The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 334: Payback r18

Soren carried her through the shadowed antechamber as though she weighed nothing, the faint glow of scented candles flickering across the vaulted ceilings like distant stars.

The massive bed loomed ahead, an ocean of midnight silk and fur, framed by ice-carved posts that caught the aurora’s light spilling through the high windows.

He lowered her slowly, reverently, letting her sink into the yielding sheets. The sheets sighed beneath her, cool at first, then warming instantly against the fever of her skin.

Eris’s breath came in shallow, uneven waves. The slip had ridden up to her waist during the carry, leaving her thighs bare, her drenched folds still glistening from his mouth.

Hair spilled wild across the pillows, a halo of white flame. She looked utterly wrecked, cheeks flushed crimson, lips swollen, golden eyes glazed with lingering shock and unrelenting want.

Soren stood at the foot of the bed, towering over her like a winter storm given form. His gaze raked her from crown to toe, slow and deliberate, drinking in every tremor, every bead of sweat tracing the curve of her breast.

Ritual-like, he reached for the heavy silver collar at his throat, the ceremonial piece worn only on days of coronation and marriage, and unclasped it. The metal whispered free, followed by the jeweled cuffs at his wrists. Each piece he set aside with deliberate care, as though stripping away the last symbols of restraint.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and rough with wonder. "Wrecked already. And I’ve barely begun my duties as your husband."

Eris tried to summon the imperial mask, the one that had once made kingdoms tremble. "You should... leave my room..." The words came out weak, breathless, utterly unconvincing.

Soren’s lips curved, half smile, half predator. He crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, until his massive body caged hers completely.

Knees bracketed her thighs, forearms planted on either side of her head. "I can’t leave yet," he said, leaning down until his breath ghosted over her lips, "without doing my duties as your husband."

He kissed her again, soft at first, sucking gently on her lower lip, then biting just hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.

The taste of her own release still lingered on his tongue, and the intimacy of it sent fresh heat spiraling through her.

"I’ve waited so long for this," he whispered between kisses, voice cracking with raw honesty. "Every night since the garden. The dance. Every time you looked at me like you wanted to burn me alive."

Eris’s body arched toward him without permission, the aphrodisiac turning every brush of skin into torment. She tried to assert distance, one last desperate grasp at control. "Soren—"

He silenced her with another kiss, deeper, hungrier. At the same moment he shifted his hips, pressing the rigid length trapped in his lower clothes directly against her bare, slick pussy.

The pressure was exquisite. Eris’s pulse jumped violently; her eyes flew wide, a choked moan escaping against his mouth as she felt how hard he was, how impossibly thick and hot even through fabric.

Soren pulled back just enough to watch her face, satisfaction dark in his eyes. His mouth trailed to her neck, lips brushing the frantic beat of her pulse. "You stole my first kiss," he mumbled against her skin, the confession slipping out like a secret too heavy to hold. "Are you aware of that your Majesty?"

Eris froze beneath him. "...What?"

He lifted his head, meeting her stunned gaze. A faint blush, rare, precious, stained the sharp lines of his cheekbones. "You heard me."

"You’re a virgin?" Disbelief colored her voice, even as wonder flickered behind it. With how he just unraveled me against a door?

Soren’s brow furrowed, defensive and utterly endearing. "Why are you making it sound unbelievable?"

"Because it is." She stared at him, thoughts racing. The way his tongue had known exactly where to stroke, the way his fingers had curled inside her like he’d studied her pleasure for years, it didn’t add up. And yet here he was, the mighty Ice Emperor, blushing like a boy.

The realization Ignited something fierce and playful inside her. For the first time tonight, the power tilted.

Eris’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "The mighty Ice Emperor, untouched?" She reached up, tracing a thumb over his heated cheek. "Scandalous."

Soren groaned, half embarrassment, half helpless arousal. "Are you done?"

"Not even close."

