I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 879: Samara’s First [R-18]

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"You want?" Edward asked.

"I want," Samara breathed a trembling whisper that finally offered the vocal confirmation he demanded.

Before she could draw another breath, Edward moved. His strong arms scooped her easily against his chest. He strode across the deck, shouldering open the door that led to the private cabin chambers deep within the airship.

Samara’s face burned a furious, aching crimson, her breath catching in her throat. Every beat of her heart felt like it would burst right through her ribs. This was the man she had craved in silence for so long, a desire she had secretly buried under the fear that it would never, could never, be reciprocated.

Yet here he was. Whatever sudden shift had unlocked this hunger in him, she didn’t care to question it. She was entirely at his mercy.

Edward kicked the cabin door shut, the sharp click of the lock turning sounding like a final, thrilling sentence. He carried her straight to the edge of the wide bed, letting her slip down against the mattress.

For a moment, she lay there frozen, awkward and very much aware of her own racing pulse. Her inexperience was quite obvious. She had no idea how to move, how to touch, or how to surrender the way she desperately wanted to.

Edward’s hands went straight to his collar. "Take off your shoes and clothes first," he said, his gaze never leaving hers as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Nodding, Samara scrambled, swinging her legs over the side of the mattress to kick off her sandals. Her trembling fingers reached behind her back, fumbling with the zipper of her blouse. With a soft hiss of fabric, she slid it down her arms, discarding it to reveal a dark blue lace bralette that cupped her breasts, contrasting against her flawless, pale skin.

Heat flooded her cheeks as her nervousness peaked into a dizzying rush. Trembling, she reached for the clasp of her skirt, but she was too slow.

Now completely topless, his sculpted chest rising and falling, Edward moved. He pressed her back down into the mattress with gentle weight.

Samara gasped, a soft, breathless sound, as Edward’s imposing figure loomed over her. Her skin felt scorching hot beneath his shadow.

Without warning, his lips captured hers in a deep, crushing kiss.

"Hmm~" Samara whimpered into his mouth, her fists clenching automatically against the sheets.

Sensing her tension, Edward easily captured one of her tight fists in his large palm, pinning it softly above her head while deepening the kiss, coaxing her lips apart. Emboldened by the intoxicating heat of the moment, Samara hesitantly began to reciprocate, her tongue brushing his timidly.

Slowly, Edward broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline, lingering over her sensitive chin before dipping lower toward her collarbone.

"Hmm... ahh... hnn..." Samara let out soft, broken sounds at every brush of his lips against her feverish skin.

He took his time, letting her melt completely beneath his touch. His mouth drifted lower, tracing a burning path right into the hollow of her cleavage. Her chest heaved rapidly beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with every shallow, ragged breath she took.

"Ah...ah...hnn~"

The friction of his lips kissing the swell of her breast above the dark lace, paired with the warm weight of his hand sliding up to cup her through the fabric, drew a soft moan from her lips. Her fingers flew upward on instinct, burying themselves in his thick silver hair, tangling the strands as she pulled him closer.

While his mouth tormented her chest, Edward’s free hand slid downward. Two long fingers hooked beneath the waistband of her skirt, slowly tracing the line of her hips before dragging the fabric down her thighs.

He shifted, his other hand moving to help strip the garment away, easily sliding it down her legs and feet until it pooled on the floor, leaving her clad only in matching dark blue lace briefs.

Edward pulled back slightly, his silver gaze slowly roaming over the beauty of her body. Samara looked down at herself, trembling under the intensity of his inspection, her entire body burning as she shyly turned her blushing face away.

Edward shifted, sliding down to stretch out alongside her on the mattress. His hand wrapped gently around her ankle, his thumb tracing circles over the sensitive arch of her foot before dragging upward. He traced along the skin of her calf, slowly traveling higher along the sensitive curve of her inner thigh.

Samara let out a series of tiny, breathless gasps, her hips twitching instinctively toward his touch as his fingers continued their slow ascent.

