Sweet Hatred
Chapter 111: ...sit... (r18)

Chapter 111: ...sit... (r18)

Kael’s body hovered over mine. His mouth was already on me, dragging slow, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down my neck, back to my ear again, making it impossible to breathe, let alone think.

"Kael..." I breathed, weakly, not even sure what I was trying to say.

His lips brushed mine, soft, wet, dangerous. "Come on, firefly. Show me what you were doing."

"No," I whispered, trying to turn my face away in some desperate show of dignity.

But he grabbed my jaw, firm and unyielding, forcing me to look at him. "Eyes on me. You were pleasing yourself earlier weren’t you? Then why have you turned so shy."

God. The heat between my legs doubled, then tripled, and I hadn’t even started again.

"You’re such a pervert," I muttered breathlessly, biting my lip as I glared at him, even though I was melting inside.

Kael’s eyes darkened with amusement. "I’m not the one caught with her fingers buried between her thighs."

My gaze dropped, and there it was.

That terrifying, raging bulge pressing against his pants, thick and heavy and absolutely monstrous. My eyes widened, my hole instinctively clenching at the sheer size of it.

How I had not ended at the hospital yet from the way brutally he rammed that inside me every time truly amazed me.

"You’re not the only horny one here," I shot, trying to reclaim an ounce of control, but my voice came out more like a moan than a taunt.

He smirked, not denying it. "So you need help?" he asked, feigning innocent concern.

"Fuck off."

He laughed softly, but didn’t move away. His hand slipped under the sheet, gliding down my stomach, but not touching, just hovering, letting me know he could.

"You’re really going to make me touch myself in front of you?" I asked, my breath shaky from all the shame and arousal that struck me with that question.

"Yes firefly." whispered, the words burning into my skin. "Do it. I want to watch."

I hesitated. Then my fingers moved. Slowly at first. Tentatively. My eyes flicked up to his, and I nearly gasped at the hunger I found there. He was watching me like I was his last meal and he hadn’t eaten in years.

He leaned In, pressing more kisses to my neck, trailing down to my collarbone, whispering praises in my ear.

My breath hitched. I rubbed my swollen clit faster. The shame melted into raw heat.

Kael’s hand tugged at the hem of his oversized shirt I was wearing, pulling it up just enough to expose my chest. "Bite," he ordered, slipping a fold of the shirt into my mouth. I obeyed, mindless, already whimpering as he pushed the fabric up farther, baring me completely.

"Good girl," he murmured, before taking my breast into his mouth.

His tongue licked. His teeth scraped. One hand massaged the other, tweaking and rolling my nipple until I was a mess of gasps and moans, one hand still buried between my thighs, the other tangled in his thick dark hair.

My legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him closer, trying to grind on something, anything, desperate for more.

"Kael," I whimpered, the name catching in my throat.

He was relentless. One hand on my breast, the other fisted in the sheets beside my head, his mouth sucking, licking, biting.

And I couldn’t stop.

I was panting. Shaking. My hips rocked against my fingers, chasing the edge like a woman possessed.

And then—

It exploded through me.

My back arched. A loud moan ripped from my throat as I came hard and fast, his mouth still on my skin, his body caging me in, owning every second of my pleasure.

Even as I whimpered and trembled, even as the waves kept crashing through me, Kael didn’t move.

He was still staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Like he hadn’t even started yet and I knew he hadn’t.

Then he leaned down, pressed a kiss to my jaw, and whispered against my skin, "You’re a goddess Aria."

I felt his fingers glide over mine, now drenched and trembling from what I’d just done. He took my hand gently, brought it to his mouth and locked eyes with me.

And then he licked.

One finger at a time, slow, obscene, tongue dragging up the length of them like he was savoring the very essence of me.

I whimpered, utterly undone all over again.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured, dark lashes lowered, voice thick and ruined. "And I can’t get enough of it, I could drown in you."

My body shivered like it hadn’t just climaxed minutes ago. "Kael..."

I didn’t know if it was a warning or a plea. But I was wet again. No—wetter.

He reached for the hem of his black t-shirt, hugging every hard line of his chest. He pulled it over his head, revealing the expanse of skin and muscle beneath, the dark dagger tattoo along his waist, another ink snaking up his arm, and God—I was already reaching for his belt like a woman possessed.

I yanked it free, tossed it aside, and fumbled with the button of his pants, biting my lip hard enough to bruise.

Kael smirked, watching me.

"Desperate now, aren’t we?"

"Shut up," I panted. "Just—fuck. Shut up."

I pushed his pants down, underwear and all, and the moment he kicked them off, he grabbed me, effortless, powerful and carried me to the center of the massive bed like I weighed absolutely nothing.

He laid me down, pinned me there with a single look and then folded me in half.

Literally.

My knees pressed against my chest, my thighs spread wide, pussy bare and pulsing in his face as he settled in between them, licking his lips like a man about to feast.

"Wait—" I tried, but my voice cracked.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned in and buried his face in my still-throbbing pussy—licking up the mess I’d made like he needed it to breathe. His tongue worked deep, slow, maddening. He moaned against me like I was something sinful, precious, addictive.

I jerked violently, too sensitive, almost sobbing.

"Too much," I gasped.

But he just grinned wickedly and kept going—tongue fucking me, teasing my entrance, flicking my clit until I was writhing again, lost in his hands.

"Stay still, firefly," he murmured in between licks. "Let me enjoy my dessert."

And just like that, I was gone again. Drenched. Overstimulated. Seeing stars.

And Kael?

He was just getting started.

Kael was halfway between kisses and devouring me when he suddenly pulled away—his lips slick, chin wet, pupils blown wide with lust. He didn’t even speak at first, just dragged my mouth to his and kissed me so hard I forgot my own name.

Then he broke away, breathing like he was at war with his own self-control.

"Aria,"

I breathed, unable to muster a response.

"I want you to sit on my face."