She surged upward, kissing him hard, pouring every ounce of reclaimed confidence into it. Soren pressed her back Into the sheets, intent on reclaiming dominance, but the aphrodisiac and his confession had reignited her fire. With a sudden twist of hips and a flare of warmth from her palms against his chest, Eris flipped them.

She straddled him triumphantly, knees pinning his hips, still-sensitive pussy grinding down on his bulge. The friction drew a guttural groan from deep in his chest, his head falling back against the pillows.

"You’ve always enjoyed teasing me, Your Majesty," she said, voice husky and commanding, eyes gleaming with vulnerability and pure Fire Queen ferocity. "Maybe it’s time I gave you a little payback."

Soren’s eyes widened, cock straining harder beneath her. "Have you been acting tame on purpose all along?"

"Who knows?" She leaned down, biting his lower lip, then trailed her mouth lower, sucking hard on one flat nipple, teeth grazing until he hissed. Her hands fumbled with the fastenings of his clothes freeing him at last.

His cock sprang free, angry, thick, veined, flushed dark with need, the broad head already glistening with precum. Eris stared, genuinely shocked at seeing it up close for the first time. "How," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the base and feeling him twitch in her grip, "have you been hiding that weapon?"

Soren chuckled, the sound strained. "I’m pretty good at hiding things Your Majesty."

She stroked him slowly, base to tip, thumb circling the slick head, spreading the precum in lazy swirls. Soren’s hips bucked desperately, a low moan tearing from his throat. Their eyes locked, neither willing to look away. Every twitch, every catch of breath, she drank it in, reveling in the power of making the untouchable Emperor unravel.

"So cute when you’re not intimidating," she murmured, delighting in the way frost began creeping along the carved bedframe as his control slipped.

She could do anything to me right now, Soren thought, dizzy with it, and I’d thank her on my knees.

Eris leaned down, kissing a path over his sculpted abs, nipping at the sharp V-line leading to his groin. He watched her through hooded eyes, hands fisting the sheets, the urge to flip her and bury himself deep thrumming through every muscle.

He could break her fire restraints easily, one flex of ice magic and they’d shatter, but he didn’t. He wanted her to have this. (He’d claim his turn soon enough.)

She squeezed his cock suddenly, firmly, retaliating for every teasing whisper he’d ever breathed in her ear. Soren’s breath stuttered, hips jerking into her hand.

"Cruel," he managed, voice ragged.

"It’s not news," she smirked.

She edged him mercilessly, stroking faster, then slowing, thumb pressing just beneath the head until his thighs trembled. His moans grew louder, more desperate, her name a broken prayer on his lips. When his cock began twitching dangerously, abs clenching, she stopped entirely.

Soren laughed faintly, breathless. "You’re enjoying this far too much."

Maybe I’ve teased him enough, she thought even as her grip tightened once more. Maybe if I let him finish, he’ll be satisfied and leave.

She pumped him deliberately, firm, steady strokes, twisting at the head just the way he needed. Soren’s restraint snapped with his release.

He came hard, thick ropes spilling over her hand and his stomach, a hoarse groan echoing through the chamber as his hips jerked helplessly.

For a moment he lay there, chest heaving, utterly spent.

Then the rest of his restraint went with it.

He needed to be inside her. Needed to stay buried until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

The faint fire chains around his wrists shattered like glass under a breath of frost. Before Eris could react, he surged up, pulling her flush against him.

"I’m glad you had your fun," he rasped, voice dark with promise, lips brushing hers. "But I can’t wait anymore. I don’t want to."

In one fluid motion he flipped her onto her back again, settling between her thighs. His fingers traced down her slick slit, gathering her wetness before pushing two inside at once. The stretch was immediate, perfect, her walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion.

Eris’s knees tried to clamp shut; he held them open with ease, watching every flicker of pleasure and struggle cross her face. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her filled the air, obscene, intimate.

She reached for his wrists, but he didn’t budge, curling his fingers to stroke that spot that made her back arch off the bed.

When she was gasping, trembling, utterly open, he withdrew. Shifted forward.