The Villa: Part 1

Part 1 of 3. Bonus Ikenna + Reed spicy chapter that takes place after "The Blood Gift." It's from Reed's POV.

Author’s Note: So when I was drafting "The Blood Trials" and "The Blood Gift," I wanted to add a few more sexy scenes between Ikenna + Reed, but they just didn't make a ton of sense with the way the plots of the books were structured. However, these two won’t leave me alone and they’re demanding those scenes be written. So, here they are!

There’s 3 bonus chapters in total. They take place after the duology wraps up. If you haven’t read THE BLOOD GIFT yet be ware that there’s some spoilers. Hopefully, the smut gives what it needs to give— and yes I absolutely leaned into the joy of writing pure smut here. After the utter hell I put Ikenna & Reed through in the novels, they’ve earned the reprieve of all vibes and smut for a bit!

This first chapter is free to all subscribers as a thank you for all the support everyone has thrown Ikenna’s way! The remaining two chapters are available for all paid subscribers. The last 2 are from Ikenna’s POV. To give you a teaser of what the remaining 2 contain: Reed has Ikenna keep count, out loud, while he [REDACTED], and the two of them are unhinged and have some fun with blood knives.

Happy Reading!

Part One

Reed’s POV

Ikenna was glowing solid gold. And driving me out of my entire fucking mind while she did it. In another universe, some unfathomable place where she didn’t mean what she did to me, I might’ve remembered to be shook. Dread might’ve trickled down my spine at beholding my girlfriend bathed in the brilliant gold light that signals she’s closer to a god than human. But in this world, in this existence, Ikenna is mine, and seeing her glowing while riding my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust while her wet heat grips me, is pure bliss. 

I dig my fingers into her hips as she rolls them, wringing a groan out of me. A wicked glint shines in her arresting brown eyes; they’re intense pools of dark amber that I’d gladly get stuck and drown in. If the way her walls are contracting around my dick doesn’t eviscerate me first. I know she’s playing games when her trademark recklessness flashes in her gaze that’s locked on me. She rolls her hips, taking me deeper. Pleasure ricochets around my whole body. I nearly swallow my own tongue. This fucking woman. I shudder beneath her, my control hanging on by a thread. But she’s started something that I’m about to finish, and underscore it to make a point. I let her soft, lush waist go and grab her ass. I drive brutally upward while slamming Ikenna down on me, wresting control away. She snarls– it’s a wild tangle of offense that I outmaneuvered her and heady lust at knowing I’m about to fuck her senseless. Boneless. 

“I love you,” I say gravelly, reverentially, momentarily enthralled by the rapture on her beautiful face and how stunning she looks when she’s dancing on the edge of an orgasm. “I love you so fucking much.” I punctuate each word with strokes that drag a string of moans from Ikenna. Hearing them, knowing I’m the one causing her to hit that pitch, I almost come on the spot.  

“As you should. I’m spectacular,” Ikenna scoffs— pants, really. She braces her hands against my chest. Her nails score my skin enough to leave marks behind. Good. I want them there. I want everything she has to give. Ikenna lifts onto the balls of her feet and slams down — over and over again. My thoughts splinter. Our whole damn bedroom splinters. 

“Fuuuck.” It’s the only word I can get out amid seeing stars. 

“I love you too, Darius,” she breathes against my ear. Those words, my name on her lips, and her warm breath against my skin, it all somehow makes me become even harder. 

I crush my mouth to hers, kiss her so fiercely that I forget where she ends and I begin. “Say it again,” I demand. Ikenna is the single person on Iludu with the power to destroy me, and I don’t mean physically. I could’ve lost her, never having gained this treasured moment, so many times between her Trials and now. Every time I think about it, my heart stops. “I love you,” I tell her again before she can give me what I asked for.

“I love you,” she says breathlessly right behind me. Then, a wicked smile curves those full sinful lips that were sealed around my dick a short while ago. I nip at her bottom lip and let her know, “I’m going to need you to choke on my dick again one more time, baby, before this day is over.” The brown of her eyes darkens. Flecks of red and gold spark in them. 

“You say that like I don’t love the way you feel when you’re hitting the back of my throat.” Her ass says this shit as she’s riding me, so I know she doesn’t expect me to just hear it and do nothing about it. 

I flip us, the maneuver abrupt and swift enough that she doesn't clock it before she’s on her back. “You’re mine, Kenna. In this life, the next, and anything else that comes after.” I have to let her know that; it’s always an incessant need. Sometimes, I just control the urge better than others. Right now, I don’t give a shit about controlling anything. Ikenna has that effect on me when we’re in bed. I pull out of her excruciatingly slowly, torturing us both, keeping my eyes locked with hers so she understands that when I call her mine, it’s not the Darius that gives any sort of damn about right and wrong that’s speaking. It’s the part of me that will burn the world down, that will burn galaxies down, that will raze the whole damn universe, in order to give her peace and joy and whatever else she desires.

