Sweet Hatred
Chapter 174: Mine. Mine. Mine. r18

Chapter 174: Mine. Mine. Mine. r18

She felt it in the way I bit her fingers. In the way I slammed into her so deep I could feel her belly tighten beneath me. In the sound that echoed from my throat every time she cried out my name like she belonged to me.

And she did. God, she did.

Even if the world turned against us, even if it all burned,

She was mine.

And I’d destroy everything before I let anyone take her from me again.

Her walls clenched around me, hot and tight and fucking perfect, sucking me in like she didn’t want to let go. Like she needed me just as much as I needed her.

She gasped, breathless, as every thrust got deeper, more desperate.

"You’re made for me," I groaned into her neck, thrusting deeper. "Every single part of you—made for me."

"It’s—too—much—" she managed to wrung out before another helpless moan slipped from her tongue.

"You’re so tight, Aria," I breathed. "So fucking perfect."

She cried out again, louder this time, her stomach arching off the bed as her pussy clenched around me, and I felt her coming, rippling around me, squeezing so tight I nearly blacked out.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing mine, every part of me desperate to stay inside her. Her skin was flushed, ass bouncing perfectly against my body, back red and glistening, begging to be bitten...

So I did. I sank my teeth into her back and came with a broken sound, grinding into her as I spilled deep inside her, her name a wrecked whisper on my tongue.

Aria. Aria. Aria.

I wanted to keep her. Hide her away. Lock her in my bed and never let her leave. Let no one else touch her, see her, breathe her in like this.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

She was trembling under me, gasping like she couldn’t catch her breath, her body clenching down so tight around me I saw stars.

But I needed to see her.

Not like this, not from behind, not just her moans and her back and her soaked thighs.

I needed to see her face.

I pulled out, slowly, dragging through every flutter of her soaked, overstimulated cunt and she let out the softest, broken whimper.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her down to the edge of the bed where I could spread her legs apart with my knees, her thighs trembling around me.

Her hair was wild on the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed. There were little tears at the corners of her eyes from how hard I’d taken her and still, she looked at me like I hung the fucking moon.

My hands gripped the backs of her knees and I dragged her closer, inch by inch, until her heat brushed against me again and I could slide back inside.

Fuck.

We both moaned, deep in our throats.

Her arms wrapped around me, nails digging into my back like she couldn’t stand the thought of not having me closer.

I pushed in slow this time.

Every inch.

Every goddamn inch of me, thick and hard and leaking, buried inside her cunt that clenched around me like it never wanted to let me go.

We didn’t move at first.

We just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, skin against skin, sweat and breath mingling between kisses that were too soft for what we were doing, too tender for how messy this was.

But it wasn’t just sex anymore.

It was her.

It was always her.

I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, my cock twitching inside her with every shallow pulse of her body around me.

"I don’t think I know how to stop," I whispered, voice shaking. "Not when it’s you."

She didn’t answer. She just kissed the side of my face, her fingers sliding into my hair, and it shattered me.

I started moving again. Slow, deep, intimate.

Our bodies rocked together like we were melting into one thing, wet, aching, desperate.

She clung to me.

I clung back harder.

Every stroke inside her made something inside my chest tighten. Something dangerous. Something real.

"I want all of you," I whispered, forehead pressed to hers. "Not just like this. Always."

Her breath hitched.

"I want to ruin you for every other man. I want to own every fucking sound that comes out of your mouth. I want to be the only one you dream about when you close your eyes."

"Kael," she gasped.

My name never sounded so sacred.

I kissed her again, messy, open-mouthed, starving.

And then I couldn’t hold back.

I drove in deeper, hips snapping forward as I felt her walls clench around me so tight it was almost painful. My thrusts grew faster, harder, but still wrapped in this raw, aching need. My release built like fire in my spine.

"Aria—fuck—I’m gonna—"

"Do it," she moaned. "Please—"

That was all it took.

With a guttural sound, I slammed deep one last time and spilled into her, twitching hard as I emptied everything inside her, hot, thick, endless.

But I didn’t pull out.

I couldn’t.

I held her tighter, buried in her, her body gripping me so lovingly it broke something open inside my fucking soul.

She cupped my face.

And I knew.

I’d never survive losing her.

Not this time.

It was close to an hour later, and she was still trembling beneath me, her body tired and damp with sweat, legs twitching with aftershocks I’d pulled out of her over and over again. Her cheek was pressed to the pillow, her breathing uneven, hair fanned across the mattress like the aftermath of a storm I never wanted to escape from.

I laid beside her, fingers gently trailing down her spine. Her skin was hot to the touch. Beautiful. She was so fucked out she couldn’t even speak, just little whimpers and sleepy sighs escaping her lips every now and then like music only I could hear.

A soft knock came at the door.

"The cake, sir," came a voice from the other side. "Shall I leave it in the sitting area?"

I blinked, remembering. The damn cake, if I recalled my request correctly.

"Yeah," I called, not wanting them to see even a hint of what was happening in this room. "Leave it out there."

"Yes, sir."

I turned back to her. Aria. My undoing.

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