Sweet Hatred
Chapter 84: I want to eat you up (18+)

Chapter 84: I want to eat you up (18+)

KAEL

She fucking broke.

Right in my hands—legs trembling, body convulsing, soaking the hell out of both of us.

I didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. I just stared down at her, panting, wrecked, and leaking all over me... and all I could think was—

Mine.

Every drop. Every quiver. Every twitch of her thighs around me. Mine.

I was still inside her. Still hard. Still twitching with the need to fuck her through the mattress. And fuck, the way her pussy gripped me even after she’d cum? It was like she was begging for more without saying a damn word. Like her body was still hungry for me, even if her brain had tapped out.

And I couldn’t fucking breathe.

I should’ve let her catch her breath. Should’ve let her have her little victory. But instead... I shifted my hips and sank deeper into that soaked, ruined heat.

She whimpered. And it was the prettiest fucking sound I’d ever heard.

My mouth hovered just above hers. I watched her golden eyes flutter—half-lidded, dazed, completely vulnerable. But the second I moved again, grinding into her slowly, deeply, those eyes rolled back, her lips parting on a gasp.

I couldn’t stop myself from smirking.

"You squirted all over me," I murmured, my voice low and dark and way too calm for how close I was to losing it. "You like teasing so much, huh? That little mouth of yours... thinking you had control."

I dragged my nose along her cheek. "But look at you now. All messy and shaking for me."

And fuck, I hated how turned on I still was. How much I liked it when she blindfolded me. Took the lead. Teased the hell out of me until I was a breath away from losing my goddamn mind.

No one had ever done that to me before. No one had dared.

She didn’t even understand what she’d unlocked in me by doing that. By touching me like I was hers. By looking up at me with that filthy little mouth wrapped around my cock like she knew I’d fall apart and couldn’t do shit about it.

I’d let her do it. I’d let her win. But only for a moment.

And now? Now I was going to take everything back. Or... at least that’s what I told myself.

Because truth was, I hadn’t stopped shaking since the second she blindfolded me.

That damn silk wrapped around my eyes had made my skin burn in ways I couldn’t explain. I hated not seeing her. Hated not knowing when her mouth would touch me again. Hated how every slow, wet lick made my thighs twitch and my fists clench uselessly at my sides.

But I’d never been harder in my life. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me.

She had me under her thumb and I let her. I let her hum around my cock. Let her look up at me like that. Let her edge me until I thought I’d explode just from the sound of her breathing.

I should’ve hated it. I should’ve stopped it. But I didn’t.

Because somewhere between her sucking the soul out of me and whispering "stay still," something snapped in me. And not in the way I was used to.

It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just heat. It was need. Like... real fucking need.

And that scared me more than anything else. Because Aria wasn’t just ruining my control. She was ruining me.

I stared down at her, all flushed and trembling, her lips swollen and glistening, chest heaving with every shaky breath she dragged in.

Mine.

Every inch of her was mine.

And she fucking knew it.

But instead of begging, she still smirked up at me, like she hadn’t just been shaking a second ago. Like she hadn’t nearly sobbed my name when I pounded her into the mattress.

God, this woman.

My jaw clenched. My grip bruised. And I couldn’t help it—I dipped lower, brushing my lips along the curve of her jaw, to her ear, dragging my voice right into her skin.

"I want to eat you up Aria," I whispered, my voice thick with breath and heat. "I want to consume you. All your rage. All your fucking fire. Until there’s nothing left."

Her breath hitched.

I felt it—her thighs clenching, her fingers curling, her fight flickering like a candle gasping for air.

But she still looked at me like she wanted to burn me alive.

Perfect.

I kissed the corner of her mouth. Soft. Too soft.

"You think I’m scared of how much I liked what you did to me?" I murmured, tracing my tongue along the shell of her ear. "You think I don’t know what this is doing to me? You made me beg, Aria. And now I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you looked with my cock in your mouth."

I pulled back just enough to see her eyes—wide, gleaming, filled with something between shock and arousal and that fucking stubborn pride.

"You sound like you want more of that." She smirked, eyes half open .

I smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "You’re going to have to go harder on me next time."

She stared at me like she couldn’t believe what I’d just said.

Good.

