I Am The Game's Villain

As soon as Layla gave me a nod, I reached for her legs, pulling her closer to me. Her skin was warm under my hands, and I could feel the faint tremble in her muscles as I shifted her into position.

"Ah!" Layla let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly. She'd always been sensitive, but now, after everything, her reactions were even more pronounced. I adjusted her legs, resting them against my knees to keep her steady. My cock brushed against her slick entrance, already glistening with her arousal.

I couldn't resist teasing her a little, letting the tip of my cock slide against her folds, coating myself in her wetness. Her breathy moans filled the room, each one sending a jolt of heat through me.

"Hmn~ahn!" Layla's voice was soft and breathy as I continued to tease her. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold herself together.

"Are you safe today, Layla?" I asked after a moment. It wasn't something I'd ever really thought to ask before—with Elizabeth, things always just happened, and we'd deal with the consequences later. But with Layla, it felt different. I wanted to be sure, even if there were ways to handle things afterward.

"It should be," she whispered, her voice trembling. She swallowed hard, her eyes locking with mine. "But… don't worry. I want to feel you inside me… please, Edward."

The way she looked at me, her voice so soft yet so full of need, it was impossible to resist. I nodded, my hands tightening on her hips as I lined myself up with her entrance. I could feel her body tense, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I pressed against her.

I waited, giving her a moment to relax, to adjust to the idea of what was coming. Her moans were quiet but constant, little sounds of anticipation that made it harder and harder to hold back. But I wanted this to be good for her, wanted her to feel every bit of it without rushing.

Finally, when I felt her body loosen slightly, I pushed forward, my tip pressing against her slick folds. I glanced up at her, watching as her eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp. Her fingers clutched the sheets tighter, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

And then, without warning, I thrust into her.

"U—Ughnnn!!" Layla let out a sharp cry, her body jerking as I filled her. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears welling up at the corners as her face twisted in pain. I could feel how tight she was, how perfectly her body wrapped around me, and it took everything in me not to lose control right then.

I pulled back slightly, my hands gripping her waist, and thrust again, harder this time, burying myself fully inside her. Her body arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"It's over, it's over, Layla," I said softly as I reached up to brush the tears from her face. I could see the faint streak of blood mixing with her slick on my shaft.

"Ah… this… honey," Layla breathed out in response, calling me.

"Yeah," I replied gently. "Do you want to stop?" I asked, pausing for a moment. If it was too much for her, I was ready to pull back, no questions asked.

But Layla shook her head, her eyes locking with mine. "Fuck me, honey."

"Are you sure?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. Her words sent a jolt through me, and I could feel my cock twitch inside her, already craving more.

"Fuck me… hard," she said again. A small lustful smile spread across her face, and that was all the confirmation I needed.

I thrust into her again, deeper this time.

"Aghnn!"

It was normal for her first time, and I knew the pain would fade soon. I didn't stop. Instead, I settled into a steady rhythm, my hips moving against hers.

Layla's legs trembled beside me, her thighs slapping against mine with each thrust. The sound was loud, almost obscene, but it was drowned out by the wet, slick noises of our bodies moving together. Her warmth enveloped me, tight and perfect, and I could feel every inch of her as I pushed deeper.

"Ah! E—Edward~ it… feels so good! Hmnn!" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pain began to melt into pleasure. Her head tossed from side to side, her hair sticking to her damp forehead as she lost herself in the sensation.

"Yes! Yes! Ahan! Hmnn!"

Each moan escaping her lips, drove me closer to the edge. It took everything in me to hold back, to keep my pace steady and controlled. I wanted this to last, wanted to give her everything she needed.

"Ugh!" I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tighter as I fought to keep myself in check. But Layla wasn't making it easy. Her moans were intoxicating, her body writhing beneath me as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

The next few minutes were a blur of heat and motion. We were both lost in it, consumed by the raw need that had taken over. Layla's moans grew louder without holding back.

"Aahn!!" Her back arched off the bed as I groped her bare breasts roughly, thrusting deeper into her. Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes wide as she tipped over the edge, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

But I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not yet.

