Sweet Hatred
Chapter 43: Desperation (18+)

Chapter 43: Desperation (18+)

Chapter 43

My fingers slid under the shirt and found the clasp of her bra, undoing it with effortless precision. The moment the fabric slipped away, her breasts bounced free, full and inviting. A good fucking sight for sore eyes.

A low growl rumbled in my chest as I took one into my mouth, circling my tongue around her hardened nipple before sucking deep. A sharp gasp escaped her, her body arching, fingers digging into the cold countertop in a feeble attempt to steady herself.

I chuckled against her skin, the vibrations making her shudder. "So sensitive aren’t you," I murmured, my lips brushing over to her other breast.

My hand kneaded the softness of the first, my thumb flicking over her slick peak, while my tongue worked the other into submission. She tried to hold back, tried to suppress the sounds threatening to spill from her lips, but I could hear it—the quiet, needy whimpers breaking through the cracks of her resistance.

She was melting, unraveling, and I wanted more.

Her glare burned through the haze of lust between us, but I only smirked. I could see it—the way her pupils dilated, how her chest heaved, how she clenched her thighs around me like she could stop what was already happening.

I pushed her skirt up completely, the fabric sitting at her waist, exposing the wine-red lace hugging her curves. The moment my eyes landed on the damp spot between her legs, my cock twitched hard against my slacks.

"You’re so damn cute when you try to fight it." My voice dropped to something darker, rougher.

She opened her mouth, ready to spit fire, but I didn’t give her the chance. I grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her close and spreading her open on the counter with her legs slung over my shoulders in the air as I dropped my head before her.

The sound of shattered glass erupted in the ktichen but I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered at the moment. My elbows rested on the hard surface for support. The sight of her, flushed and breathless, made my control slip another inch.

My thumb traced along her soaked lace, pressing lightly against her aching clit. A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her back arching off the counter. I grinned against her skin, my breath hot as I let my tongue trace just above the barrier of fabric.

"Already this wet for me firefly?" I murmured, running my fingers along her slit, feeling how her body clenched in anticipation.

She sucked in a breath, her nails scraping against my scalp. "Shut up, Kael."

Her thighs trembled as I dipped my head lower, lips grazing the inside of her knee before trailing down, slower this time, letting her anticipation simmer. My teeth scraped over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she jerked beneath me, her nails digging into the counter, itching for my skin instead.

Still, I didn’t touch her where she needed me most.

"Kael," she gritted out, a warning laced with frustration.

I grinned against her skin. "Be patient, firefly. You’ll beg soon enough."

I spread her wider, savoring the way she trembled beneath my grip. Every inch of her was mine to claim, and fuck, she knew it.

Her soaked cunt throbbed right in front of me, glistening, aching, but I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. No, she was going to beg for it.

I exhaled against her heat, the ghost of my breath making her shudder. My lips pressed a slow, lingering kiss right against the slick fabric clinging to her aching pussy. Her thighs twitched, trying to close, but I tightened my hold, forcing them further apart.

"Look at you," I murmured, dragging my tongue along the damp lace, slow and teasing. "So desperate, and yet still pretending you’re not."

Aria let out a sharp breath, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight, but I could feel the tension in them. She wasn’t pulling me in—she was fighting the urge to.

I chuckled against her, deliberately pressing my tongue against her slit through the fabric, rubbing slow, lazy circles against her clit with my lips. Another moan spilled from her, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more friction.

"Do you want it, Firefly?" I taunted, my voice dark, low, and edged with amusement.

She sucked in a breath but didn’t answer.

Wrong move.

My fingers dug into her thighs, gripping hard enough to leave prints, forcing her completely open to me. "Answer me."

And then—she laughed. A weak laugh but filled with sting.

The sound was soft, mocking, and when her head lifted, her amber eyes gleamed with challenge.

"You really think you have me wrapped around your finger, huh?" she smirked, voice dripping with defiance.

I tilted my head, resting my head on one thigh, smiling like I had all the time in the world. "Well, don’t I?"

Her expression darkened, her lips parting to spill more venom. "You’re just another body to me, Kael," she whispered, sharp and slow, letting each word cut. "If you think you’re special then you’re fucking delusional."

The amusement in me cracked into something darker. Not anger. No, this was something else—something dangerous, possessive, something primal.

I let out a deep, throaty chuckle, watching as her confidence wavered just slightly.

"God, Firefly," I breathed, reaching down, gripping the soaked lace of her panties. "You’re even better than I hoped for."

Then— My fingers found the edge of her panties, hooked them, and with one sharp pull, the delicate fabric tore apart in my hands, leaving her bare, exposed, soaked.

I didn’t waste a second.

I spread her wider, held her down, and buried my mouth between her thighs.

A strangled moan ripped from her throat, loud, shameless, unrestrained.

My tongue dragged from the bottom of her slit to the top, slow, savoring every drop of her arousal before pressing flat against her clit.

"Fuck—" Her voice cracked, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling now, dragging me closer, but I wasn’t giving in so easily.

My tongue went over her folds, deliberate, slurping up every slickness and pushing deeper. Spit and arousal mixed in a sinful blend as I devoured her. Her thighs trembled, closing in around my head, but I didn’t stop.

I licked her again, slower this time, letting my tongue flick against her sensitive bundle of nerves before pulling away just enough to drive her insane.

Her thighs clamped again around my head, but my grip was stronger. Her back lifted but I pinned her down with one hand against her chest, pressed my tongue deep into her, tasting her, savoring her.

My mouth hovered over her pussy, hot breath making her squirm. Then, with deliberate, excruciating precision, I circled my tongue around her clit, barely touching it, teasing, taunting.

"Kael—" She whimpered, her hips jerking, chasing friction, but I grinned against her heat.

"God you taste so fucking good firefly," I murmured, voice rough, demanding.

Aria’s breath hitched, her body fighting itself—her pride against her need.

I flicked my tongue over her clit again, just enough to send a jolt through her.

Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, her back arching, but still, she held back.

I chuckled, dark and knowing.

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