Villain Ch 1670. A Beast Wrapped in Heat
He wasn't the Emperor now.
He was the storm beneath the throne.
A man stripped of mercy. A beast wrapped in heat.
Alice looked up at him, breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled—not in fear, but in something far more dangerous.
Expectation.
And then he moved.
No warning. No softness.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her open with a force that made her gasp—fingers digging into her skin, grounding her like she might vanish if he let go.
And then—
He pushed inside her.
Not eased. Not slipped.
Pushed.
Her body arched.
"Ah—!"
Her breath shattered in her lungs as his heat stretched her open. Her walls fought to hold him, to keep him, to survive him. He was thick, hot, demanding. Her eyes rolled as her back met the floor again—her mouth falling open, voice already trembling.
It was too much.
And not enough.
