To Love A Villain-Chapter 85: Bonus - 2 : If- The Want Of Bodies

This isn’t necessarily canon... I might make it canon. We’ll decided by the end of the book

>>Third person pov

Steam curled thick around them, curling like silk around Hael’s arms as he drew Amber in. She tilted her face up, her breath catching softly at the touch of his lips. And then she gasped again—but not because of him.

Because the water changed.

It warmed suddenly, perfectly, like it was listening to her body. Like it loved her too.

Hael’s magic glowed faintly along his forearms, like sunlight seen through river water. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The spell was cast with intention, with emotion, with the deep, aching reverence he held for her.

His hands slid down her hips, but she felt them also at her back, her neck, her thighs—whispers of touch where his hands weren’t. Amber’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting with a stuttered breath. "What are you...?"

"Letting you feel everything I want to do to you," Hael murmured. "All at once."

A low hum vibrated through the space between them—a magical thread stretching from his chest to hers.

he could feel it now. His desire wasn’t just physical; it was a tapestry of memory and need and years of knowing each other’s souls. Her own heart raced, and his pupils dilated, as if he felt it inside himself too.

"I cast a resonance thread," he said, brushing her wet hair back. "So you’ll know how you make me feel. And I’ll know how you feel."

Their next kiss wasn’t just a meeting of mouths—it was a collapse of barriers. When her fingers gripped his back, he felt the pull deep in his chest. When his lips grazed the curve of her collarbone, she moaned softly and he trembled, sharing the echo of her pleasure like it was his own.

"Hael~"

The water slowed.

Not stopped—just softened, like time itself had bowed to Hael’s will. Droplets moved in lazy arcs, steam danced slower around their limbs. Every sensation expanded, deepened.

Amber was gasping now, holding on to him as though they stood at the edge of the world.

"I feel you," she whispered. "Everywhere."

His forehead touched hers. "Good," He replied, "This is going to be more than a mere touch,"

She smiled, and it shattered something tender in him.

He moved his magic down to her thighs, it slowly slithered inwards, making her gasp

"Hael!" She arched back but his magic held her steady. She oozed her her essence, an invitation from her body for him.

And he took it.

As he entered her, his magic flared. Blue-gold light bloomed between their bodies, a slow pulse that beat with their shared breath, wrapping them in a cocoon of glowing warmth. Her body arched into his, and every motion, every tightening of muscle, every whisper of skin, echoed across their connection like a symphony played on shared strings.

They moved as one, bound in sensation and spellwork.

The illusion of more hands caressed her, but always with the same energy—his energy was overwhelming but exciting at the same time. It was something not everyone could feel but Hael’s magic was different.

It was strong.

She was enveloped by him, inside and out. When her head fell back against the tile, her cry was half-sensual, half-spiritual—like something was breaking open in her chest.

Hael held her through it, shivering as her emotions flooded his system, overwhelming and glorious.

When the climax came, it wasn’t a sharp peak.

It was a fall into light.

The aura around them burst briefly, showering sparks of pale magic like fireflies caught in rainfall. They collapsed together in the mist, breathless and shaking, water finally returning to its natural rhythm.

Amber laid her head on his shoulder, both of them standing there in the quiet hush of the afterglow.

"That was..." she whispered, her breathing heavy, "Good,"

He chuckled at her words. While her breath was still uneven against Hael’s chest as the water traced lines down their entwined bodies. Her arms circled his waist, holding him not from passion now, but from closeness—from the deep, blooming warmth that came with rediscovered trust.

He pressed a kiss to her wet temple. "You okay?"

She nodded, eyes closed, and tilted her face up. "I feel more than okay. I feel... refreshed," She grinned, "It had been a while since we got to do this."

"A few days," He whispered, "More than a while,"

Hael’s fingers slid along her spine, light and reverent.

She looked at him, and there was hunger in her eyes again—but it had shifted. It wasn’t the wild, breathless need of moments ago. It was softer now, slower. A rekindled fire instead of a spark. Her hands moved to his chest, fingertips tracing the water droplets falling down. She kissed one, just over his heart.

"Show me again," she said, voice low. "Without magic this time."

Hael’s brow arched. "Without magic?"

Amber smirked faintly. "Only your hands." Her voice was low, "I want to do it again but with no magic involved."

But even without casting, his power was never far. Magic bled from his presence—laced in the warmth of his skin, the deep thrum of his voice. He didn’t need to enchant the moment to make it unforgettable.

"Alright then," He replied, "No magic this time." And then he moved in, leaning into her to plant his lips on hers.

He kissed her slowly this time—deep, savoring every taste of her mouth, every breath drawn between touches. His hands roamed her body with quiet purpose, not trying to build a fire but to tend one, to stoke it lovingly.

Her body was trained enough that it would respond to him immediately. Even to light touches.

Then, with a glance and a whispered command, the water ceased.

He lifted her in his arms again, but instead of returning to passion against the tiles, he stepped out of the shower, steam following them like a veil. With a flick of his wrist, a dry warmth settled over them—his own personal drying spell, featherlight and gentle. The air warmed around her, drying every curve and lock of hair like a lover’s breath.

Amber laughed softly against his throat. "You’re ridiculously useful."

