I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 160: The Queen’s Surrender (R18)

Damien’s hands slid up Lyristae’s thighs, feeling the tension in her muscles, the way her breath hitched as his fingers traced higher. She was still straddling him, her dress bunched around her hips, his shirt somewhere on the floor.

He could feel her trembling slightly. Not from fear – from anticipation mixed with nervousness.

"How much experience do you have with this?" he asked quietly, his hands settling on her waist.

Lyristae bit her lip. "Theoretically? Extensive. I’ve read everything. Studied anatomy. Understand the mechanics perfectly."

"That’s not what I asked."

"Practically?" Her face flushed deeper. "None. Throughout every live I lived, I only ever wanted to give my body to you."

Eighteen lifetimes and she’d never done this. The realization made something tighten in Damien’s chest.

"We can stop if you’re not ready."

"Don’t you dare." Her hands pressed against his chest. "I’ve waited long enough. I just... might need guidance."

"I can do that."

He kissed her again, slower this time, letting her set the pace initially. His hands moved over her back, learning the curve of her spine, the way she arched into his touch when he found sensitive spots.

She was more responsive than he’d expected. Little sounds escaping her throat when his mouth moved to her neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders when he found the spot just below her ear that made her gasp.

Damien took his time. Kissing down her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts still covered by her dress. His hands worked the laces slowly, deliberately, making her wait.

When the dress finally loosened enough to slide down, he stopped to just look.

Lyristae was stunning.

Fuller curves than either Seria or Elara, the kind of figure that sculptures tried to capture and never quite managed. Her breasts were generous, nipples already hard from anticipation, and when she shifted self-consciously under his gaze, he caught her hands.

"Don’t hide."

"I’m not hiding. I’m just... you’re staring."

"Because you’re beautiful. Let me look."

She flushed but didn’t cover herself. Damien’s hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, watching her reaction. Her eyes fluttered closed and she made a sound that went straight to his groin.

He leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth. Lyristae’s back arched, pressing herself against him, her hands tangling in his hair. He used his tongue, his teeth carefully, learning what made her breath catch versus what made her moan outright.

Her hips were moving now, grinding against him unconsciously, seeking friction. Damien’s hands slid down to grip her ass – generous and firm beneath his palms – and helped her find a rhythm.

"That feels..." she started, then couldn’t finish the sentence when he switched to her other breast.

He could feel how wet she was even through the remaining fabric between them. Could feel the heat of her, the way her body was responding to every touch. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Damien shifted, laying her back on the bed, following her down. The dress was still partially on, bunched around her waist. He took his time removing it completely, kissing newly exposed skin as it was revealed.

Her stomach. Her hip bones. The inside of her thighs.

Lyristae’s breathing was getting faster, her hands gripping the sheets.

"What are you doing?" she asked when he settled between her legs.

"What does it look like?"

"I know what it looks like. I meant—" Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as his mouth found her.

Damien took his time here too. Exploring with his tongue, learning her taste, finding what made her hips jerk and what made her thighs try to close around his head. He used his hands to keep her open, his tongue working her with deliberate attention.

Lyristae’s composure shattered completely. Her hands found his hair, gripping almost painfully, her hips moving against his mouth. The sounds she made were desperate, needy, nothing like the controlled queen she usually presented.

He found her clit and focused there, alternating between gentle licks and firmer pressure. One hand slid up to play with her breast while his mouth worked, the dual sensation making her practically vibrate.

"Damien, I— something is—"

He didn’t stop. Kept the same rhythm, the same pressure, pushing her toward the edge.

When she came, it was with a cry that she tried to muffle against her own arm. Her whole body tensed, thighs clamping around his head, her inner muscles pulsing against his tongue.

He worked her through it, only pulling back when the aftershocks subsided and she went limp against the sheets.

"Oh gods," she breathed.

Damien kissed his way back up her body, giving her time to recover. Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed, her breathing still uneven.

"That was..." she started.

"Good?"

"Intense. Very intense." Her hands found his face, pulling him down for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and didn’t seem to care. "I want to return the favor."

"You don’t have to."

"I want to. Show me how."

Damien rolled onto his back, letting her explore. She kissed his chest, his stomach, her hands trailing over his skin with curious touches. When she reached his pants, still somehow on, she paused.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"A bit. I know the theory but..." She unlaced his pants with steady hands despite the admission. "I don’t want to be bad at this."

"You won’t be. Just pay attention to how I respond."

She freed him from the confining fabric and just looked for a moment. He was hard, had been since she’d started making those sounds under his mouth, and her examination was both arousing and slightly embarrassing.

Then her hand wrapped around him – tentative at first, then firmer when he made an approving sound. She stroked experimentally, learning the weight and feel of him, watching his face for reactions.

"Like this?"

"Exactly like that."

She gained confidence, her strokes becoming more assured. Then she leaned down, and the first touch of her tongue against him made his hips jerk.

"Sorry," she said, but she didn’t sound sorry. She licked him again, more deliberately this time.