Sweet Hatred
Chapter 45: Deeper (18+)

Chapter 45: Deeper (18+)

Aria

My body was still trembling, barely recovering from the ruthless way Kael had wrung pleasure from me. My breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, my thighs still quivering, but Kael wasn’t done. Not even close.

I barely had the strength to lift my head, but when I did, my gaze landed on him—on the sight of him rolling on a condom with slow, precise movements, his fingers stretching the material over the terrifying size of him.

I didn’t think I had taken anyone ever that big. My stomach tightened at the wicked gleam in his eyes, the sheer hunger that darkened them as he dragged me closer.

I swallowed hard. He looked... feral. A chill crawled down my spine. He was really trying to ruin me.

My pulse pounded as he reached for me, one large hand wrapping around my nape. He leaned in, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, consuming kiss. His hot tongue plunged inside, stealing my breath, stealing my thoughts—until all I could do was whimper into him. His grip tightened, holding my head in place as he devoured me completely. I was drowning in him, in his heat, in the way he pulled me deeper into his dominance.

Dear god, this was the man I was supposed to hate. And I did. Happily. But—

The head of his dick pressed against my entrance, and I jerked instinctively, but Kael’s other hand was already on my hip, keeping me in place.

"Relax sweetheart." he murmured against my lips, his voice low and velvety. "I know you can take me well."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, but it did nothing to slow my pounding heart. I bit my lower lip as he pushed forward, my walls stretching inch by inch around him. A sharp gasp escaped me as my body fought to adjust, the overwhelming fullness sending a shiver up my spine.

I tried to look down, to see how much of him I was taking, but Kael’s fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. His eyes burned into me, filled with dark amusement and something else—something far more dangerous.

"Eyes on me." His voice was nothing but a low command, one I couldn’t disobey.

Another inch of his hard cock. Another stretch inside me. The pressure built, shuffling between pain and pleasure, and when he pushed deeper, my hands shot out desperately, pressing against his abs to stop him.

He caught my wrists in one swift movement, dragging them above my head. "No," he murmured darkly. "You don’t get to stop me now."

"Wait—" My breath hitched as he pinned my arms down, spreading my thighs further apart with his other hand. I winced as he forced me to take more, my body arching involuntarily. He was too much. Too thick. But I loved it. My legs trembled beneath his grip, but there was nowhere to run. No escape.

And then, with one brutal thrust, he seated himself fully inside me or so I hoped.

A choked whimper ripped from my throat.

Kael let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on my wrists tightening. His jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as he stilled inside me, his body trembling slightly from restraint. His head dipped, his lips pressing against my forehead, my temple, my cheek—soothing kisses that only made the moment more overwhelming.

"Fuck, Aria," he muttered, his voice strained. "You’re squeezing me so much."

I gasped, barely able to breathe, barely able to think past the fullness. He was splitting me open, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. I could feel every inch of him, pulsating and hot inside me.

"Breathe, Firefly," he rasped, kissing my cheek again, then my jaw. "You feel so damn good."

I did as he said, inhaling shakily, but it didn’t help. My body was too overwhelmed, too consumed by his presence, by the way he filled every part of me.

Then, he moved.

A slow pull, then a deep, deliberate thrust. My back arched off the bed as a sharp moan tore from my lips, my body unable to hold it in.

Kael chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against my ear. "Don’t hold back firefly," he taunted. "I want to hear you."

Heat surged through me, but I clenched my jaw, trying to fight against the pleasure. "Shut up," I bit out weakly.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips. "Make me."

Then he pulled back and thrust again—harder, deeper.

A strangled cry left me, my legs trembling beneath him, but he didn’t stop. His grip on my hips tightened, keeping me pinned down as he set a slow but ruthless pace.

I was drowning in pleasure, my senses unraveling with every roll of his hips, every mercilessly thrust. My body tried to resist, tried to hold onto something—anything—but Kael was relentless. He didn’t give me a chance to fight. Didn’t give me a chance to think.