"Ahanaan! H—Honey!!" Layla cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

"J—Just a moment!" I growled, my thrusts growing faster, harder. The sensation building inside me was overwhelming. Something I never felt before.

-Plap! -Plap! -Plap!

The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, Layla's thighs red from the force of my thrusts. Her entire body was flushed, her skin slick with sweat as she writhed beneath me, completely lost in the pleasure.

"AHAN!!" Layla's voice rang louder as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling tightly as she climaxed again.

"…!"

At the same moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. With a low groan, I released everything I'd been holding in, my hot semen surging deep inside her.

"Hmnn!!" Layla's eyes flew open, wide and startled, as she felt the warmth spreading within her, reaching the deepest parts of her. I stayed buried inside her, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself completely, not pulling out until the very last drop was spent.

When it was over, I finally let go of her hips, my hands trembling slightly as I exhaled a long, exhausted breath. My body felt heavy, spent, but in the best way possible.

Layla collapsed back onto the bed, her head tilting to the side as she gasped for air. Her body glistened with sweat, her nipples hard and erect, her skin flushed from head to toe. She looked utterly spent but radiant, her chest rising and falling in time with her racing heartbeat.

I slumped forward, resting my head on her chest, my lips brushing against her skin as I caught my breath. I couldn't resist sucking gently on her breast for a moment before finally settling against her, my ear pressed to her chest. Her heartbeat was fast but it was the most comforting sound in the world currently.

"That… was amazing… honey," Layla said, breathless. She ran a hand through my hair, her fingers trembling slightly.

"Yeah," I said, lifting my head to smile at her. "You were incredible."

"Sex feels so good… hmnn~" She whispered, her voice trailing off into a soft moan as my cock twitched inside her, still sensitive.

I chuckled, raising my head to meet her gaze. "If you keep moaning like that, I'm going to end up fucking you again, Layla."

She giggled, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "You can fuck me anytime you want," she said teasinlgy but she was sincere.

I smiled, shaking my head before slowly pulling out of her. She grimaced slightly, a small grimace crossing her face, but it was quickly replaced by a soft, contented smile.

Once I was on my knees, I reached out and scooped her up into my arms, carrying her toward the bathroom. Layla nestled against my chest, her arms looping around my neck as she let out a quiet, happy sigh.

After helping her into the bath—she was still a little unsteady on her feet—we cleaned up together, the warm water soothing our tired bodies. When we were done, I wrapped us both in towels and carried her back to the bedroom.

"You've touched every part of my body, Honey~" Layla said, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I laughed, adjusting my grip on her. "Every part of you is worth touching," I said, grinning. "And licking, too, if I'm being honest. Even your sweat tasted sweet."

"Such a tongue you have," she laughed.

"I wonder where I learned that from?" I shot back, smirking as I set her down gently on a nearby chair.

I quickly stripped the bed, tossing the sheets stained with blood, sweat, and our fluids into the laundry before replacing them with fresh ones. When the bed was ready, I scooped Layla back into my arms and laid her down, climbing in beside her and pulling her close.

She curled into me, her head resting on my chest, her breathing slow and steady. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly.

Layla's fingers traced light, absentminded patterns over the scars on my chest. For a moment, the room was quiet until she broke the silence.

"I love you, Edward."

I smiled, my arms tightening around her as I pulled her closer. "I love you too, Layla."

She lifted her head slightly, her eyes searching mine with a seriousness I hadn't seen before. There was a flicker of fear there, too, something vulnerable in her eyes. "You'll always stay with me, won't you?" She asked.

I leaned down, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "What kind of question is that?" I said gently. "I'm not going anywhere, Layla. Even if you tried to leave me, I'd still find a way to stay by your side."

Her face lit up with a bright, childish smile, the kind that made my chest ache in the best way. She settled back against me, her head resting on my chest, her arms wrapping around my body like she never wanted to let go.

With her warmth pressed against me and her heartbeat steady under my hand, I felt a sense of peace I hadn't known in a long time. We lay there, tangled together, until finally falling asleep.