Sweet Hatred
Chapter 172: ... whispered memory r18

Chapter 172: ... whispered memory r18

Her hands were all over me, desperate, starved, impatient. She grabbed my turtleneck and yanked it upwards with this unfiltered urgency, dragging it over my head like she was peeling away armor.

My mouth didn’t leave hers for more than a breath. And when it did, I was back again, biting at her lower lip, catching the moan that slipped out.

Her hands found the buckle of my trousers, working fast, shaky, urgent. God, she was shaking. Not from fear, but from need. From that same burn I felt clawing up my chest, licking up my spine like wildfire.

I reached for her shirt, fumbling at the buttons, trying to keep kissing her, trying not to lose myself in the way her skin felt under my touch. But it wasn’t fast enough. Not fucking fast enough.

So I ripped it.

Buttons flew. Her gasp tore into my mouth. And there she was, chest rising, her bra hugging her breasts just enough to drive me insane. I pulled back just for a second, my hand covering the curve of one breast, thumb grazing over her nipple through the fabric, and my brain short-circuited at the way she arched into my palm.

"Kael," she breathed, lips already dragging down my throat.

Then I felt her shift.

Her head lowered.

My breath hitched as I realized where she was going, mouth moving toward my cock like it was instinct. Like she needed to take me in.

But I stopped her.

Gently but firmly, I cupped her face and tilted her chin up.

"Wait," I whispered, brushing my thumb along her lips. "I have a better idea."

Her lips parted, her eyes soft and fogged over. Curious. Trusting.

God.

Her eyes were so trusting.

I moved us slowly toward the headboard, not rushing, guiding her until she was sitting against the pillows. I adjusted my knee carefully, pain a dull throb under my skin, but it didn’t matter. Not when she was looking at me like that. Like I was the center of her universe right now.

I knelt in front of her, close enough to breathe her in. My hands slid around her waist and moved her to the edge, guiding her legs around me until she was straddling my lap. The heat between her thighs settled right over me, and I bit back a groan.

"You feel that?" I murmured against her neck as I kissed a line to her collarbone. "You feel what you do to me?"

She whimpered, nodding, nails digging into my shoulders like she couldn’t hold herself back.

I reached up and slid her shirt fully off her arms, tossing it aside. My mouth captured hers again, this time slower, more deliberate. Hungry, yes, but reverent too. Like every time I kissed her I was telling her things I didn’t have the words for.

Things like I missed you.

I was worried.

You make me feel human.

She shifted again in my lap, grinding lightly, and I growled into her mouth.

I pushed her skirt up, fingers dragging along her thighs. Her skin was soft and warm, and when I reached the top, I found her panties already damp. So ready.

And fuck if I didn’t want to fall to my knees and pray between her legs right then.

But first, I had to devour her.

She was shaking against me, trembling, lips parted, thighs tightening around my waist as I pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep.

"Kael—" she gasped, her voice breaking on my name.

Fuck. She was already clenching. Already wet and hot and so goddamn eager that I nearly lost control then and there.

My fingers curled inside her, and her hips jerked, trying to take more. She couldn’t help it. Her body was starving for me. I felt it in every desperate squeeze around my fingers, every sharp breath she dragged in.

"Look at you," I whispered, grabbing her chin with my other hand and forcing her to meet my gaze. "You missed me, didn’t you, firefly?"

She tried to shake her head, tried to deny it. But her eyes, God, her eyes gave her away. Soft. Vulnerable. So fucking open it shattered something in me.

"You’re soaked," I murmured, voice low, dragging my fingers in and out at a lazy pace. "You’ve been clenching around me since the moment I touched you." My head dipped lower, lips grazing the shell of her ear. "You want it that bad?"

She moaned, loud, needy. Her hips rolled with the rhythm of my fingers, chasing that high already, chasing me.

I pulled back slightly to see her expression and her lips were parted like she wanted to curse me, maybe slap me. That pride still clung to her, even while her body was falling apart in my hands.

Then she glared up at me and bit out, "Shut up."

I grinned, and drove my fingers harder.

She gasped, her back arching. The squelch of her pussy echoed between us, wet and obscene and perfect.

"Yeah?" I growled. "Are you sure you want me to do that?"

I ducked down again, mouth finding her nipple and sucking deeply. My tongue circled her slowly before I gave it a sharp bite. She moaned out, the sound punching through the air like a sob. And she clenched again, tight, desperate.

"Fuck—fuck, Kael," she whined, voice wrecked.

"That’s it," I whispered against her chest, dragging my tongue across her skin. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you need me."

Her walls fluttered around my fingers, that slick heat growing with every stroke. She was close. I could feel it.

So I slowed.

Her body tensed. "No—"

"Shh," I teased, kissing up her throat. "You’ll cum when I say you can. Not a second before."

She whimpered, head thrown back, exposing that beautiful, trembling throat. My fingers moved inside her with unbearable precision, slow, curling, grazing that sweet spot she couldn’t hide from me.

She was begging with her body now. Writhing. Bucking. Soaking my hand.

"You’re gonna fall apart for me, aren’t you, sweetie?" I whispered, breath hot against her ear. "You gonna make a mess on my fingers?"

"Kael—please—fuck—"

And I gave it to her.

No more holding back.

I pumped my fingers into her ruthlessly, curling hard against her spot again and again. Her thighs tightened, her hands clawed at my chest, and her voice cracked with the sharpest, rawest moan I’d ever heard from her.

"That’s it," I growled. "Cum for me."

And she did.

She broke with a whimper, her entire body seizing, shaking as she came all over my hand. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers like it was trying to pull me in deeper, desperate and uncontrollable. The slick, wet sounds of her pleasure were obscene, lewd and fucking beautiful.

But I wasn’t done.

"Stay with me," I breathed, still fucking her with my fingers.

"Kael—Kael I—I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," I growled, lips brushing against hers. "One more."

Her head swung back again, mouth parted, eyes shut in sheer bliss. Her throat arched up and I bit into it, marking her there, right as her second orgasm slammed through her.

She screamed this time—shaking, gasping, her cunt fluttering around my soaked fingers, juices dripping down her thighs and onto my lap.

She was wrecked. Beautifully, completely wrecked.

But so was I.

My cock was throbbing, aching, ready to fucking burst, but I didn’t care.

All I could do was stare at her.

She was still trembling in my arms, her chest rising and falling against mine like she couldn’t catch her breath. I held her there, fingers still wet with her release, heart thundering as if I’d run a goddamn marathon.

But when she looked up at me... That look.

Soft. Fragile. So open I could barely stand it.

Like she was letting me see every ache she’d been carrying. Every lonely night. Every whispered memory of us that had lived inside her chest when we were apart.

My heart twisted. Jumped. Ached.

"Aria," I whispered, brushing my knuckles over her cheek.