Sweet Hatred Chapter 173: "You’re mine" r18

She didn’t say a word.

She just leaned in and kissed .

It wasn’t wild. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, tender, the kind of kiss that made ti blur around us. Her mouth moved with a quiet desperation, like she needed to feel all of just to breathe again.

And then I felt it.

Her hands, slipping down.

Fumbling at my belt like before.

I broke the kiss, panting. "Hey— you don’t have to—"

"Shut up."

She threw a glare, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was daring to argue. That sa fire that always made insane. That sa mouth that ruined every ti it spit my na like a curse.

I huffed a laugh, helpless against her and let my hands fall back to brace myself behind .

"Jesus," I murmured as she pulled my cock free, fingers wrapping around the base with that delicate, almost curious grip.

I was throbbing, red at the tip, pulsing, leaking precum that clung to her finger in a slick, glistening strand.

Her eyes glead, mouth twitching into a smirk. "Looks like you’re the one struggling now."

The tip of her finger brushed across the head, saring the precum lazily in slow, teasing circles. I groaned, deep, guttural. My hips jerked into her hand on instinct.

"Fuck... you’re playing dirty," I muttered, leaning in to kiss her again.

Her lips were too smug, so I bit them.

But she wasn’t done with .

Aria pulled back, dragging her panties down with that sa quiet control. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slid her fingers down her pussy, dragging them through the ss I’d made of her, coating them in her cum.

I fucking growled.

And then, she touched .

She stroked my cock with her slick fingers, the warmth and wetness of her coating every inch of . The mont her palm glided over the head, I choked on a moan.

"Fuck—Aria."

It was too much. Too soft. Too wet. Too intimate.

The stroke wasn’t even hard yet, just teasing but it made twitch in her hand like I was barely holding on.

Her fingers squeezed a little tighter. Picked up speed.

And I was unraveling.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered, tilting her head.

I bit my lip, panting against her mouth. "You know it does."

Her strokes grew firr, more purposeful. Every glide made my body tighten. Every twist of her wrist made dizzy. It wasn’t just pleasure, it was her. Her scent, her heat, her eyes on mine like she knew I belonged to her completely.

"it’s been a while since I teased you this way," she said softly, her grip tightening again. "Seeing you like it. Begging. Writhing. On the edge for ."

I let out a slow, ragged laugh, half delirious.

"That would be..." I swallowed hard as her thumb brushed under the head, dragging over that most sensitive spot, "...very punishing."

She smirked, lips brushing mine. "Good."

My hips bucked again, fighting the urge to lose it right there in her hand.

I was close. So close.

But I wasn’t going to let this end with just her hand.

No.

I was going to bury myself so deep inside her she forgot how to breathe.

I was on the edge.

Every stroke of her hand dragged closer to the brink, her wetness all over , her eyes daring to fall apart under her touch. Twice, twice, she slowed down just before I could co, flashing that smug fucking look while my entire body shook.

"Aria—, I’m gonna—" I growled, gripping her hips to steady myself.

But she just leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth with maddening sweetness, then let go of entirely.

I snapped.

One second I was on the edge. The next, I had her in my arms, lifting her and carrying her to the center of the bed like she was a priced possession.

She laughed under her breath, taunting with those wicked eyes, but her voice cut off the mont I pushed her forward, her knees sinking into the mattress. Her back arched perfectly. That gorgeous ass up in the air. Her soaked cunt glistening like a fucking invitation.

My control didn’t just slip.

It shattered.

I gripped her hips, lined myself up behind her and thrust in, hard.

"Fuck—Kael—!" she choked, her whole body lurching forward.

Her walls clenched around so tight I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t stop. The heat of her, the grip of her, the way her body swallowed like it needed , I ca instantly, so violently I nearly blacked out.

But I didn’t soften.

No. I was still rock hard, throbbing deep inside her and I felt a possessive madness take over.

My cum mixed with hers, making every thrust a slick, lewd glide. I pulled back and slamd into her again. And again. Fast. Desperate. Wild.

Rain beat against the windows, thunder cracking in the distance but all I heard was her breathless gasps, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the ragged curses spilling from my own lips.

"F-fuck, you feel like paradise—" I hissed, brushing her hair to the side.

I bent low, pressing a kiss to the delicate curve of her spine. Then another. My lips trailed up her back until I towered over her, one hand snaking around to grab her throat, not tight, just enough to make her feel there.

She turned her head and I kissed her, ssy and hungry.

"You’re mine," I muttered into her mouth. "Mine, Aria."

She whimpered, trying to speak, but it broke into a moan as I slamd into her again, harder this ti—deeper, punishing.

My mind spiraled. For a split second, I imagined soone else seeing her like this. Touching her like this. Making her cry out like this. That thought ripped through like fire.

My rhythm grew brutal.

Her tiny cunt was already fluttering around , struggling to take the pace. She tried to brace herself, tried to push against my stomach like it was too much but I caught her hand midair.

I dragged her fingers into my mouth.

Sucked them slowly.

Deep.

And said with a low and feral voice, "Don’t ever let another man touch you like this. Not ever."

I didn’t say what I’d do if soone tried. I didn’t need to.