While his hand roamed, his mouth stayed busy, pressing hot, lingering kisses along her jawline, her burning cheeks, and back to her lips. She whimpered into the kisses, her breath catching as his fingers finally brushed against the damp fabric of her dark blue lace underwear.

The concentrated heat radiating from between her thighs sent a shudder through her frame. On pure instinct, Samara tried to clamp her thighs shut, desperate to hide her overwhelming sensitivity.

Edward didn’t relent as he slid a finger right over the drenched lace, stroking the slick apex of her core. The friction through the fabric was excruciatingly intimate. She could feel how embarrassingly soaked she was, the heat slicking her skin, drawing ragged moans from the back of her throat.

"Ah... N-Nyr... mmh~" She whimpered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed down her neck and back to her swollen lips, swallowing her breathless cries.

Sensing her teetering on the edge, Edward sped up the rhythm of his stroking against her core, pressing better through the lace.

Samara’s eyes flew wide. A sharp, loud gasp broke past her lips as a blinding wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs instinctively slamming shut to trap his hand between them as her first orgasm tore through her body. She shivered, stuttering incoherent fragments of his name, completely overwhelmed by the sudden, shattering climax.

Edward just smiled down at her and leaned in to press a tender kiss to her flushed forehead.

Slowly easing back, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her remaining dark blue lace briefs.

"Show it to me," he said.

Blushing deeply, her chest heaving, Samara gave a small, trembling nod and reached down with her own shaking fingers to help push the garment down. Edward slid the lace smoothly past her hips, down her slender legs, and stripped it completely off her feet, tossing it aside.

He shifted off the bed, dropping to one knee right at the footboard, positioning himself between her open legs. He reached out, pulling her ankles toward him and lifting her legs to rest comfortably over his shoulders, exposing her entirely.

Her mound was smooth, flushed, and glistening wet, the delicate pink flesh protruding slightly from her over-sensitivity. Samara squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning with deep shame, instinctively trying to cross her legs and hide herself from his gaze.

"Don’t hide," Edward said.

Before she could say anything, he reached out, pressing a single bare finger directly against her slick, hairless folds.

"Ahhh!" Samara gasped sharply, her back driving into the mattress at the direct, skin-on-skin contact. Edward didn’t give her a moment to adjust; he teased her entrance with circular sweeps of his thumb before gliding a finger inward.

As he slid inside her sensitive, newly-aroused heat, Samara let out a loud, breathless cry, her hands flying to her mouth in mortification while her legs twitched over his shoulders, trying desperately to cross them again around his invading hand.

Edward’s finger curled inside her stretching her slowly as he drew more and more of her slick, sweet juices from her core.

"Ah—haah! Nyr... oh... no.." Samara sobbed out, her voice breaking into ragged, high-pitched moans that echoed off the cabin walls. The pleasure was rising like a tidal wave, too fast, too intense, making her whole body tremble uncontrollably.

While his fingers worked their magic below, Edward’s free hand reached up, cupping one of her breasts. He massaged the soft flesh right through the dark blue lace of her bralette, his thumb rolling over her hardened, aching nipple.

Samara reacted strongly, one of her hands flew upward, pressing down atop Edward’s hand on her chest to anchor herself, while her other hand clenched the white bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip, bunching the fabric until her knuckles turned pale.

"Ah... ahh! I’m...mmh, too much, ah~"

Suddenly, right as her breathing grew frantic and another peak loomed dangerously close, Edward stopped. He pulled his glistening finger clean out of her heat.

Samara let out a small, breathless sound of confusion, her hips twitching forward in search of the friction that had just vanished. "Hh—huh...?"

Before her mind could catch up, she felt a sudden, warm, wet pressure resting directly against her sensitive mound.

Her back arched sharply off the mattress, a loud moan tearing from her throat as she realized what was happening, Edward’s lips and tongue had just settled squarely between her thighs.

"Ah! Ha-ahh! Nyr—ohh!"

The first hot, sweeping stroke of his tongue against her delicate, over-sensitized flesh sent a shockwave straight to her core.

"Ah—haah! Oh God!" Samara cried out, her back bowing off the mattress as a jolt of pure lightning shot up her spine.

