I Am The Game's Villain-Chapter 590: First Night With Layla [1] [R-18]

The door lock beeped softly as I scanned the keycard, its mechanical click signaling access. Without hesitation, I kicked the door open with a swift motion, stepping inside with Layla in my arms. The door hissed shut behind us, sealing with a definitive sound as it locked automatically.

Layla's gaze swept across the room, her eyes lingering on the centerpiece—a massive king-sized bed draped in crisp, white linens. The pillows were plump, inviting, and the sheer size of the bed seemed to dominate the room.

"The bed is… pretty big," she said widened slightly her eyes.

"We might need this much space," I said with a small grin.

Layla's lips curved into a sweet, knowing smile, and she closed the distance between us in an instant. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first but it quickly deepened as I reciprocated, my grip tightening around her. Her warmth seeped into me, and I felt my pulse quicken, my body responding to her nearness.

"Hmmm~" She moaned against my lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Her breath was warm, her scent intoxicating—a mix of vanilla and something uniquely her. Her lips were truly soft, and I found myself craving more, my desire bubbling to the surface. I gently nibbled on her lower lip, teasing her before pulling back slightly, our breaths mingling in the narrow space between us.

"You're such a tease, Edward," Layla whispered, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.

"It's difficult to resist when I'm holding my hot wife," I whispered back. Our faces were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the warmth of her breath brushing against my lips. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I could tell she felt it too—the way her heart raced against my chest, the way her fingers trembled slightly as they traced the nape of my neck.

Layla giggled before she glanced around the room again. Her expression shifted to her playful one. "Is this really the place where you want to take my precious virginity, Edward? It's a bit… dull, don't you think?"

"Do you know where I took Elizabeth's virginity?"

Layla grasped my shirt and looked at me with her scary pink eyes. "Don't speak about her, Honey."

"Yes," I smirked and flicked by hand summoning a barrier around the whole room.

"Honey?" Layla blinked

"A soundproof barrier," I explained to her though she should know.

Layla's eyebrows shot up, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Soundproof?" She repeated, glancing at me with a wondering expression "And why, pray tell, would we need that?"

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to hear my lovely wife's moans," I said, my voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "They're for my ears only."

Layla's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "Such a considerate husband I have," she said softly but charged with desire. Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was fiercer, hungrier than before.

I responded in kind, my hands tightening around her as I deepened the kiss. My lips parted, and I teased the seam of her mouth with my tongue, asking for entry. Layla didn't hesitate—she opened for me, her breath turning ragged as our tongues met for the first time.

Her inexperience was evident, but her eagerness made up for it. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of heat straight through me, and I took advantage of her parted lips to plunge my tongue deeper, exploring the warmth of her mouth. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and uniquely hers, and I couldn't get enough.

"Hmn~!" Layla let out a muffled sound, her body trembling in my arms as I tangled my tongue with hers. Her grip around my neck tightened, her fingers digging into my skin as if she were afraid I might pull away. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-lidded and glistening with unshed tears. She was overwhelmed, but she didn't stop me—instead, she leaned into the kiss, her inexperience giving way to raw, unfiltered passion.

I couldn't help but tease her further, my tongue dancing with hers, sucking gently on her saliva as our mouths moved together. It was her first French kiss, and I was determined to make it unforgettable. The tables had turned—she had always been the one to tease me, but now, I was the one in control, and I relished every second of it.

"Hnnn~hmnn!" Layla's muffled moans grew louder, her body arching slightly against mine as I continued to toy with her tongue. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, and her eyes fluttered shut, tears spilling onto her flushed cheeks. She was completely at my mercy, and the sight of her like this—vulnerable, yet so trusting—was almost too much to bear.

We kissed until our lungs burned, our breaths mingling, our saliva mixing in a way that felt truly intimate. When we finally broke apart, both of us were gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other as we tried to steady our racing hearts.

"Ah… um… that was… amazing, honey," Layla gasped out, her voice trembling as she gulped audibly. Her lips were glistening, slick with a mixture of her saliva and mine, a thin trail of it trickling down her chin.

I didn't respond with words. Instead, I leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss before trailing my mouth downward. I licked the trail of saliva from her chin, savoring the taste of her, before pressing soft, lingering kisses along her jawline. Layla tilted her head back, giving me better access to her neck, gasping a little as my lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

"Umn~" She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as I continued my descent. Her neck was warm, her pulse fluttering beneath my lips, and the intoxicating scent of her skin filled my senses. I pressed a lingering kiss to the hollow of her throat, my hands tightening around her waist as I lost myself in the moment.

Layla's fingers tightened in my hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps as I kissed my way down her neck.

"I—It should be time you lower me down, Honey," Layla stuttered out after a moment.

I chuckled, my arms still cradling her securely. "Are you this impatient?"

Layla's eyes darkened, her smile turning sultry as she met my gaze. "Of course, I am," she said, her tone dripping with desire. "I've waited too long already."

With a smile, I gently lowered her onto the bed, her body sinking into the plush mattress. She sat on the edge, her legs dangling slightly as she reached down to unclasp her heels. The sound of the straps snapping open echoed, and she flapped her feet lightly, letting the heels fall to the floor.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached beneath her dress, her fingers brushing against the hem of her panties. Slowly she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to slide them down her fair, smooth legs. Her movements were clearly purposeful, to tease me, and I found myself utterly captivated, unable to look away.

She raised her legs one at a time, the fabric sliding down her thighs, over her knees, and finally past her ankles. With a flick of her foot then she kicked the panties aside, the delicate pink fabric landing on the floor.

Now with nothing hiding hr sacred place except her black dress, Layla sat before me. The sight of her bare, flawless skin sent a jolt of heat through me, my desire spiking uncontrollably. My hands twitched with the urge to touch her, to claim her, but I forced myself to wait, to savor the moment.

Layla crossed her legs her eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a mischievous glint in her gaze, she let her eyes drift downward, toward the growing bulge in my pants. A sly smile curved her lips as she muttered, "You're already hard, Honey."

"How can I not be?" I laughed, my hand reaching out to stroke her leg. My fingers trailed along her soft, spotless skin, reveling in the warmth and smoothness of her. Slowly, my hand crept higher, slipping beneath the hem of her dress to caress her inner thighs.

"Ah…" Layla sucked in a deep breath, her body tensing slightly as my fingers brushed against her sensitive skin. Her reaction only fueled my desire, and I continued to tease her, my touch gentle as I traced circles along her inner thighs.

Layla's legs trembled, and she uncrossed them, her body opening up to me as I inched closer to her most intimate place. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched me with wide, expectant eyes.

"Nobody's reached this far, right?" I asked teasingly as I gently pressed a finger against her slick folds.

"Ahn~" Layla moaned softly, her body arching slightly at the contact. She shook her head, her voice trembling as she whispered, "N—Nobody…"

Her admission sent a surge of possessiveness through me, and I felt my excitement reaching its peak. But I knew I had to take my time—this was her first time, and I wanted it to be perfect for her.

I traced a line along her slit and Layla's entire body shivered in response. Her toes curled against the floor, and she let out a trembling breath. "Ah…"