Page 39 of Heart of the Villain

Marlena’s core was burning, need building inside her. “Arlet, I know.”

That made Arlet sit up, her eyes wide. “You know?” The words only made sense to them, striking a match inside Marlena’s gut.

Marlena dipped her head once, swallowing away the nerves. She was Marlena fucking Caelum, and she didn’t get nervous. “How do you want to congratulate me, Arlet?” she asked again.

Arlet licked her lips. “Mar, I’ve never…” Her words trailed off.

“You’ve never?”

Arlet answered with a curt shake of her head. “Only with men.”

Marlena’s body made a decision before her brain caught up. She dropped to her knees on the floor, hands resting on Arlet’s thighs. “What do you want?” The bed was the perfect height to bury herself between Arlet’s legs. Marlena bit down on her lip hard at the realization.

Arlet’s throat tightened when she swallowed. “Kiss me.”

It was all the permission Marlena needed. She reached up and grabbed the back of Arlet’s head, wrapping her fingers in her wild curls, and brought their lips together.

So soft. Arlet was so soft.

Marlena’s free hand trailed up her exposed skin, tiny chill-bumps forming underneath her fingertips. Her lips parted, and her tongue slid over Arlet’s plump bottom lip. Marlena sucked it into her mouth for a second before releasing and trailing kisses down her chin, then underneath her jaw, until she couldn’t reach anymore and was forced to pull away.

Arlet arched back, pressing her chest out, and her breathing turned ragged. The strap on her left shoulder fell down, Arlet’s amber skin glowing against the fire in the hearth of the small bedroom. The room was nearly half the size of the one she had in Aeris.

The home in Amora was big, but it felt like a cabin with its creaky floors and poorly lit rooms.

But Marlena wasn’t fucking thinking about how much she hated this house right now…

It wasn’t long before Marlena’s lips found something else to connect with, and she was pulling Arlet by the crooks of her knees until her ass was at the edge of the bed.

Marlena’s lips trailed up her thighs, her hands sliding under Arlet’s top. She took both of Arlet’s breasts in her hands at the same time and squeezed, Arlet’s nipples pebbling under her touch.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Marlena’s voice was breathless as she inhaled the sweet scent of Arlet’s skin. Honey. She always smells like fresh, sweet honey. One hand dropped down, fiddling with the waistband of her shorts. The other stayed to roll her nipple between her fingers.

“Don’t.” The word fell from Arlet’s lips in a moan, soaking Marlena between her thighs. She wiggled on her knees, rubbing her legs together to ease the ache.

Arlet’s hazel eyes were heavy and half-lidded with lust, sending Marlena into a frenzy. Not breaking their eye contact, Marlena kissed her way up, spreading Arlet’s legs apart until her lips lingered over the outside of her shorts, damp with Arlet’s desire.

Marlena’s eyes rolled into the back of her head at the way Arlet peered down at her, like she was begging Marlena to go farther. “Fuck, Arlet. I need to taste you.” With one swift pull, Marlena tore her out of her shorts and tossed them to the side.

And the sight lying before her had Marlena drawing in a breath, swallowing the drool fighting to escape from her watering mouth. Arlet, bare, with nothing to get in the way. “So pretty. So fucking pretty.” Marlena parted Arlet’s legs wider, running a thumb over the lips of her pussy.

Arlet wiggled her hips, pressing into Marlena’s finger, incoherent whimpers coming out on heavy breaths.

Marlena gave in to her need, pushing her thumb between Arlet’s wet lips. She swirled her finger in slow circles over her clit, putting just the right amount of pressure to send Arlet plopping down onto her back. Her back arched, knees bending as her heels dug into the bed. Instinctively, Marlena took her free arm and looped it through Arlet’s leg to hold her in place. Her fingers lightly trailed over the skin of her hipbone.

Marlena had branched out since her one night with the unknown Ardor-born, taking the time to explore new lovers. Everyone knew Marlena was a perfectionist, and sex was no exception.

She knew her way around a bedroom and was prepared to show Arlet exactly what she was capable of.

“Be a good girl and hold still,” Marlena purred, sliding a single finger inside Arlet, and then finally, finally, she sank between her thighs.

Marlena ran her tongue from Arlet’s hole to her clit in one long, deliberate line, getting her first taste. She twisted her finger, sliding one more in before pressing against her soft spot deep inside and sucking Arlet’s clit between her lips.

Arlet mewled, body writhing. Marlena didn’t let up on the movement of her fingers, but her eyes fluttered to watch Arlet playing with her own nipples. Her hips bucked when Marlena gently nibbled on her clit, and she gasped.

Releasing Arlet from her mouth, Marlena hummed against the inside of her leg. “Shhh, don’t wake the whole house, pet.” The nickname rolled off her tongue without a second thought.

“Marlena, gods. You’re so good. That’s so good,” Arlet whined, sitting up on her forearms to watch while Marlena sank back between her thighs with a hunger she’d never felt before. She sucked Arlet’s clit back into her mouth and slammed her fingers as far in as they could go, finding a rhythm that seemed to bring Arlet to the edge. Watching Arlet come undone after months of tiptoeing around what they were feeling felt euphoric.