The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) by Holly Renee (best book recommendations TXT) 📕

I was too far gone to be embarrassed. I screamed into his bed as my orgasm racked through my body. My knees fell, but he held me upright, and he didn’t stop eating me until every ounce of pleasure was pulled from my body.

I felt like I could pass out right then and there. My body completely spent, but I still wanted more of him. I pushed up on an elbow and looked back at the fucking god who sat behind me. That was what he looked like. His hair was disheveled, his chin was covered in my wetness, and the look in his eyes told me that he could do far more with my body if I would let him.

I suddenly understood why everyone worshipped him.

He was more than what I should have been allowed to have. He was more than I deserved.

I turned over in front of him, and his cock was still in his hand. I wanted him inside me.

There was no fear or hesitation.

I wanted him. I was absolutely certain.

“Beck, please.” I opened my legs and looked up at him, but he wasn’t as sure about me as I was him.

He moved his hand up and down his cock, and he stared at me like I was breakable. “That’s not a good idea, Josie.”

“Please.” I was begging him as I ran my hand down my body and pressed my fingers against my still thrumming clit.

“God.” He groaned and moved to his knees as he kicked his shorts from his legs. He was completely bare in front of me, and I had never seen anything more beautiful.

He rubbed his cock up and down my wetness, and he watched every inch of the movement. I squirmed against him, overwhelmed by the feel of him, and at the same time, dying for more.

“This is enough.” His voice was so strained, and I knew he was holding himself back.

The thought that he didn’t want to sleep with me crept its way into my head, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He had slept with Cami. He had probably slept with those countless other girls, but he didn’t want me.

I shifted beneath him, and I reached for his blanket to cover myself.

“What are you doing?” His gaze jerked up to my face, and he stopped my hands from covering myself any further. “Josie, I…”

“It’s okay.” My voice sounded so strained, and I hated that I was letting him see me affected.

“God, I want you.” His nose pressed against my breastbone, and I tried like hell to steady my breathing and racing heart. But it was no use. He was bound to hear both, and it wouldn’t matter either way. He already knew how I felt. He knew what I wanted. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

His words were sweet, but I didn’t believe them. How could I when he stood above me naked, yet refused to go any further?

“It’s fine, Beck.” I reached for the blanket again, but he grabbed both of my wrists and held them to the mattress above my head.

He looked like he was at war in his own head. “Promise me you won’t hate me.”

I didn’t understand why he would keep saying that, but I made him the promise anyway. “I could never hate you, Beck.”

His eyes slammed shut against my words, and he brought his mouth to mine. He kissed me hard and rushed, and I was a squirming mess beneath him. He let go of my hands long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand, and I watched him slide it on with ease.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded my head and kissed him again just as he gently pressed inside me. It hurt like hell, and I tried to breathe through the pain as he swallowed my air. He kept kissing me as my legs tensed, and I tried my hardest to focus on that and only that.

“How long has it been?” He eased out before gently moving back inside.

“How long has it been since what?” This time the pain was less but it was still there.

“Since you’ve had sex, Josie. You’re so fucking tight.”

Oh. He meant… “Never.” I breathed out the word, and he came to a halt inside me.

“You’re a virgin?” He sounded shocked, but I hadn’t told him otherwise. I hadn’t given him a reason to believe I had ever been with anyone else.

I nodded my head, and he cursed before kissing me again. He moved inside me, this time so much slower and gentler, and I found myself raising my hips to meet his as the pain eased and the pleasure began.

They were overlapping and muddled, but soon I couldn’t feel anything but the way he stretched me and his hips as they ground down against my clit.

Beck started to move faster and harder when he realized I was finally chasing the pleasure he was giving me, and I was mesmerized by the way his body moved above mine. He was so handsome, so perfect, and I tugged him closer to me by the chain that hung from his neck.

His mouth met mine, and I couldn’t remember where he ended and I began. Every part of me felt like it was connected to him somehow. His hands bruised me, his kiss drowned me, and his hips were making me feel like I would never come up for air.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He slammed his hips into mine, and I cried out against his mouth.

“I’m yours, Beck.” I didn’t even know what I was promising him with those simple words, but I couldn’t stop them. They were the truest thing I had said all night. I would be his for however long he wanted me.

His fingers found my knees and he forced them forward as he continued to pound into me. I felt impossibly open to him, as if another simple move would break me, but he didn’t care. He slammed into me over and over until something snapped