He pulled back again, letting the hot entrance of his cock rub against me, teasing me with every slow, deliberate movement. The friction sent a sharp wave of pleasure up my spine, making my breath hitch. Then he pushed back in, stretching me, making sure I molded to him—shaping me to fit him alone.

And then—

"I’m done playing nice, Firefly."

The words sent another violent shiver down my back. Kael’s green eyes darkened, the black swallowing the emerald almost completely, and then he moved. His grip tightened, fingers digging deeper into my hips as he pulled me into him, each thrust deeper, rougher, harder—his control finally snapping.

I couldn’t breathe. The pace, the force—everything was too much, yet not enough. My cries filled the room, broken and breathless, mixing with the deep, guttural grunts Kael let out. He was relentless, merciless, his cock slamming into me over and over, hitting that devastating spot that sent white-hot pleasure spiraling through my body.

My hands clawed at the sheets, at his arms, anywhere I could find a damn grip, but he didn’t let up. If anything, he only became rougher, dragging me back onto him with each thrust, as if he couldn’t get deep enough. My body shook violently, my stomach tightening, the pleasure reaching an unbearable peak.

"Kael—" My voice was a weak, shattered plea, but it was too late.

A sudden, intense wave crashed over me, sending my body into a fit of uncontrollable tremors. A loud moan tore from my throat as I shattered, my walls clamping down so hard around him that Kael groaned, his hands gripping me even tighter. I barely had time to recover before another wave hit—liquid pleasure flooding between us as I came so hard I felt myself break apart entirely.

"Fuck," Kael gritted out, and before I could even register it, his lips were on mine, swallowing my moans, my ragged gasps. He drank me in, his mouth owning mine just as completely as his body did. His pace barely faltered, his cock still driving into me, still wringing every ounce of pleasure from me as my body shook, helpless against the relentless onslaught.

I had nothing left. My limbs were weak, my mind hazy, but Kael wasn’t done. Not yet.

He pulled his cock back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breaths ragged. His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something wickedly amused. "You think I’m done with you, Firefly?"

I barely had time to react before he flipped me onto my stomach, pressing me down with his weight, pinning me beneath him. His lips traced along my spine, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he positioned himself again, brushing on my back hair aside, and I knew—Kael was about to ruin me all over again.

He had me on my stomach, completely trapped under him, his body pressing me down into the mattress, leaving me nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

He was deep, merciless, making me feel every inch of him as he drove into me, his hands gripping my wrists behind my back like shackles. Each thrust sent fire licking up my spine, making my body quake, my moans muffled against the sheets until he reached down, grabbing my chin and pulling my face to the side.

"Let me hear you, firefly," he rasped against my ear, his voice dark, thick with desire. "Don’t go getting shy on me now."

The fucking bastard—

I was far from shy. I was unraveling, my body lost in the pleasure, my legs shaking as he took me apart piece by piece. My fingers curled in my back, desperate for something to clutch, but he gave me no reprieve. His hips slammed against me, deep and brutal, his movements rougher, more claiming.

Then, his teeth grazed my shoulder before sinking in, a sharp sting that sent a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. I gasped, my walls squeezing around him as his tongue flicked over the mark, soothing the bite. A possessive growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my skin.

"That’s it," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You were struggling before, but now look at you... taking me so well, squeezing me like you never want me to stop."

"You... piece... of shit." A whimper left my lips, my body betraying me, pushing back against him instinctively, desperate for more. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming brutal, punishing.

"You hate me, don’t you Aria?" His voice was filled with dark amusement. "But you also can’t stop arching your back for more."

I wanted to snap back, to deny it, but all that came out was a broken moan as pleasure coiled tightly in my stomach. Kael chuckled, clearly satisfied, before his hand slid lower, teasing, pressing, rubbing, driving me straight to the edge.

"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice rough, primal.

And shamelessly, my body obeyed.

I shattered, my pussy clenching harder than it ever did in my life, my cries filling the room as he pushed me into oblivion, my mind going blank, my body completely at his mercy. But Kael wasn’t finished.

He groaned lowly, feeling me pulse around him, and before I could recover, he drove into me again, chasing his own release, making sure I felt every last ounce of his hunger for me.

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