Sweet Hatred Chapter 241: ... letting you out of my sight." 18

I didn’t know how long we sat like that.

Maybe minutes. Maybe hours.

Ti stopped mattering the second he wrapped around like that. Like he was trying to protect from everything, even myself.

I felt his breath brush the side of my neck again.

Hot and steady.

His fingers still resting on my skin beneath the shirt, now drawing soft, slow circles that lit tiny sparks across my abdon. I didn’t an to shift my legs... but I did. I didn’t an to press my thighs together... but I needed to.

The silence thickened. Grew heavy. Our breaths mingled.

And when I turned my head, just a little, his nose brushed mine.

Kael didn’t speak. He just stared.

Those green eyes.

Sharp. Dull. Brilliant. Tired. Dangerous.

He looked like a man standing at the edge of himself, and I suddenly wanted to be the one who pulled him back.

"I should move," I whispered, but made no attempt to.

"Don’t," he murmured. His lips didn’t move much, but his breath ward my cheek.

His hands slid higher, slowly, reverently, beneath the shirt I wore. Over my ribs. Past my stomach. Not groping. Not grabbing.

Just feeling.

Like he was trying to morize my shape again.

To remind himself that I was real.

I let my eyes flutter shut. My body lted against his chest.

And then I felt it. The faintest press of his lips behind my ear.

Soft. Careful. Like he was asking without words. My breath hitched. I tilted my head back to look at him, to really see him.

And that was all the invitation he needed. His lips found mine. Not furious. Not possessive like earlier.

This ti, it was slow. Tender. Painfully slow.

His fingers moved from beneath the shirt to cup my jaw, turning fully to him as he deepened the kiss. Our mouths moved like we were trying to relearn each other. Tongues brushing. Breaths stolen. The softest moans slipping between us like secrets too sweet to say aloud.

I reached back and tangled my fingers into his hair.

He groaned. And I felt it. All of him. Pressing against from behind.

Thick. Hard. Hot.

He wasn’t in a hurry. That was the worst part. He was taking his ti. When his hands moved again, they weren’t shaky. They were precise.

He peeled the shirt off .

One shoulder at a ti.

Kissed the dip of my collarbone. The center of my spine. I was fire. I was lting.

I turned in his arms, facing him now, legs straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips as I pressed onto him. His hands gripped my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forehead pressed to his, lips barely brushing.

Our hearts thundered together. He leaned in again, voice low, raw, against my lips.

"Stay here with tonight. Just like this."

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My mouth found his again. And this ti, we kissed like the world had finally shut the hell up.

After a few minutes, Kael shifted. Gently. Deliberately.

His hands slid under my thighs, lifting with ease as he stood from the edge of the bed, holding against him. My legs locked tighter around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders, forehead pressed to his. He didn’t look away, not even for a second, as he carried to the center of the bed and laid down like I was sothing fragile.

Sothing precious.

He hovered above , his breath brushing over my lips.

And then his voice, low, rough, dangerous, slid down my spine like thunder.

"I’ve been letting you out of my sight," he whispered. "Letting you slip through cracks, walk away when you needed space..."

His mouth found my jaw. Kissed it.

Then lower.

"...but not anymore."

He kissed my neck. My collarbone. My sternum.

Slow. Deep. Claiming.

"You don’t get to disappear from anymore, Aria."

My heart pounded. My thighs instinctively squeezed around his hips as his mouth moved lower, as his hands pushed the shirt fully off my body, exposing every inch of to him.

To this.

Kael sat back on his heels for a mont, holding one leg up on his shoulder and kissing my ankle. His eyes were dark and unreadable, trailing over my naked form like he was starving for it. But it wasn’t hunger in the way I expected. It was reverence.

Like he was morizing the exact way I unraveled beneath him.

And then...

He moved lower.

Kissed the curve of my breast, then lower still. My stomach. My hips. My inner thighs.

Slow. Dragging. Breathless. He didn’t rush. Didn’t grope or demand.

He parted my legs gently with those large rough hands, then leaned in between them, settling like a man who’d found his favorite place in the entire goddamn world.

My breath stopped. His lips hovered.

And then he looked up at , eyes gleaming, voice husky.

"I want to learn you again," he mumured. "Every sound you make. Every way you fall apart."

My fingers clutched the sheets.

And then...

His tongue slid down my wetness.

Softly. One long, slow stroke along my pussy that made my hips jolt.

Then another.

He took his ti. No teasing. No gas. Just pure focus and worship.

His hands gripped my thighs and held open, his lips and tongue moving between my folds, circling my swollen clit with slow, devastating precision. He didn’t rush to make cum. He built it as he kissed every part of softly. Like I was holy and he was unworthy and he’d spend his life trying to deserve .

My back arched. My fingers dove into his hair as my mouth fell open in breathless moans. My hips greedily rolled towards him, looking for more.

"Kael—"

He moaned against , that low, deep rumble that vibrated straight through my core and it was so much. Too much. Not enough.

He flicked. Licked. Sucked.

Every motion of his mouth perfect. Every pause deliberate as I grounded against his face.

Until my thighs started to tremble and I felt it build, tight, hot, unbearable. My moans spilled out like I’d been holding them in for years.