Her hands flew instantly to his head, her fingers burying themselves deep into his thick silver hair, gripping his strands hard. She couldn’t help herself; as the overwhelming friction of his tongue driving against her core drove her out of her mind, her thighs instinctively locked tighter, caging his face against her soaked, pulsing crotch to trap him there.

Edward let out a small groan, before he plunged his tongue deeper, swirling it against her sensitive bud and sucking gently, drawing a loud, broken shriek from her lips.

"H-ha-ah... mmm-ahh! Edward, I’m—ohh—ah~!"

While his mouth devoured her, his free hand didn’t stay idle. Ranging upward from her hip, his large palm slid over her ribs and cupped her right breast through the dark blue lace of her bralette. With a rough tug, he dragged the fabric down and completely off her right breast, freeing her completely to the open air.

His warm palm immediately closed over her naked flesh. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were perfectly proportioned, heavy enough to fill his palm completely, the skin amazingly soft and burning hot beneath his touch.

"Ah—ah-nn!" Samara wailed, her hips bucking upward uncontrollably to slam her slick core harder against his devouring mouth, demanding more unconsciously.

Edward’s thumb rasped over her hardened, aching nipple, rolling the sensitive peak while his tongue flicked in rapid, merciless succession below. The dual assault of his mouth drinking down her deepest juices and his hand kneading her bare breast pushed her past every remaining boundary of shyness or restraint.

"It—it’s coming—Nyr—ahhh, Edward!" She cried out, her voice turning high and breathless as her inner muscles began to spasm around nothing.

The heat inside her crystallized into an blinding, white-hot pressure. Edward felt her tightening around him, her legs clamping hard against his ears as she shattered completely. A long, ecstatic cry tore from her throat, her entire body locking up and trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense, toe-curling pleasure crashed through her, flooding his mouth with her sweet, hot release while he eagerly swallowed every drop.

Edward pulled his face back, wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand. He looked down at Samara, who lay breathless, completely flushed, and still sprawled wide open from her climax.

He reached for his pants, lowering them in one fluid pull. His thick member sprang free immediately, already straining and fully hardened.

Samara’s moist, dazed eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. As clarity rushed back, a wave of intense embarrassment hit her, and she instinctively tried to cross her legs, a sharp twinge of lingering sensitivity and fresh heat throbbing between her thighs.

Edward let out a low, amused smile and gently caught her ankle, stopping her movement.

"You just have to tell me if you want to stop," he said, his gaze locking onto hers with absolute seriousness.

Samara swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she met his eyes. "N—No, I want..." She whispered, and willingly parted her legs for him once more.

Edward positioned himself between her thighs, catching her right leg to pull her closer and find the optimal angle. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a plush cushion from the head of the bed, lifting Samara’s hips to slide it right beneath her lower back. The angle shifted her pelvis upward, designed to make his entry smoother and spare her as much discomfort as possible.

He then hoisted both of her legs back up, resting them comfortably over his broad shoulders.

Lying flat on her back, Samara looked up at him, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs like a trapped bird. The vulnerability of the position was deeply shameful, yet a dark, dizzying thrill of anticipation coursed through her veins. Finally, finally, Edward was going to take her and make her truly his woman.

For months, she had eaten herself alive with envy, watching the intimacy Edward shared with Layla, Alvara, and Elizabeth. She had craved this exact validation, knowing the way Edward treated the women he fully possessed, how shamelessly affectionate and protective he became with them. She wanted that devotion. She wanted to belong to him completely.

"Just breathe," Edward said, leaning down and pressing the blunt head of his cock directly against her wet, pulsing entrance.

The slick coating of her own arousal eased the initial contact, but she still shuddered. While steadying himself, Edward reached out with his free hand and snagged the remaining dark blue lace of her bralette, pulling it down and casting it aside to fully bare her breasts. The skin was flushed pink, her nipples hard, peaked, and aching.

He pressed his palm against her chest, right over her cleavage, anchoring her.

