Ascension Of The Villain

Chapter 225 - 225: Perfect For Each Other

[Warning: Mature Content]

Vyan traced a delicate line down her side, his lips grazing over the faint scar nestled just beneath her ribs. "It's funny," he murmured, the words a whisper against her skin. "I thought I knew you. But there is so much more beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered."

His fingertips hovered over the jagged mark, lingering as if it held secrets he longed to uncover. "A battle wound?" he asked, his voice a mixture of reverence and curiosity, the kind that only deepened the connection between them.

Iyana met his gaze, a playful gleam in her eyes, lips curving into a smile that was both bold and vulnerable. "Do you find it repulsive?" she teased, though a hint of past insecurities still lingered in her words.

When her memories were lost, she had worried about this scar, feeling as if it marked her as less than perfect—especially in a world where physical flaws were barely tolerated, and as Easton's future bride, she was expected to be flawless.

But with Vyan, she had never needed to hide. He, too, bore his own scars, including the prominent one etched across his forehead, a mark he once hid out of fear of being judged or bullied. Now, though, he wore it with pride, a badge of courage that suited the man he had become.

She loved that about him—how he had grown into someone unafraid, someone who embraced his imperfections with unapologetic confidence.

As if reading her thoughts, Vyan chuckled, a comforting sound that made her feel as if the two of them were the only people in the world. "Repulsive? Hardly. You should be proud. I know I am." His fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing each curve, every scar and freckle, as though he were learning the map of her, savoring every piece of her story.

To him, each mark, every imperfection, was a chapter worth cherishing.

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Vyan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he whispered, "You are so responsive. It's as if your body already knows me, every inch, every touch." His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, each stroke drawing a gasp from Iyana as she instinctively arched into him.

He took his time, savoring each shiver and sigh, as if her every reaction was a secret meant only for him.

"You sure are taking your sweet time, aren't you?" she cried out, her breath catching as she neared the edge, threatening to fall apart beneath his fingers alone.

Vyan smirked, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, I fully intend to. This isn't something to be rushed."

With a graceful ease, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, leaning down with an intensity that set her skin ablaze. He let his lips and tongue explore her most sensitive places, tasting every part of her with an almost worshipful devotion.

———

"Shit, shit, does it hurt? I am so sorry," Vyan let out urgently, the sight of her tears catching him off guard. His movements stilled, concern flashing across his face as he

Iyana let out a soft sigh against his lips, her affection spilling forth as she whispered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, more than you can imagine," he murmured back, his voice rich with sincerity.