hand travel up her body, he gave her breast a soft, teasing squeeze before trailing back down to her thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to touch her underwear.

Esme’s breath faltered, her body trembling when his fingers brushed against the lace. He teased her entrance, running his fingers along the delicate fabric, sending shivers through her that made her bury her face into his neck, struggling to hold back a moan.

She could feel the dampness soaking her poor lacey panties as his fingers played just shy of where she craved him most. The teasing was torturous, her body begging for more, and it showed in the way she instinctively rolled her hips, arching her back against the rough bark of the tree.

Her lips parted when she felt the pad of his thumb fulfilling her dirty desires down there, gasps and moans spilling from her as he continued with his maddening teasing.

And then she felt him shift her panties aside.

Good grief, the ache was unbearable.

He pulled back suddenly, and she groaned in protest, but in the next second, her breath caught when she felt him, his hardened length teasing her slick entrance. She hadn’t even realized when he brought that out, but the sensation sent her head spinning, her eyes rolling heavenward.

Goodness gracious!

"Donovan... Please..." the word tumbled from her mouth as she whined, though she wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. The velvety pressure against her already slick entrance, left her drenched in want, but was she ashamed?

No!

She was loving this a little too much to be bothered about something like that.

He pressed his lips to her exposed shoulder, trailing kisses that grew into teasing bites, each one branding her skin, leaving a mark she knew would linger long after.

His teeth ached with the urge to permanently mark her, to claim her in the most primal way, and Esme could feel it, the way his hot breath lingered over that tempted spot. But she wasn’t ready for that — at least, not yet.

"I won’t do it," he whispered, his voice low and dark. He sensed the panic in her, the hesitation. "But you’re still getting fucked."

With those words, his hips slammed into hers, the force of it stealing the breath from her lungs as he drove into her without restraint.

His hands steadied her hips, gripping tightly as he buried himself deep inside her, stretching and filling her completely.

The friction of their bodies moving together was maddening, every thrust, every roll of her hips driving him deeper into a haze of desire. He rocked her against the tree with brutal rhythm, the urgency and roughness in it only fueling their shared hunger as he hit that sweet spot that made her toes curl.

He swallowed her moans, his fingers on her hair tilting her head to the side so his mouth could find her skin, biting and sucking, marking her in a different way, each kiss a promise of more.

He wasn’t holding back at all.

His world was dark, but everything about her – her taste, her scent, the way her body was responding fervently to his, lit him up from the inside out.

Her soft moans filled his ears, like the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He tilted her head back, claiming her lips again, savoring the taste of her mouth as if it were the only thing that could quench the thirst burning inside him.

He didn’t need his eyes to know how much she wanted him – he could feel it in the way she clung to him, in the tremble that ran through her body under his touch, in the way her heart raced in sync with his, but God, it would truly be an honor to see the divine beauty who had unraveled him and turned his world to blissful chaos.

She was sweet, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible. Each stroke of his tongue against hers left him craving more, as though no amount of her could ever be enough.

She was everything, and he was lost in her.

He kept thrusting, his rhythm growing more frantic and rough, each movement more desperate than the last. And then, he pulled out, his body going rigid as a powerful shudder ripped through him.

Esme gasped, feeling the warmth spill on her lower belly, the aftermath of their shared intensity.

His forehead came to rest on her shoulder, both of them breathing heavily, wrapped in a haze of satisfaction and the heat of their lingering closeness.

Nightfall crept upon them, the sky gradually darkening above. Esme’s gaze drifted upward, where a few stars dotted the heavens, soon to be joined by many others, quite the quiet witness to their secret.

As the adrenaline faded, and her senses slowly returned, a flush of embarrassment bloomed across her skin. Her mind raced as the realization sank in.

Oh, she definitely did it now!

And she loved it!

How was she supposed to face Donovan after this? What if he had marked her in the heat of the moment? What would that mean for them??

As her panic slowly built with each thought, Donovan moved his head from her shoulders and dropped a tender kiss on her forehead instead.

It sparked a beat in Esme’s heart, and he asked, almost teasingly. "Do you regret coming to the garden?"

Esme wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but she didn’t have the strength for that, or perhaps, she just felt lazy.

"Maybe," she exhaled, and he carefully helped her plant her feet on the ground, adjusting himself as he did so.

"Want me to give you some aftercare?" he offered, a hint of mischief in his voice, and if anything, she was tempted to agree, but this was simply a hit and run. She felt sticky and his scent was all over her. What’s worse, her hair hadn’t stopped glowing yet.

She would have no other option but to sneak back into her chamber and clean herself up.

"You didn’t give me one on the night you snuck into my room at the inn." She adjusted herself in the best way she could, pointing out the night when he showed up in her room at the inn.

"I planned to," he said. "But I panicked. That night wasn’t supposed to happen, at least not in the way it did. We were both under the influence of an aphrodisiac, and I had a feeling you’d stab my intestines out with a knife if you woke up and found a stranger next to you."

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