Novel Full Chapter 1814: You’re Learning Bad Habits
Chapter 1814: You’re Learning Bad Habits
Villain Ch 1814. You’re Learning Bad Habits
Allen’s lips curved against hers as though he knew exactly what she was doing—what she was asking for without words. His arms wrapped around her waist, hauling her closer until her body molded perfectly against his. The warm water rippled around them, lapping at her shoulders, steam curling in the air like it wanted to hide the sight of them from the world.
Azura shivered, even though the bath was hot. Maybe because every nerve in her body was still raw, sensitive, buzzing from what they had done moments ago. Maybe because now she had nowhere to run—he was under her, around her, inside her space completely.
Her thighs pressed tighter against his sides as she straddled him. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her hands clung to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping her steady.
“You don’t even realize, do you?” Allen’s voice was low, calm, infuriatingly calm. He trailed his hand up her back, his thumb brushing each bump of her spine. “How easy it is to pull you apart.”
Azura’s breath hitched. She wanted to say something sharp, something biting, but all that left her was a whisper. “You’re… impossible.”
“Mm.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing her cheek, his lips grazing her jaw. “And yet here you are. Sitting in my lap. Begging without saying a word.”
Her heart lurched. “I’m not begging—!”
Allen chuckled. It was deep, quiet, and full of that infuriating confidence that made her want to kick him. Or kiss him harder. Probably both.
Her face burned so hot she wanted to sink into the water and vanish. Instead, she bit down on his shoulder, a small nip, just enough to make him hiss.
“Ahh,” he exhaled, his hand tightening on her hip. “You’re learning bad habits.”
Azura smirked faintly, lifting her head, her voice trembling but bold. “Maybe I am.”
His eyes sharpened. His smirk deepened. “Careful, Azura. Keep that up, and I’ll have to remind you who’s in control.”
She swallowed, her pulse jumping. The threat wasn’t empty—it never was with him.
But her body didn’t protest. It leaned in. Her lips found his neck again, leaving another mark, darker this time, as though she wanted proof she could leave something on him too.
Allen groaned, low and rough, tilting his head back. “Vivian’s going to notice.”
“I don’t care,” Azura muttered, cheeks blazing.
His laugh was sharp. “Good answer.”
The water sloshed as his hand slid lower, gripping her thigh, pulling her tighter against him. She felt him—still hard, still pressing against her, heat even through the bath. Her whole body shuddered.
“Allen…” Her voice cracked, half plea, half warning.
“Relax,” he murmured, his hand smoothing along her skin, slow, deliberate. “I won’t break you. I’m not a psychopath; the devil emperor is.”
Her breath trembled. She nodded, though she didn’t fully understand what that promise meant. But the way he said it—cool, dominant, absolute—made her body obey before her mind could catch up.
They kissed again, slower this time. Softer. The kind of kiss that melted more than it consumed. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck as she sighed into him, the fight bleeding out of her until all that was left was the dizzy warmth of his embrace.
The world shrank to this… his hands steadying her in the water, his lips coaxing hers into surrender, the quiet groans that slipped through when she touched him back.
For the first time that night, she felt… safe.
Not because he wasn’t dangerous—he was. But because he was dangerous for her.
Minutes blurred. Steam fogged the mirror. The bathwater lapped gently, swaying with every shift of their bodies.
At one point, she leaned back just enough to look at him. Really look at him.
The Devil Emperor. The man she once fought against. The man who just took her virginity on her own couch.
And now—here he was. Holding her like she mattered.
Azura bit her lip, her voice soft, almost embarrassed. “I never thought… it would be you.”
Allen’s brow lifted faintly. “Me?”
She nodded, her fingers brushing his jaw. “Two years ago, in that tournament. I swore I only thought of you as an opponent. I respected you, but only as a fellow player.”
His smirk was sharp. “You did.”
“And now…” Her face heated again. “Now I can’t imagine anyone else.”
For the first time that night, his expression softened. Just slightly. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her damp skin.
“I know,” he said simply.
Her stomach flipped, her pulse leaping. She kissed him again, fiercely, needing him to know she accepted it.
When she pulled back, she whispered, “Then don’t let go.”
Allen’s smirk returned, cool and sure. “I wasn’t planning to.”
The bath stretched on, slow and intimate. He washed her hair with careful fingers, massaging her scalp until she melted against his chest. She laughed once, embarrassed, when he scolded her for squirming too much.
“Sit still,” he said firmly, rinsing the suds out. “You’re worse than a child.”
“I’m not a child,” she snapped, cheeks red.
Allen’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting. “No. You’re trouble. And I like trouble.”
She nearly drowned from how fast her heart pounded.
At one point, she tried to take the cloth from him. “I can do it myself—”
Allen caught her wrist and pressed it back to his chest. “I said I’d take care of you. Stop arguing.”
Her lips wobbled, but she obeyed. A warmth bloomed in her chest she didn’t know how to name.
When the water finally began to cool, Azura leaned against him, her body relaxed for the first time all night. His arms circled her waist, steady and protective, while her head rested on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes, her voice small but steady. “I don’t want this to end.”
Allen kissed the top of her head. “Then don’t let it.”
Her lips trembled into a faint smile. She hugged him tighter, her heart beating calm for the first time in hours.
And in her quiet bedroom, wrapped in Allen’s embrace, Azura realized—
She wasn’t afraid anymore.
She was his.
Completely.
And for once, that didn’t scare her.
It made her feel safe.