Novel Full Chapter 1723: You Taste Like Trouble
Chapter 1723: You Taste Like Trouble
Villain Ch 1723. You Taste Like Trouble
Her back was pressed against the wall, and Allen kissed her like he had nothing else to lose. Like her lips were the answer to a question he never dared to ask.
He was warm—too warm. His mouth tasted like faint chocolate from dessert, layered with something darker, like the ghost of red wine and some terrible sweet sin he never even apologized for.
Azura’s head was spinning. Her hands clutched the collar of his jacket, holding on like the floor might give out beneath her.
She was melting—literally melting—and Allen’s body against hers wasn’t helping. His hand was at her waist, not moving, not grabbing, just there—firm, protective, present. Like he was anchoring her to reality and threatening to pull her out of it at the same time.
His other hand slid up. Just a little. Skimming the edge of her ribs, fingers brushing over fabric and curve. He didn’t grope. Didn’t grab. Just explored, teasingly light, like memorizing a map of someone he already dreamed about.
She gasped into his mouth—just a little sound, nothing dramatic. But it made him pause.
Their lips parted for a second, breath tangling in the charged space between. Her pulse was a drumline in her throat. Her skin flushed.
“Allen…” she whispered, barely audible.
He leaned in again, slower now, kissing the corner of her mouth, then lower, along her jaw. His voice was husky when it came. “You taste like trouble.”
Azura made a small, breathy laugh. “You’re the trouble.”
“I’m just responding,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck. “Very enthusiastically.”
He was dangerous like this. Not just because of his body—though yes, that too—but because he knew what he was doing. He knew how to control heat without letting it spill.
Her hands slid down his chest, fingers brushing over the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the solid muscle underneath. Warm. Alive. Real. Her fingers paused just above his belt. Just a nudge and…
Wait.
Her heart tripped.
Should I…?
Should she unbuckle it? Should she take off his pants?
She was burning. Every part of her was screaming for more.
But…
He hadn’t touched her in weird places. He hadn’t crossed any lines. His lips, his hands… everything was just shy of crossing.
But what if he did?
Would she flinch?
Would she pull back?
Would she…
Azura trembled.
Not because she was scared. Not really. But because she didn’t know.
She wanted to be confident. Wanted to rise to the moment. Be the cool, sharp, teasing girl she always pretended to be.
But she wasn’t. Not right now.
And Allen… Allen felt it.
She didn’t have to say anything. Didn’t even breathe it.
He just… knew.
He paused mid-kiss. Didn’t pull back completely. Just rested his forehead against hers, breathing shallow. His hand slid from her ribs to her arm—gentle, grounding.
Her eyes fluttered open. She didn’t mean to look so shaken.
He stared at her for a long beat. Then whispered, voice a little lower, a little slower. “You’re trembling.”
“I’m fine,” she lied.
Allen chuckled softly. Not mocking. Just… tiredly honest. “No, you’re not.”
Azura opened her mouth to argue, but her pride and her body weren’t synced tonight. Her voice shook too.
“I want to,” she said instead. “I just—”
Allen pressed a finger gently to her lips. Not to shush. Just to pause.
“I know,” he murmured. “And I’m not going to push.”
Her breath caught again. Her eyes stung.
Because part of her hated that she hesitated.
And part of her loved him more for stopping.
He kissed her forehead, slow and warm. Then the tip of her nose. Then the corner of her mouth. Not claiming. Not retreating. Just… being there.
“You have no idea how hard it is to behave right now,” he muttered against her cheek.
Azura gave a breathy laugh, voice cracking just a little. “So don’t.”
“Oh no,” he whispered, grinning, “that’s not what I meant.”
His hand brushed down her arm, fingers threading with hers. His grip was soft. Careful. Like she was made of glass.
“I want you,” he said, voice dipping lower again, like confession was another seduction. “But not like this. Not when you’re unsure.”
Her chest squeezed.
She bit her lip. “I’m not scared.”
“I know you’re not.”
“Then why—”
“Because I don’t want ’maybe’ from you,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I want all of you. And I’ll wait until you give it to me without shaking.”
Azura didn’t know what to say. Her throat tightened with heat and emotion she didn’t know how to process.
“But,” Allen added, stepping closer again, one arm sliding around her waist, “I can still mess with you a little.”
She blinked. “What—”
He kissed her again. Slower. Deeper. Pulling her against him, his chest warm through his shirt, his mouth moving with a kind of maddening precision that made her knees buckle.
Her pride whispered to keep control.
Her body whispered to let go.
She did neither.
She just kissed him like it was the only way to keep herself from falling apart.
Allen finally—finally—pulled back. Barely. His forehead rested against hers again, both of them panting.
“See?” he whispered. “Still got it.”
Azura laughed shakily, pressing her fingers to her lips. “You’re the worst.”
“And yet,” he smirked, voice all smug seduction again, “I’m still in your apartment.”
She shoved him lightly in the chest. “Only because I invited you in for tea.”
“That’s a dangerous invitation to give me.”
“I’m learning,” she said. “Slowly.”
He grinned. “Then let me be your tutor.”
She rolled her eyes, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her.
Allen stepped back, finally. Just enough to give her space, but not enough to leave. He reached for her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles like they were something sacred.
“I won’t take your first time. Yet,” he said, “but if you ask nicely, I might make you tea this time.”
Azura snorted, swatted his arm, and walked toward the kitchen on shaky legs. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
And despite the whirlwind of heat, chaos, and halted desire…
She smiled.