Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 39: Unsatiable [R18]

>THIRD PERSON POV

"But this time, I’m making sure you’ll never forget it." Venz whispered, his voice low and rough against Mallory’s ear. His lips hovered just above her skin, the light, teasing brush enough to make a shiver crawl along her spine. His breaths were shallow, ragged, as if each one required effort, and his hands tightened around her waist, pulling their bodies together so closely it felt as though they had melted into one.

He could never reconcile the contrast in her eyes. The gaze that usually flickered with sadness, with desperation as if it was always on the verge of breaking. Is now now looking at him with a raw, unrestrained hunger that made his chest ache.

Mallory’s hand moved almost of its own accord, wrapping around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. Her gaze sharpened, almost predatory and determined, as she claimed his lips with a hunger that matched his own.

Her tongue pressed insistently against his, exploring, claiming, refusing to yield. Venz, who had hesitated only moments ago out of concern for her drunken state, felt himself unravel like a starving lion presented with the richest prey. He responded without restraint, pushing, dominating, their tongues dancing and tangling until both were gasping for air.

They staggered backward, and before Mallory could regain her footing, Venz pressed her onto the sofa. Her head tilted back, her hair spilling across the cushions, and in that moment, the roles reversed—he was the predator, and she, deliciously, the prey.

The living room was bathed in a soft bluish hue, the TV casting flickering light across the space. Shadows danced along the walls, mixing with the low hum of electronics and the harsh rhythm of their breaths. Plush cushions pressed against her back, the scent of the sofa and her perfume mingling, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere.

"I’m done playing your games, wife." Venz growled, loosening his tie and undoing the first three buttons of his shirt as he crawled over Mallory. His voice was low, rough, filled with an unrestrained desire.

"You may have done it in your drunken state...so I’ll make sure to fuck you till you sober up."

In a heartbeat, he lifted her effortlessly, reversing their positions. Mallory, in her slightly rumpled nightgown, now straddled him. The soft fabric clung to her curves in all the right places, and the bluish flicker from the TV highlighted the flush of her skin and the tangled strands of black hair that framed her face. She looked both vulnerable and dangerously tempting, and the sight made his chest tighten.

He drew her closer, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands gripping her waist as if he could never get enough.

"...then I’ll fuck you sober," he whispered before nibbling at her neck, drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.

"Hnghn..." Mallory’s sound was barely a breath as his mouth trailed from her neck to her collarbone, then further down to her chest. His hands roamed slowly, teasing the hem of her nightgown, but before he could lift it, her own hand shot out, halting him.

"W-wait..." Mallory stammered, her hand pressing against his as he moved to lift her nightgown. Her voice trembled, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes betrayed a mix of hesitation and anticipation, a spark of desire that made Venz’s pulse race. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He paused, frowning, frustration flickering across his face.

"What, finally sober?" he growled, his voice thick with longing, the tension coiling inside him like a live wire. His fingers brushed through his hair, trying to summon patience, but the fire building between them made it nearly impossible.

"If you don’t want it, just get up," he ordered, his tone sharp, cold—but beneath it, raw desire throbbed like a pulse. It was his fault for taking advantage of a drunken woman. Venz head leaned against the sofa, gaze at the ceiling. He’ll probably had to kill at least 10 men to get rid of the frustration.

Mallory rose but instead of retreating, she knelt before him, her hands moving deliberately, tracing the growing bulge in his pants. The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable. It wasn’t hesitation, it was excitement. Feeling the soft touch of her hand, Venz was forced to meet her gaze once more.

"Ahhh...fuck!" Venz cursed, disbelief and pleasure tangling together as his body reacted instantly. "Uncover it," he growled, his voice rough, almost strangled by need.

Mallory followed, her movements hesitant and clumsy, as if navigating a world she had never explored before. Each action was deliberate yet unsure, a mix of curiosity and raw desire that made Venz’s chest tighten. With a simple, almost casual click of his belt, Mallory’s hands moved—hesitant at first—then confidently she pulled the zipper down, reached into the waistband of his boxers, and drew out the bulging flesh. Her wide eyes flicked over it, a mix of awe and mischief, as if she could feel the insatiable hunger it held.

The warmth of her hand wrapped around him, small but deliberate. "...nnoying..." she murmured softly, her fingers moving up and down with teasing insistence.

"What? Ugh..." Venz groaned, the words choking off into a shuddering moan as her hand suddenly jerked faster.

"I said it was annoying...how perfect you are," she replied, pouting slightly, her lips brushing teasingly at the tip.

"Maybe if you feel good, you’ll feel more human," she whispered with a smirk, her tongue following her words as it flicked and licked around it, while her fingers kept playing it.

"Hnngn..." he moaned, leaning back against the sofa, one hand pressed against his face as he struggled to stifle the sounds escaping him. He bit his lip, trembling as pleasure coursed relentlessly through his body.

She wasn’t skilled—far from it. Her movements were clumsy, her tongue sometimes in the wrong direction, and he could feel the occasional scrape of her teeth. And yet, somehow, every imperfect touch sent jolts of sensation through him. Something deep inside, something even Venz couldn’t understand, recognized her alone. She was the only woman who could make him feel this way—this overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.

The night six years ago had been like ambrosia—intoxicating, unforgettable, a taste of something he could never forget. Since then, he had chased that same feeling countless times, on countless occasions, yet every attempt fell short. No one had come close. It was like he had been plunged into an addiction he could never fully satisfy, a hunger he could barely reach.

But with her... everything was different. Her touch was electric, jolting through his body with a force that left him trembling. She was the only person who could make him feel this utterly alive, this completely consumed by pleasure.

His gaze returned to her, "Enough of that." he ordered, pulling her head away.

"I wanted it inside you."