Novel Full Chapter 1811: Pain or Pleasure
Chapter 1811: Pain or Pleasure
Villain Ch 1811. Pain or Pleasure
Her chest heaved. The burn was sharp—too big, too much. But beneath it, heat spread like molten fire. Her body adjusted, little by little, to the sheer size of him.
Allen kissed her neck, her jaw, whispering steady, dark reassurances between every press of his lips. His hand stroked her side, grounding her even as he pushed deeper.
Until—
She felt him fully inside.
Full. Stretched. Entirely claimed.
Her breath shuddered. Her face burned hot, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past her lips.
He filled her. Completely.
And in that overwhelming, terrifying, intoxicating moment, she knew—
She would never forget the way Allen made her his.
Her lungs stuttered, dragging in shaky breaths, her heart slamming against her ribs as if trying to escape. The initial sting of him—too big, too much—still lingered, but it was changing. Blurring. Softening into a different kind of pressure. A heat that spread through her like fire blooming under her skin.
Allen didn’t move right away. He stayed braced above her, every inch of muscle taut, his body coiled in restraint. His eyes stayed locked on her face, sharp and searching, reading her the way he always did—as if she were another battlefield, another opponent to be dismantled piece by piece.
Only she wasn’t his opponent anymore.
She was his.
His lips brushed her cheek, trailing lower, his voice low, gravelly, strained with control. “Breathe. Just breathe.”
Azura exhaled shakily, her body trembling under him. Her hands clutched his shoulders, fingers digging into warm, hard muscle. She felt his heat, his solidity, the weight of him pressing her into the couch cushions. Every part of him screamed dominance.
And then he moved.
Slow. Gentle.
Careful.
Azura gasped, her back arching as he pulled back slightly before pressing in again, the motion dragging along every nerve inside her.
Her lips parted, a strangled sound slipping free. “Ah—”
Allen groaned softly, kissing her open mouth, swallowing her noise like it was his to take.
The sound of him—that small, raw voice he tried to hold back—sent a jolt down her spine. The grunt when he sank deeper, the groan when she tightened around him.
He enjoyed this.
Really enjoyed this.
The thought made her flush from head to toe. Allen Goldborne, Devil Emperor, the cold untouchable player who once stood across from her in the semi-finals of a tournament two years ago… was panting above her, his jaw clenched, his body shuddering with each slow thrust inside her.
Her mind reeled. If someone had told her back then that this was how it would end—her beneath him, his cock inside her, his voice rough with pleasure—she would’ve called them insane.
And yet here she was.
Her moans rose with his movements, their rhythm slow, unhurried. Each thrust sent sparks through her body, until the ache dulled into something sweeter. Addictive.
“Hn… Allen…” she moaned, voice shaky, breaking apart in his name.
Allen’s eyes darkened at the sound, and then—his rhythm shifted. Faster. Deeper.
Azura gasped, her head tipping back against the cushions, her hair spilling wildly. “Ah—!”
Allen caught her wrists with one swift move, pinning them above her head. The sudden dominance made her whole body jolt, her pulse spiking.
“Mine,” he whispered against her ear, the word hot and heavy.
Her stomach flipped, her thighs trembling around him.
He pressed harder now, his hips rolling with precision, and she could feel all of him. Claiming. Filling. Breaking her apart with every thrust.
His other hand roamed her body, down her side, across her stomach, brushing over her breast. His thumb flicked her nipple, teasing, coaxing a louder moan from her lips.
It was too much. Too intense.
Her body writhed under his weight, overwhelmed by the fire flooding her veins. “Allen—! I can’t—ah—”
He kissed her again, deep and consuming, cutting her words short. His tongue slid against hers, his groan vibrating into her mouth as if he wanted to devour her sound.
Her wrists strained under his grip, but not to pull away. No—because she needed something to cling to. Her body was shaking, shuddering under every motion, her thighs pressed desperately against him.
The couch creaked under them, the scent of sweat and heat thick in the air.
Allen’s pace built slowly, deliberately. Every thrust drove deeper, every groan low and guttural, his breath harsh in her ear.
Her nails dug into her palms as he held her pinned, her voice breaking with every movement.
“Allen—ah—y-you’re—”
“Say it,” he growled, his hips slamming into her just enough to force another gasp.
Her mind spun. “You’re… inside me—”
“Say it again.”
“You’re—inside—ah—”
His smirk was sharp, merciless. “Good girl.”
Azura’s cheeks burned, tears pricking her eyes from the sheer intensity. She didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure anymore. Maybe both. But it was undeniable. Overwhelming. Real.
Her body began to change under him. The nerves gave way to hunger, the ache twisting into something that made her hips roll up to meet his without thinking.
Allen groaned, low and guttural, his forehead pressing to hers. “That’s it. That’s what I want.”
She whimpered, her voice breaking. “Allen, I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he hissed. “You’ll take all of me.”
Her back arched, her wrists still trapped above her head, his body pressing her down into the couch. His hand teased lower, brushing her clit with rough precision, coaxing another cry from her lips.
“Allen!”
“Louder,” he demanded, his rhythm driving her higher, his touch circling until her vision blurred.
Her moans filled the room, uncontrollable, raw. She couldn’t stop them anymore. Couldn’t hold back even if she wanted to.
Every part of her was his.
Her mind. Her body. Her voice.
And Allen—cool, dominant, merciless Allen—was in complete control.
Azura couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Every thrust of him inside her knocked something loose, unraveling her piece by piece. She clung to his shoulders even though her wrists were pinned, her back arched, her thighs trembling helplessly around him.