Sweet Hatred Chapter 242: Thirty minutes 18

KAEL

I hadn’t even gotten my fill.

Not yet.

Aria’s thighs trembled as I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, like my body knew better than to rush this. Her heat sucked In with every pulse of her hips, every desperate gasp from her pretty mouth.

"Fuck—" I hissed between gritted teeth, forehead dropping to hers as I buried my cock in her all the way in.

God. She felt good. Too good.

Her pussy clenched around like a vice, like her body was trying to milk dry before I even got started. My arms shook from holding myself still, fighting the urge to lose it like so undisciplined bastard. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, her legs locked around my hips, her hands clawing into my back.

"You feel too good, Aria," I moaned against her mouth. "And I’m not leaving you ever."

Her eyes were teary. Her lips swollen. Her body arched to et mine like she wanted to swallow whole.

And I was ready to let her.

But just as I pulled back to thrust again, slow and deep, my phone buzzed across the room.

Once.

Twice.

Then steady. Persistent.

Aria turned her head toward the sound, breathless. "Kael-" she panted. "You need to get that-"

"No." My voice was sharp. Instant. I pinned her wrists above her head and thrust deep, making her cry out beneath .

"But what if it’s-"

"It is." My jaw clenched. "I know who it is."

Her walls squeezed again, tighter this ti, and I had to shut my eyes for a second just to keep from finishing right then and there. Fuck, she was too good. Too hot. Too soft. Too wrapped around like she was made to ruin .

"Kael... pull out," she whispered, trying to shift beneath . "Please, just..."

I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at .

"Don’t ever ask to pull out when I’m inside you like this."

Her breath hitched.

And I reached for the phone without leaving her body.

I stayed buried in her, cock throbbing, hips locked in place as I pressed the call to my ear, my free hand still holding her jaw, keeping her gaze on .

"Niko," I rasped.

Aria squird under , but she was moaning now, her walls fluttering around , and it was taking everything in not to slam into her while on this fucking call.

"Just like you suspected, we caught two intruders," Niko’s voice ca through, calm but sharp. "they were trying to breach the island periter. Facial match confirms both were involved with the vice president’s shooting. Ard. One wounded."

I growled low in my chest, breathing ragged.

Aria whimpered beneath .

"What do you want us to do?" Niko asked.

I glanced down.

Her eyes were begging. Her nails scraped my arms. Her body was drenched, not just in sweat, but need.

She looked ruined.

Beautiful.

Mine.

"Strip them," I said coldly into the phone. "Secure them. No interrogation until I get there."

"Copy that."

"Thirty minutes," I added. "Then I’m coming to finish it."

I didn’t wait for a reply before ending the call and tossing the phone aside.

Then I looked down at her.

"Now where the fuck were we?"

Aria barely got the breath to answer.

So I pulled out slowly, just until the tip teased her entrance, then slamd back in, hard and deep, swallowing her gasp with my mouth.

I didn’t give her a chance to recover.

The second that phone hit the floor, I was back to being buried inside her, hard, deep, and unforgiving. Her body took it like she was starved for it, clinging to , gasping, sobbing through her moans like I was breaking sothing open inside her that hadn’t been touched in years.

"Fuck-" she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. Her voice was barely a whisper, a plea, a surrender.

I gripped her wrists again, pinning them above her head as I drove into her, again and again and again. The sound of skin eting skin filled the room. Her body arched off the bed, her legs wrapped around my hips, her mouth open and eyes rolling back.

She was close. So close.

I could feel her tightening, pulsing around with every stroke. Her thighs trembled. Her walls gripped .

And then I lost it.

The first orgasm hit like a fucking freight train, hot, fast, and devastating. I groaned low against her neck, grinding deeper as I spilled into her, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I kept fucking her, kept pounding into her with slow, brutal rhythm while she gasped beneath .

My grip softened but didn’t let go.

"Kael, I—I can’t—" she whimpered, writhing under .

She squird, hips twisting, breath ragged and panicked with pleasure. Her hand slipped free from my grip, palm against my chest, trying to push away.

I almost pulled back.

But then she ca.

Her whole body arched, tensed, shook. She scread a curse or two, thighs twitching, her eyes wide and unfocused as her orgasm tore through her like a storm.

She squirted, helplessly, her release coating my thighs, her chest heaving as she collapsed back against the sheets, utterly undone.

I watched her.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t say a word.

I let her co down. Let her body soften. Let her breathing steady.

Then I dragged her up, pulled her into like she belonged there, because she did, and slid back inside her with a slow, punishing thrust.

She gasped.

I kissed her open mouth.

Groaned into it.

Fucked her deep.

This ti wasn’t savage. This ti was intimate. My mouth moved with hers as I moved inside her, slow, steady, as deep as I could go, our lips locked, our breath shared.

Her legs trembled again. Her hands fisted the sheets.

And when I ca again, buried deep, groaning into her mouth like she was the only god I prayed to, it felt like absolution. Like I emptied every dark thing inside into her, and she took it. Held it. Kept it safe.

But I wasn’t finished.