I sink back inside her to the hilt with the same agonizingly slow pace, making sure she feels every considerable inch of me deep, deep within her. I’m rewarded with the most glorious sound in the world: Ikenna moaning my name. And it sends me further over the edge. I push her legs up over my shoulders, grip her ass for leverage, and set the brutal, rough pace that drives her insane. I work her at an angle where I slide against her clit with every surge forward. She trembles beneath me and glows a more scorching gold, her brilliance identical to the molten hue of gold bars when they’re melted down. It’s captivating and breathtaking and Ikenna Amari is the most stunning, exquisite woman alive. I bite down on and lick the shell of her ear. “I need you to do something for me,” I order roughly in her ear. “I need to feel you come all over my dick. Right now, baby. I want to feel you gush all over me while I fuck you through it.” And I need her to hurry the fuck up and do that shit right now because I’m not about to last much longer. 

“Make me,” she panted with that slick ass mouth of hers.

“Remember you said that shit, baby.” It’s all the warning she gets. I slide her legs off my shoulders and hook my hands behind her knees spreading her wide. I plunge inside of her as deep as I can lodge myself, hitting the back of her walls and making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. She screams my name, and I stay right where the fuck I am. I fuse our bodies together and move in circles inside her, stroking that spot that makes her scream at a continuous pitch that rattles the windows. Magic soaks the air around us. The gold light explodes outward from where it’s framing Ikenna and washes the whole master suite of the seaside villa in its shine. I shudder when Ikenna claws at my back. It’s another brand I want on me. I almost don’t finish what I started the right way. But I retain just enough presence of mind to retain a shred of restraint. I switch back to fucking her hard and fast the way she likes it and drop my head down to lick and nip at the pulse point along her neck. She trembles more violently beneath me, and I seal my mouth against the spot, sucking and licking and teasing her there while I go back to hitting her clit with every stroke. This time with greater pressure.

Magic continues to roil out of her in waves and then she’s screaming my name at a louder, impossible tempo, and coming undone in my arms exactly the way I relish her doing. I will never grow tired of feeling unravel around me, feeling her gush all over my dick. It’s a feeling of utter rapture that’s better than anything the Light Fields might have to offer. And Ikenna might as well be a Zenith of the God of Death himself  because while I’m fucking her through her orgasm, she snatches my damn soul out of my body with how tight and wet she is as she clenches around me.

I jerk out of her when I feel my balls seize up. I’m not done with Kenna yet. I hop off the bed, hauling her with me. I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her so she straddles me. I stride across the suite to the glass pane that takes up the entirety of one wall. It has two settings. For one, the glass is transparent and provides a breathtaking view of the pink sand beach and the miles of cerulean ocean just outside our villa. The other setting turns the glass into a massive mirror. I press the control panel on the wall beside us and switch on the mirror setting. I’ve been planning to enjoy the huge ass mirror in a precise way since the moment we got here.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you against this glass since we arrived,” I tell Ikenna as I set her down on her feet and spin her around so her back is pressed against my front. I place a knee between her legs and wedged them apart. I reach around her, collect both her wrists in one of mine, and raise them above her head. I pin her arms firmly to the glass. I grab her hip with my other hand and bring my mouth to her ear and issue a new order. “I want you to see how stunning you are. I want you to watch us. I want you to look at us and how fucking perfect we are while I fuck you.”

My mouth waters at the way her nipples harden against the glass. It’s a godsdamned  testament to how lost to the post-orgasm high she is because she doesn’t argue. In maybe the only time in her life, she submits quickly, completely, and enthusiastically.  She nods fervently and grinds her ass back against my dick. I fight her hair and moan into the side of her neck.

She’s dripping wet when I enter her. But I don’t move at first. “Fuck! You feel good, Ikenna. You drive me out of my mind,” I freely admit because I’m powerless to do anything except admit the truth. I slow down for a second to kiss her neck, the shell of her ear, her shoulder. I do it tenderly and place just how much I love her and and how much she devastates me, how greatly she brings me to my knees, in the gestures. With the crucial part out of the way, I pound into her ruthlessly from behind. She grinds into me, throwing her ass back in perfect sync with the tempo I set. She’s so hot and wet and tight around me that I forgot my own fucking name for a moment. Shit, I nearly forget where the fuck I even am. All I knew is Ikenna and me are a perfect fucking fit. She doesn’t play fair—never has— because she rolls her hips while clenching her walls around me and then I’m tumbling off the ledge of a cliff. Something inside me snaps. I let her wrists go and grabbed hold of her left thigh, raising it in the air and flattening her leg against the glass. I stroke her from the new angle hard and fast and relentlessly and deep, feeling primitive, more animalistic than human. 

She cries out my name. I shout hers at almost the same time. She trembles, plunging the room in gold light, and gushes around me a second time. It triggers my own orgasm, and I’m coming so hard that I launch into the stratosphere. I bury my head in the juncture between her shoulder and neck and bite down as I grind into her, trying to lodge myself as deep as I can get, trying to fuse us together permanently, while we come together. I can’t stop moving inside her for the life of me. Nor do I think she can stop grinding against me. It’s like we both can’t get enough. Like some invisible tether connecting us and has locked us into an endless loop of mind-shattering pleasure that neither of us can break free from. Not that I want to break free of anything. I’ll gladly stay inside Ikenna for the rest of eternity, never moving to do shit else. Because this deadly, beautiful, alluring, stubborn, fierce, extraordinary woman is mine,  and she is utter fucking perfection.