He kissed her shoulder. "Only for you."

With her still in his arms, he carried her into the adjoining room, the private chamber, smaller than their bedroom, hidden away from everyone else as well. This room had no windows. A conjured fire glowed low in the hearth, casting amber light on the soft rugs and thick bedding. He lowered her slowly onto the mattress, never breaking their gaze.

Here, there was no rush.

He took his time.

He laid beside her, caressing her body with reverence, kissing her skin, rediscovering every inch like he was learning a new map of an old world. No illusions now—only fingertips, lips, and the quiet language of two people speaking without words.

Her thighs parted for him like petals in bloom, welcoming, ready. He moved over her slowly this time, eyes locked on hers as he entered her again.

She moaned her name, "Hael," Her voice was shaky, "Don’t go too slow."

They moved in a rhythm, bodies fitting together with practiced grace and quiet reverence. His lips brushed her cheek, her throat, the hollow of her collarbone. She arched beneath him, hands tracing the planes of his back.

Tears welled in her eyes but never fell. She pulled him deeper into her, gasping his name as their rhythm built again and again

The way he thrusted inside her made her body shiver.

She loved having him this close.

And since they had already put their daughter to bed, this session wasn’t going to end anytime soon

Bonus Story- End

Author’s Bullshit

Below is a sneak peak of another story

>>Aelin

It’s alright

This was the best option. With this I can finally contribute to something. I nodded to myself as I kept telling myself those words.

The bed felt impossibly large beneath me, its velvet covers felt foreign under my trembling fingers. I sat in the middle, my palms were damp, and no matter how much I pressed them into the fabric, the unease wouldn’t go away.

The door opened and my heart jumped while I froze. I slowly turned to look at the man who had entered the room.

Draegon Dravos

The sheer size of him stole my breath and I began to tremble. It was not my intention, I didn’t want to do this but he was frightening. I had noticed this at the wedding too, he was huge. While I wasn’t short for a human woman, at about 5’7, Draegon was 6’8. His black horns coming from either side of his head showed he held a lot of power, yet his horns were the smallest in the royal family and he didn’t have much standing as a royal either.

The sole reason being that he was from a concubine. It’s a very rare occurrence in demon empires for there to be a concubine to begin with. It’s looked down upon.

I gulped as he walked towards me, his purple molten eyes locked onto me.

My throat tightened as he closed the distance, his towering frame looming closer. I ducked my head, forcing my gaze down to my lap where my fingers twisted together nervously. My mouth was dry, but I managed to swallow, trying to steady myself.

You can do this, I told myself. You have to. You can’t be useless like always

He stopped at the edge of the bed and I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my skin so I could stop shivering.

He must have noticed though, he had his eyes constantly on me, "Princess," he said, his voice deep and unyielding, yet strangely calm. I raised my eyes, just for a moment, to meet his. Then I looked away again, clinging to the words I had repeated to myself since the ceremony.

It’s alright. This is the only thing I can do

This was my duty. I gulped. I can’t mess this up! If I can’t even do this, then something worse will happen!

"I know you don’t want to be here," He said, making me pause, "But we have to consummate our marriage, people are waiting."

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"..." My cheeks began to heat up. My heart pounded while my mind raced. Not only was I to spend the night with a huge man, all the people were going to know we performed the deed. I pursed my lips as I felt embarrassed.

Somehow, it felt humiliating.

"Unless we do so, the truce won’t fall through." He said and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how embarrassing it was, I had no choice

I nodded at his words and he gave me a nod back.

"Take off your clothes," He said as he began to take off his. I glanced at him when he took his shirt off and gasped inaudibly when I saw his fine toned body and abs. Then I immediately looked down, my fingers were cold as I reached for the lace at the back of my dress. I was already out of my wedding dress and was now in a satin purple gown. I opened the lace and was about to slide the silky dress off of myself when I noticed Draegon had taken his pants off.

My heart dropped when I looked at him and my eyes went wide. My already racing heart began to pound even louder.

"W-w-why?" I looked away with my face red.

"Hm?" Draegon looked down at himself, unsure of why I began to panic. With the lace undone, the dress was falling off of me and I held onto it desperately, "Ah," He got it but without saying a word he climbed onto the bed, making me tremble again, "You’ll be fine," He said as he approached me.

"N-no," I had never seen a man’s private part but I did have the basic knowledge, and this was not normal, "Why do you have-" My voice was barely above a whisper, "-have two?" Even my feet felt cold.

"Because I’m a dragon." His hand came and rested on my shoulder, making me flinch violently.

"..." He paused, then put his other hand on my other shoulder, making me let go of my dress and it slid down my body exposing me, "I won’t put the other one in,"

I was still hesitating. No one had told me anything about this, not that they had told me anything to begin with. I only learned the basics from a book I read.

How different are demon bodies? Can a human and a demon consummate at all? I had no idea

I wasn’t even sure how it was done-

Draegon put his hand on my chin and made me look at him. Our eyes met and I knew he must have seen my pupils shaking but without wasting anymore time, he planted his lips on me.

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The warmth of another person’s skin was foreign to me. It was confusing but it got terrifying too when his rough hands came to my body and pulled me closer.