I'm in Love with the Villainess!-Chapter 126: Teasing the Temptress (2)

Evelina rolled me over not a second later, pressing me firmly into the mattress as she pinned my wrists above my head. She settled herself on top of me and began to ride me with slow, deliberate motions, drawing out every sensation until she was thoroughly satisfied.

But I wasn’t going to let her keep all the control that easily. I tensed beneath her, already planning how I would turn the tables the first chance I got.

[Profaned Prince]

"Stop."

The single word rolled out, power threaded through my voice. It washed over her, and her body went rigid mid‑movement. She whimpered at the sudden loss of control, fingers twitching on my chest as if she could force herself to keep going.

"C‑Cael!"

Evelina frowned, eyes narrowing dangerously as she stared down at me like a starving predator, and she wasn’t wrong. A succubus straddling a human, her soft thighs clamped around my hips, her heat pressed against me through thin fabric... anyone could see what was supposed to happen next.

After everything that had already happened between us, there was no better time than now to finally let her use me—and for me to take everything I wanted from her in return.

Too bad, I still felt like being petty.

"Not yet."

I chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing her back, slow and deep. To my surprise, she bit my lower lip. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting, enough to make my breath hitch. It was a shameless little warning, a promise of what she’d do once I stopped teasing her and finally gave in.

She hated being denied like this.

Which only made drawing it out even sweeter.

Her glare only deepened when I didn’t release whatever invisible hold my authority still had on her.

While demonic dominion may not work on a greater succubus, the profaned prince’s ability certainly did.

Magic hummed faintly between us, not crushing, not cruel, just enough to remind her that I could. That I was letting her hang there.

Her tail lashed once behind her, betraying everything her face wouldn’t.

"You’re insufferable," she muttered, breath hot against my mouth, the words almost a growl.

"And you’re impatient."

I loosened the command just a fraction.

Enough for her to move.

Not enough for her to win.

She tested it immediately, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate intent, dragging herself against me through layers of fabric in a way that was anything but subtle. A calculated grind. A reminder of exactly how close I’d put us, and how little I was giving her.

"You petty bastard... did my teasing really affect you that much?"

She gasped from each roll of her hips, fully embracing the small amount of pleasure I allowed her.

Heat bled through the thin barrier between us, all soft friction and restrained promise.

Her lips brushed my jaw as she leaned down, voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me.

"You don’t get to look this pleased," she said. "You’re the one dragging this out."

"I know."

My hands slid to her thighs, fingers spreading over warm, bare skin, feeling the tension coiled there. She was holding herself back now, every muscle tight, like a bowstring pulled too far and about to snap.

I guided her hips once.

Slow.

Measured.

Cruel.

Her breath shattered.

The reaction was immediate—her nails bit into my shoulders, hard enough to sting, her composure cracking in a visible ripple down her spine. The bed shifted under us again, reacting to the pulse of magic that flared with her loss of control.

"There," I murmured against her ear. "That’s what I wanted."

Her teeth grazed the shell of my ear in retaliation, just a little too sharp to be innocent.

"This isn’t how you should treat a succubus..."

"You should’ve thought about that before you made me lose control, then."

I rolled us suddenly—not forceful, but decisive. The remnants of my authority tipped the balance just enough for her to lose leverage, and in the next breath, she was beneath me instead.

Her hair spilt across the dark cushions like silver ink. Her chest rose and fell faster now, uniform rumpled beyond recovery, collar askew enough to tease a glimpse of flushed skin. The faint glow around her horns flickered unevenly, reacting to every shallow inhale.

She looked up at me.

Still hungry.

Waiting.

I caught her wrist and pressed it above her head, my other hand braced beside her, pinning her there. Not enough to hurt, just enough that she couldn’t slip away.

My weight hovered over her, the heat of my body a cage around hers. Close enough that she could feel how little space there was between us, how little room there was to escape.

Her tail slid along my calf, slow this time.

Testing.

"You’re going to regret this," she warned softly, voice low and rough at the edges.

"I already do."

Sure, teasing her might be fun, but I have to hold myself back if I want to keep going. If I lose control for even a moment, she’ll be able to turn the tables on me.

I lowered my mouth to hers again, but instead of devouring, I traced the edge of her lips. Light. Almost absent, a ghost of a kiss, there and gone before she could really taste it.

She made a small, frustrated sound and tried to chase it.

I pulled back a breath’s width.

Again.

Her hands moved to my back, fingers curling into fabric, knuckles white as she tried to drag me down properly. I let her succeed... almost, before shifting just enough that her attempt turned into another shallow brush instead of the deep, messy contact she wanted.

Her eyes darkened further.

"Cael."

There was no teasing in it this time.

Just heat.

I leaned down and kissed her throat instead, deliberately avoiding her mouth now. Slow and Unhurried. Letting my lips linger against the racing pulse there, feeling the way it jumped under my tongue.

Her back arched instinctively, pressing her body up into mine.

"You’re cruel..."

"I learned from the best," I smirked.

My hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, following the line of her hip with obscene care, skimming just shy of where she wanted me most. I felt the tremor in her stomach when my fingers hovered there, doing nothing.

Waiting.

Her restraint was thinning.

I saw it in the way her jaw tightened. In the way her pupils swallowed the last hint of composure. In the way her tail twitched, wrapping and unwrapping around my leg like it couldn’t decide whether to bind me closer or yank me down now.

"You think you’re in control," she breathed.

"I know I am."

That did it.

She surged upward, lips crashing into mine. Not sloppy, not wild, but demanding. She kissed like she was staking a claim, like she was done with games and tired of waiting for permission I kept refusing to give.

I let her.

For three seconds at least.

Then I broke it again.

Her expression when I pulled back was a mixture of outrage and disbelief, mouth kiss-bruised, chest heaving.

"You—!"

I brushed my thumb over her swollen lower lip, silencing the rest of the complaint before it could form.

"Still not yet."

"I’m going to kill you," she hissed dangerously. "Metaphorically, of course."

The room felt tighter somehow, like the curtains had drawn even closer around us. Magic coiled low and heavy in the air, clinging to skin, responding to every shift, every almost, every withheld inch.

She stared at me for a long second.

Then slowly, deliberately, she smiled.

Fine.

If she couldn’t overpower me outright, she’d change tactics.

And I had just given her all the time in the world to think about exactly how she wanted to take me apart.

"Two can play that game."

She smiled, and in that instant, I swore I could feel reality itself twist; her tight nurse uniform seemed to warp and cling even closer to her curves, as if it were being pulled taut just to show off every sultry line of her body.

She was going to make sure my lust wins over my pettiness to tease her.