Saving the Villain

[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. NOT ADVISABLE FOR AGES 17 AND BELOW.]

When Maxen's face was hovering over her, Cosette instantly understood his reason for refusing. However, in that situation where she was pinned under him while his face paired with that obvious desire in his eyes hovering over her, she couldn't resist the tingling sensation crawling under her skin. Hence, she kept pressing on the matter, feigning ignorant until his lips smashed against hers.

Cosette flinched when she felt his grip around her wrist loosen, only to feel his palm on her thigh. However, she liked it. Her body ached to be touched more, allowing him to feel her hips until his hand was on her waist. She shuddered slightly when the chill inbound breeze ran up her navel, but his fervent palm eased her.

In her mind, she knew she should stop as they were going further and further than just a normal kiss. But she couldn't stop herself from succumbing to the increasing heat of her body, and this foreign desire she wanted to quench. Her brain felt powerless against her heart and body's primal need.

When she felt him squeeze her waist tighter than usual, Cosette instantly knew his hidden message. Maxen wanted her to stop him. He, too, felt powerless against this strong force that was pushing him to touch her while kissing her. He was depending on her, asking for her help to push him away.

However, Cosette feigned ignorant at his silent plea and instead wrapped her arms around his neck. She arched her body, allowing her chest to press against his firm ones, deepening their passionate french kiss.

She liked it. His lips were intoxicating, and his touch on her bare skin was addicting.

pAn,Da n<0,>v,e1 The room was chilly, but their backs and bodies were breaking out in sweats. The sounds of their lips echoed in their ears, shunning the screams from the horror film they were supposed to be watching.

"Hey," he called in between his ragged breathing, keeping his lips on her moist ones, planting a series of brief kisses on her lips. His hand was still inside her shirt, his fingertips brushing the side of her bra. Her body was so hot as if she was running a fever, and so was his body.

"Stop me," he whispered in her ears, tracing kisses on her sharp jaw down to the side of her neck. But in contrast to his pleas, Cosette stretched her neck to give him better access. Her limbs around his neck loosened, but they stayed clinging to him.

Her mouth fell open at his soothing kisses. His lips soothed her feverish body, allowing him to kiss her everywhere he wanted.

This was something she never felt before. It felt so foreign... but at the same time, she loved it. Perhaps it was because it was Maxen. That was why she didn't mind crossing the line.

A part of her thought about how amazing this situation was. How could it not? She and Maxen knew they shouldn't be kissing, but they just kept going... and both of them knew this would go further if none of them get a grip.

When Maxen raised his head and claimed her lips once more, he bit her lower lip. His hand then cupped her breast, feeling her laced bra on his palm.

"Mhm!" a whimper escaped her mouth to his mouth, making him nearly lose his mind as he grasped her breast. This time, she bit his lips to signal him he was gripping too hard. Fortunately, he got her signal and slowly loosened his grip. However, that also meant she was allowing him to touch her mounds!

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered into her mouth, settling his hand on her breast.

Cosette was panting for air as they took a break from kissing before they suffocate each other to death. His hot palm remained on top of her bra, and his forehead was resting on her. She looked at him, and all she saw were his grey eyes that appeared darker than usual.

He was watching her at this close distance, observing. She pressed her lips into a thin line, unable to hide her flustered face under his piercing gaze.

"What...?" she whispered, lowering her eyes. "Don't look at me like that when your hand is literally on my boob."

"It's okay?" he asked under his breath, his fingertips tracing the upper cup of her bra.

Cosette pursed her lips and looked away, nodding. "Do you want to?"

"Do you want to?" he returned almost immediately. "This is not a question for me, but for you."

Her throat bobbed, biting her inner lower lips. She mustered her courage to look back at him, picturing their position on the couch. Maxen was still on top of her, his knee in between her legs, while her foot was on the floor, the other leg pressed against the backrest of the couch. She could feel his stomach on her nether region, pressing on her from time to time. Her shirt was still on, but because his hand was inside it, her tummy was left bare.

"You want to me take responsibility, don't you?" she murmured with a pout, locking her arms around his neck. "I like Maxen's touch."

"Really?" he narrowed his eyes and bent lower.

"Mhm. Really."

"Just touch?" he asked once more, brushing the apex of his nose against her nose. His lips grazed her tender lips, making him take a gentle bite.

When he let her lips go and showered it with soft kisses to his heart's content, Cosette cleared her throat.

"Your kisses too," came out a muffled reply, causing the side of his lips to curl up. "Actually, I like Maxen."

"You're just saying that because of the situation," he replied, kissing her lips gently and feeling her frown against his lips. His heart felt full at the moment, overwhelmed at the liberty of his hands and lips. He had already lost count of how many times his lips touched her. But neither the overwhelming fervor nor the thought of losing count of their kisses mattered.

He felt greedy, and he wanted to kiss her more and more. He wanted to put his hands all over her body, kiss every inch, and leave his marks. But he wasn't so stupid as to leave a mark to where anyone could see. Conrad would kill him.

'Shit!' he hissed internally at the thought of Conrad. But that guilt immediately disappeared when she let out a moan in his mouth. 'Ugh... really.'

Maxen shut his eyes as he hungrily claimed her lips, pressing his lips. His tongue ventured into her mouth once more, not a bit disgusted at her tongue that was touching his. While he was busy keeping her mouth busy, Maxen carefully pulled down the upper cup of her bra.

Feeling his discreet movements, Cosette tightened her grip around his neck. However, she didn't stop him, and he knew that was the go signal. Maxen continued to pull it down until her the fabric covering her bosom was underneath her mound.

"Damn, Cozie..." he cursed under his breath, cupping her breast without any fabric to protect it. His pants tightened as the tension in his groin continuously increased. He was almost in pain. Hence, he lowered his body, pressing his budge against the junction between her legs.

Not to his surprise, the only reaction he got from her was Cosette arching her back. Her mouth fell open as he fondled her breast carefully, shuddering when he pinched her hardened nipple from all that kissing and touching.

Seeing how she looked satisfied being touched, Maxen ground his teeth. Until now, everything still felt surreal. He was touching her, not just her hand, but somewhere private. And seeing she enjoyed it just as much as he did, Maxen could not help but lean over and bite her jaw mildly.

"Ah, Max..." came out a gentle call, almost like a moan. Cosette loosened her embrace and clutched his shoulder when he bit her earlobe next. A giggle slipped past her lips, feeling a bit ticklish at his hot breaths kissing her ear. But then the next second, she was biting her lips as his entire palm grabbed her bare breast.

She felt like losing her mind at this point with all the emotions she was going through every second. But... deep in her heart, she wanted more. No, not deep in her heart, but somewhere down there was screaming to get some attention. Only then did Cosette realize Maxen's groin was pressing on it from time to time, dyeing her face with a deeper shade of red. But before she could speak, Maxen whispered in her ear.

"Take it off," he bit her ear gently once again, his finger clipping her shirt from underneath. He tugged it lightly and planted more kisses on her jaw and then lips. "Your shirt. Let's take it off."

For a moment, Cosette's brain went blank. Did he just ask him to take her shirt off? She looked at him with dilated eyes, but Maxen smirked in return.