Samara’s hand flew up to grip his wrist, her fingers digging into his skin as she braced herself for the inevitable.

And then, Edward pushed forward, entering her in one slow thrust.

"Hnn..." Samara’s expression contorted, a sharp gasp catching in her throat.

This felt nothing like his fingers. He was infinitely thicker, harder, overwhelmingly massive. It felt as though a solid rod of iron was forcing its way into her tight, uninitiated body. She gritted her teeth, holding on for dear life as Edward pushed further, until a sudden, sharp sting bloomed inside her.

The last remnant of her virginity, the stubborn remaining skin membrane of her hymen, gave way, tearing completely as his thick heat drove past the barrier.

"Aaahnn—ghhnn!"

Samara screamed out, her fingers tightening into a death grip around his wrist on her chest while her other hand clawed strongly into the white bedsheets, tearing the fabric.

Sensing her pain, Edward immediately halted his advance. Waiting a beat for her body to adjust, he then drove the rest of the way home, thrusting all the way deep inside her core.

"AHHH!!"

Samara let out her loudest blissful cry yet. As he hit a depth within her she never knew existed, her mind flashed completely white. Her eyes blew wide in shock, and she involuntarily jerked her head up off the pillows, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the sensation.

Seeing her strain, Edward pulled back slightly, letting her catch her ragged breath as her entire body burned with heat.

"It’s over," he whispered, looking down briefly at their joined bodies.

Where they were locked together, a mixture of her juices and a thin, delicate trail of bright red blood trickled down her inner thigh. He had completely taken her.

"How do you feel?" He asked softly, his thumb gently thumbing her cheek.

"G...good," Samara breathed out, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "It... it was a bit painful, but it’s fading..."

Her voice trailed off into a brilliant blush when she forced her eyes to look down between her legs, catching the awe-inspiring sight of his thick member half-buried deep inside her body.

Edward held still for a long moment, letting her body adapt to the fullness of him before he began to move.

Slowly he pulled back and pushed back in.

"Ah... mnh... uuh~" Samara whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as initial discomfort rippled through her. The stretch was still intense, dragging low whimpers from her throat, but the pain was rapidly melting away into a profound heat.

Edward let out a light groan, his eyes darkening as the exquisite, vice-like constriction of her body squeezed every inch of him. "You’re so tight, Samara," he muttered. He slowed his pace just a fraction, looking down into her flushed face. "How are you holding up... Tell me."

Samara blinked, moisture-rimmed eyes up at him, her chest heaving. "I... I don’t know... it’s a lot," she breathed, a shy, desperate edge creeping into her tone as the initial ache began to transform into something electric. She shifted her hips slightly against him, arching just an inch upward. "Please... don’t stop. Continue..."

That was all Edward wanted to hear.

A dark, pleased smile curled his lips, and he accelerated his pace, driving into her hard enough that made the bed creak in protest. Moving his hand up from her chest, he cupped her bare breast again, his thumb ruthlessly rolling and pinching her sensitive, perked nipple.

"Ah—ha-ah! Oh yes—ah~"

Samara’s protests vanished instantly, replaced by high, cascading moans of pure pleasure. The double assault of his powerful thrusts below and the masterful torment of his hand above short-circuited her brain.

The friction built with terrifying speed, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. Within minutes, her vision blurred. Panic and overwhelming ecstasy tangled together in her chest as the familiar, blinding pressure of another climax seized her.

"I—I can’t, Nyr, I.... it’s too much—it’s coming again!" Samara sobbed, hot tears of overstimulation spilling over her eyelashes and cutting clean tracks down her flushed, burning cheeks. Both hands clenched the white bedsheets hard enough to tear the fabric beneath her fingers.

Edward didn’t slow down. He drove into her deeper, harder, matching her breathless cries with groans of his own, milking the overwhelming, addictive tightness of her core.

"Let it go," he said also ready to let loose matching her.

That was the final push. With a sharp, piercing cry, Samara shattered. A full-body orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clamping down frantically around him in wave after wave of intense, blinding contractions.

As she climaxed, Edward let out a groan, burying himself as deep as he