Font Size
15px

Chapter 1809: What If I’m Not Enough?

Villain Ch 1809. What If I’m Not Enough?

The contrast wrecked her. The way his mouth was soft against her collarbone, the way his teeth nipped just enough to sting, the way his hands claid her body without rushing.

She was on fire.

She wanted him.

But deep inside, that other voice still whispered ‘What if it hurts? What if I’m not enough? What if I’m not ready?’

Her thighs pressed together, trembling, torn between fear and hunger.

Allen noticed—of course he noticed. His hand stilled against her skin, his eyes eting hers again.

“You’re scared,” he said softly. Not judgnt. Just fact.

Azura’s lips parted, but no words ca. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her skin hot, flushed everywhere his hands had been. She nodded once, quick and small.

“…A little.”

Allen’s thumb brushed her cheek, slow and grounding. His eyes never softened, but his voice dropped lower, steadier. “Don’t be.”

Azura swallowed hard. He was right, and the way he said it made her shiver. He kissed her again—deep, consuming—while his hands resud their path, roaming her naked body like he owned it. His palm over her hip. His knuckles down her thigh. His mouth trailing fire across her collarbone.

Her body betrayed her. Every touch made her gasp, tremble, arch toward him. She couldn’t stop. Couldn’t think. His hand slid higher, grazing the soft curve of her breast. His thumb circled, teasing, drawing a moan from her lips she hadn’t even ant to make.

“Allen…” she whispered, half-plea, half-warning.

He smiled against her skin. “You feel good.”

Her face burned. “D-don’t say it like that—”

“I an it,” he cut her off, his other hand sliding lower, brushing over her stomach, lower still—closer to the heat between her thighs.

Her body tensed. Reflex.

And she flinched. Yes, she was that scared.

Instantly, Allen froze. Pulled back. His hand stopped just shy of her most sensitive spot.

Her eyes widened. “Ah—no—I didn’t an—!” The words tumbled out too fast, too panicked. She shook her head, desperate. “I wasn’t saying no. I just—”

Allen smiled. That cool, maddeningly calm smile. He lowered his hand, away from where she was burning for him most.

“I won’t touch you, then.”

Her chest squeezed. “Wait, that’s not what I ant!”

But he wasn’t mad. Not even close.

Instead—he shifted.

He moved onto his knees, on the couch, right in front of her. Bare-chested, sharp-eyed, dangerous. And then—he placed his hands behind his back. Like a man leashing himself.

Azura blinked, stunned.

But those eyes…

They didn’t soften. Not one bit. They were still his. Piercing. Sharp. Dark. A predator’s gaze.

Only now, the predator was kneeling.

“I won’t touch you,” Allen said, voice low, controlled. “Not until you let . You do it.”

Her heart skipped. “M-?”

He tilted his head, smirk curling his lips. “That’ll make you feel safe, won’t it? If you’re the one who decides?”

Her pulse thundered. He was right. Because so terrified part of her scread she wasn’t ready—but the way he said it, the way he placed the control in her hands—it made her feel safe.

Safe… but not equal.

Because she knew. Deep down, she knew.

Allen could flip the script in a heartbeat. He could seize her wrists, pin her down, take everything. He had that kind of power. That kind of dominance.

And the fact that he wasn’t—

The fact that he was giving her this choice—

Made it even harder to breathe.

Her eyes drifted down, almost against her will.

And there.

The bulge was straining against his jeans.

Heat flushed through her body so fast she had to clench her thighs together. He was aroused. Hard. For her. Even though he’d been with so many others—seven beautiful, experienced won—right now, it was her who did this to him.

Her hands trembled in her lap.

Allen’s gaze followed the movent. “Go on,” he said, quiet but commanding. “If you want … take .”

Azura’s breath hitched.

She reached out—hesitant at first—placing her hand on his chest. Warm. Solid. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and unshaken, even as hers raced like a trapped bird.

Her other hand joined, sliding slowly down, tracing the lines of his muscles, his abs, lower still. He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just let her explore him, just as he said.

She shuddered. Her skin was on fire, her head dizzy.

She bit her lip. “Tell if I’m… doing it wrong.”

He nodded.

And she did.

Her hands road over him, timid at first, then bolder. Across his chest. Down his stomach. Over the ridges of muscle that twitched under her touch.

Everywhere she touched, she felt his strength. His restraint. His heat.

Her face burned hotter, but her body ached lower, pulsing with need.

She was afraid.

Afraid of the pain. Afraid of not being enough. Afraid of the mont everything changed. But she wanted him.

She looked up at him, eyes wide, voice barely audible. “…What if I can’t handle you?”

Allen leaned closer, his mouth near her ear, his voice rough.

“Then I’ll teach you how.”

Her whole body shivered.

She wanted to look away. But his eyes held her in place, sharp and rciless.

And for the first ti, she realized—

He wasn’t just preparing her body.

He was breaking down every wall she had.

Slowly. Carefully.

Until she couldn’t imagine saying no.

Her throat went dry. She couldn’t look away from him — from that calm, unshaken mask, even as the heat between them coiled tighter and tighter. Slowly, almost clumsily, she reached down. Her fingers brushed the button of his jeans. She hesitated.

Allen didn’t move. Didn’t help. Didn’t touch her.

Her pulse hamred.

She unbuttoned it. Tugged at the zipper. The sound was deafening in the silence, a slow, deliberate rasp that seed to echo in her bones. She pulled, tugged, and the fabric loosened.

Her breath caught. She slid his jeans down just enough. Then the band of his briefs.

And then—

Her eyes widened. Her lips parted in a sharp gasp she tried to swallow.

Because there it was.

Allen’s cock, hard, heavy, freed from the restraint of fabric. Veins running along the length. The head flushed, slick already with precum.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give more motivation!

600 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapters

400 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter

Magic Castle= 4 bonus chapters

Space Craft= 6 bonus chapters

Don’t forget to leave comnts/reviews/any support~

Thank you for your support XD

You are reading Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1809: What If I’m Not Enough? on novel69. Use the chapter navigation above or below to continue reading the latest translated chapters.
Share with your friends
Library saves books to your account. Reading History saves recent chapters in this browser.
Continuous reading

You may also like

On the Path to the Great Dao cover
Similar genre

On the Path to the Great Dao

Pig Nerd ·Action

【Fromtheauthorof''!】Mygrandfatherisverypeculiar.Everyday,helightsincenseforhimselfandeatscandlesinfrontofhisownancestraltablet.Thevillagersareallte...

Elven Invasion cover
Similar genre

Elven Invasion

Respro ·Action

MagicvsScience HumanvsElves EarthvsForestia MortalvsGod ThisisataleinwhichGoddessLunainordertosaveherplanetandcivilizationstartsainvasiononEarth,Wi...

No reviews yet. Be the first reader to leave one.
Please create an account or sign in to post a comment.