Because I meant every fucking word.

I gripped her thighs and slammed into her again—deep—watching her entire body jerk beneath me.

She gasped, clawed at the sheets. I didn’t stop. Didn’t give her time to think.

"Fuck," I growled. "You really thought I was gonna let you get away with it, huh?"

Another snap of my hips—harder. She whimpered.

"You blindfold me. Tie me up. Edge me like a fucking toy," I hissed, voice low, like I was whispering secrets right into her skin. "And now you’re looking at me like I’m the problem?"

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her moans were broken, frantic, her body arching into mine like she couldn’t decide whether to run or beg for more.

And fuck if that didn’t make me throb inside her.

"You made me lose control," I grunted, dragging her hips up and slamming in again. "You made me want to give it to you. Let you play with me. And now?"

I bent low until our mouths were barely a breath apart. My hand snaked up and wrapped around her throat, not tight—just firm. Dominant. Unrelenting.

"Now I’m going to fuck the brat out of you."

She gasped.

Her hands flew to my arms, nails digging into my biceps, and still, I didn’t stop. I was a man possessed. Addicted. Obsessed. Each thrust carved it deeper into my bones.

She was mine.

And I was hers, in ways I was too fucking scared to admit.

I wanted her ruined. Wrecked. Remembering this every time she touched herself and realized only I could fuck her like this.

And fuck... the way she looked right now—her skin flushed, her lips raw, her pupils blown wide—it almost made me break again. I wanted to stop. I wanted to kiss her slow.

But I didn’t.

Because I needed her to feel it.

Every. Single. Inch.

I didn’t know where she ended and I began anymore. Her body was a fucking siren song, and I was crashing into her over and over again, desperate for something—anything—to anchor me. But the more I took, the more I lost myself.

Her moans were broken now. Feral. My name poured from her lips like it was the only word she knew. And fuck, if that didn’t go straight to my cock.

I should’ve been smug.

I should’ve kept control.

But her cunt was so tight, soaked and pulsing around me, dragging the soul out of my body with every grind, every clench.

I stared down at her wrecked face—glossy amber eyes, spit-slick pink lips, flushed cheeks—and my breath hitched.

"You... bastard" Aria murmured between breathless moans.

What the fuck was she doing to me?

I buried my face in her neck, groaning as her thighs locked tighter around my waist.

"You’re going to be the end of me," I whispered, not sure if I meant it as a threat or a confession.

She trembled, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, trying to hold on. But I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t.

My hips slammed into her, dragging out a wet, guttural cry. I should’ve laughed. I should’ve told her I warned you.

But instead, I broke.

And I leaned in closer, my voice a low, deadly promise against her lips.

"I want to strip you down to nothing but trembles and moans firefly," I growled, dragging my teeth along her throat. "Peel back every layer until there’s no fire left—just you, wrecked and mine."

Her eyes went wide. Her lips parted like she wanted to talk back. But she didn’t. Couldn’t. She was unraveling. And I was going to make damn sure she shattered.

Aria’s hands clutched my arms like she was afraid she would fall apart if she let go. And God, maybe she would. Maybe I would too.

Because the way she was squeezing me... dragging me deeper with every grip of her tight little cunt...

"Kael," she whimpered, voice cracking, "I... I can’t—"

"I’ve got you," I groaned, not slowing down. "Take it. Just take it, firefly."

Her eyes rolled back. Her nails dug into my flesh, scratching everywhere.

And then she shattered again.

I felt it. The way she locked around me, pulling me under with her. Wet, tight, convulsing so hard I nearly saw stars. Her scream was breathless, broken—and it fucking undid me.

I thrust in once. Twice. And then I was gone.

I groaned against her neck, jaw clenched as I spilled inside her, hips still rocking through it. Hot pulses of cum flooded her, mixing with everything she’d already given me. She kept fluttering around me, milking me dry like her body wanted every last drop.

We stayed like that—fused together, breathless, shaking.

Her legs fell open. My chest collapsed against hers. And in the stillness, I heard it.

The faintest whimper.

"I hate you," she breathed, voice trembling.

I smirked, pressing a kiss to her jaw, tasting salt and sweat and her.

"No, you don’t."

She didn’t answer. She just pulled me closer into a hug.