Sweet Hatred Chapter 343: How I missed that r18

She was killing .

Aria straddled in one of my t-shirts, the hem riding up to show the thin line of my briefs on her hips, the ones she’d clearly stolen because they hung beautifully loose on her, clinging to her in all the wrong places. My clothes. On her. Mine.

Her hair was a ss, her lips swollen from my mouth, her breath broken between soft curses and moans that only made grind harder into her. I could feel the heat of her pussy soaking through the thin barrier of fabric, damp against my cock that was straining so hard I thought I’d tear through my underwear.

And the sounds. God, every ti she moved, there was that wet squelch, obscene and desperate, filling the room and gutting from the inside out. It tugged at the self controlled I had.

I kissed her like I was drowning, because I was, taking her mouth with mine, biting her lips, licking her lips when she whimpered.

Aria herself didn’t hold back, she kissed just as hard, moaning into , rolling her hips down to et every thrust I gave her. Every damn grind made her wetter, made harder, made restraint feel like a noose around my neck. I felt like a commoner dreaming of the taste of luxury.

She leaned back slightly, and the shirt slid down one shoulder, baring a strip of skin I couldn’t resist sinking my teeth into. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, but her legs only tightened around , locking in place like she was just as desperate, just as hungry.

And she was smiling. That faint, triumphant smile that told she knew exactly what she was doing to , what kind of monster she was dragging out of .

I was close to snapping completely.

With a low sound in my throat, I flipped her beneath , swallowing her squeal with another taste of her lips. I was everywhere, her mouth, her jaw, her throat, the soft hollow between her collarbones, leaving bites, marking her, claiming every inch of her skin. My hands road without sense, clutching, kneading, trembling with the effort not to tear through the last thin barriers between us.

I pulled back, just to look at her. Aria beneath , sprawled beautifully on the sheets like a painting, my clothes on her body, hers now, my briefs clinging to her wet heat, her legs locked around my waist like chains I didn’t ever want to break. Her chest rose and fell with slow breaths, her lips parted, golden eyes glazed with hunger, and she looked like she was made for .

My cock ached painfully, twitching against her soaked center. Every fiber of scread to bury myself in her, to stay there, to never let go.

I gripped the shirt and pulled it off her body. It ca off her in one swift motion, leaving her bare and flushed beneath . My breathing ragged, my chest heaving as my eyes devoured every inch of her. Possession roared through , drowning whole, terrifying in its intensity but impossible to stop.

She was mine. And I was going to make it known.

My own shirt followed, tossed aside carelessly. The sight that greeted , the perfect roundness of her breasts, rising and falling with shuddered breaths, nearly broke .

I didn’t hesitate. My mouth claid one soft mound, my tongue circling her nipple before I sucked it deep into my mouth. Aria cried out, her back arching, her hands threading in my hair as I lavished her, biting just enough to make her squirm. I switched to the other, dragging my teeth across, then soothing with my tongue, reveling in the way her body trembled for .

I pulled back, lips wet, and replaced my mouth with my hands, squeezing, kneading, thumbing over her sensitive peaks while my attention dropped lower. Her legs twitched as I kissed down her stomach, my tongue tracing a path to the waistband of my briefs she’d stolen.

Fuck.

Her pussy was right there, soaked through the thin fabric, her slick turning the dark material translucent, clinging to her curves in a way that left nothing to the imagination. I could see the outline of her, swollen and needy, dripping like she was begging for without words.

I slid one hand down, pressing two fingers firmly against the damp spot. She gasped, her hips jerking, her thighs instinctively trying to close, only for my arms to pin them open with ease.

"Kael-" she moaned, her voice breaking, and I groaned low in my throat.

I pressed harder, rubbing slow, deliberate circles through the soaked cloth, feeling the pulsating heat of her seeping onto my finger. Every push drew more wetness out of her, her pussy gushing until the fabric clung like a second skin. My cock throbbed painfully, but I ignored it. I wanted to drown in her first.

I lowered my head, my tongue flicking out to taste her through the fabric. Her flavor hit instantly, sweet, intoxicating, addicting. I licked again, slower, harder, dragging my tongue up the length of her soaked slit, sucking at the damp spot until her hips bucked desperately into my face.

When I finally pulled back, her juices glistened on my lips, her arousal coating down the rest of the fabric. I looked up at her, hair a ss, chest sinking and rising, eyes glassy with lust, and I smirked, my voice rough and unsteady from how bad I wanted her.

"Do you want it, Aria?"

I pressed my fingers harder against her pussy, grinding in slow, torturous strokes and circles, watching her writhe under . My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

"Do you want my mouth, or do you want my cock, because either way, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re begging for more."

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"S-screw you Kael." She glared instead.

Oh. How I missed that.