Saving the Villain

Chapter 146 My Tongue Is Fine, Don't You Think?

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.]

Cosette wrapped her fingers around his girth. It was hot to the touch, smoldering in anger as if his dragon had been meaning to spit fire. As she breathed in heavily, his mint breath wafted her nostrils.

Maxen's mouth fell open when she held the entirety of his manhood. Deep lines appeared on his forehead, torn between stopping her or letting her sate her curiosity. He clenched his teeth when she stroked it carefully, feeling her thumb on his head's tip.

"It's hot," she commented under her breath, aroused despite Maxen having stopped kissing and touching her. He just hovered over her stiffly, paralyzed in that position with her hand inside his pants.

"Ugh…" he grunted, lowering his head to claim her lips, only to whisper in her mouth. "Careful."

"Mhm," came out a moan from her throat, feeling his body pressed against her mildly. Her eyes shut closed on instinct, only to realize she didn't have any top to protect her when he cupped her breast.

Maxen pinched her nipple, rubbing it in between his thumb and index. She shivered at the slightly tickling sensation crawling under her skin, but the increasing heat of their bodies hindered her from stopping him.

After some time, Maxen rested his body on her side with his elbow supporting his upper body. He fondled her breast, and when he pulled his lips from her, he lowered his head. It only took two seconds for him to bite her nipple mildly.

Cosette gasped, running her fingers through his hair. At this point, Maxen's body moved down, causing her to let go of his groin. She flexed her fingers, trying to reach it, but to no avail.

"Later." His breath kissed her ears, causing her to raise her shoulder when he nibbled her earlobe.

She felt light-headed, but the surprise of how Maxen moved efficiently lingered in her mind. One second, he was kissing her, only to feel his moist and soft lips on another part of her body a second later. His hand also moved in sync with him as if he had always practiced this.

Well, Maxen had always fantasized about her and what he would do to her if they ever did it. Hence, it was safe to say he was only putting those fantasies into life.

"Ah…" Cosette breathed out, arching her back when she felt his palm feel her curves. It went south, and without a second hesitation, he slipped his hand inside her pajama. Maxen purposely didn't slip his hand inside her underwear, stroking her fold until her underwear felt damp.

He grinned against her ear. "Wet," he teased, making her bit her lower lip.

Cosette looked back at him. Her entire face was dyed in red, eyes watery. His fingers were massaging her folds with her panty in between.

"Stop teasing me," she complained along with a deep breath, closing one of her eyes when he planted a kiss on it.

"I'm not. I'm complimenting you," he explained mischievously, reminding her of her argument previously.

Maxen gazed down. His face was not any better than hers. It was beet red. Right now, he was touching her again, massaging her flower and because of the love juices that leaked out from her, the fabric felt so thin it wasn't protecting anything anymore.

His groin kept growing bigger, but he shunned the thoughts of penetration. No matter how drunk he was in this euphoric sensation, he ruled out any thoughts of sinking his erection inside her cave.

Maxen bit her jaw mildly. "Shit," he cursed out under his breath, sliding her underwear to the side while his middle finger massaged her clitoris.

She was wet, so wet, his finger slid up and down her slit so easily. His finger hovered over her hole when he felt it, scolding himself not to insert it inside. No penetration!

In a moment of haze, Maxen snapped his eyelids and raised his eyes to her. Cosette's bare chest was moving up and down heavily. Her mouth was opened, face contorting at the pleasure in her nether region.

When she turned her head to him, Cosette lifted her head to claim his lips. "So good," she whispered, unknowingly driving him to the brink of insanity.

"No penetration," he blurted out as if to remind himself and Cosette, knowing she seemed to have hinted to him of something he instinctively knew what. "Cosette, you're driving me crazy…"

Maxen clenched his teeth and traced kisses on her neck down to her collarbones. This time, he pushed himself from her side until he was over her once more, fondling her breast.

Carefully, he removed his finger underneath her pajama, standing on his knees. His eyes fell on her, eyelids drooping until they were partially closed. He was like a beast who had finally broken out of his cage. A beast who only ate grass until now had a taste of meat, and there was no going back.

'I can't believe I would ever see this sight of her. It always felt like a far-fetched dream,' he uttered inwardly, guiding his finger to his lips. Maxen kept his eyes locked with hers, licking her love juices that stuck to his finger.

He observed her reaction, watching her bite her bottom lip. But unlike what he expected that she would look away in embarrassment, Cosette watched him lick his finger. Her eyes, although watery, were clear.

More than the surprise, Maxen was in awe. Cosette had always known what she wanted, and right now, she wanted the same thing as him. It was unfortunate they couldn't do it.

When he licked every residue of her love juices on his fingers, he carefully reached for the garter of her pajama. He paused for a second, glancing at her for permission. Cosette kept her mouth shut, looking down at him with anticipation in her eyes.

That was all he needed before pulling her pajama down. Not just her pajama, but also her undergarment, without a second hesitation.

Maxen gulped as her precious flower with those pinkish folds graced his eyes. There was this sticky liquid that glossed over her flower, but that only caused him to lick his lips in hunger.

"Can I?" he still asked solemnly, raising his eyes back to meet her eyes. "I don't want to insert my finger, but I think my tongue is fine… don't you think?"