Sweet Hatred Chapter 345: Every last bit of me r18

ARIA

I knew exactly what I was doing.

The way Kael’s muscles flexed under my hands, the way his jaw clenched like he was physically holding himself together, I loved it. I loved watching the strongest man I knew co undone because of .

So I guided him with my hand, letting the thick head of his pulsing dick press against my entrance. My body betrayed instantly, wet, hot, desperate and I couldn’t stop the sharp moan that tore out of my throat as I let him push just the tip inside.

"Aria..." he groaned, his forehead falling against my shoulder, breath ragged, like my na itself was all that was keeping him grounded.

I bit my lip, grinning wickedly despite the heat burning through , and shifted my hips to nudge him deeper. Slowly. Painfully slow. Until he stretched further, filling my needy cunt in a way that made my legs tremble and my walls clench tight around him like I never wanted to let go.

But then I stopped. Halfway. My body squeezed around him, pulling him in, and Kael went still. Dead still.

The only sound was his breathing, hot and uneven against my neck.

"Kael..." I whispered, teasing again, rocking just a little, savoring the way he groaned helplessly into my skin.

I thought I was winning.

Until he pulled back to look at .

His green eyes were gone. Black. Swallowed whole by sothing raw, sothing terrifying. My pulse stuttered, fear spiking through the haze of lust. What the hell had I unleashed?

"Kael—"

My smirk faltered as his hand gripped my hip, almost bruising, holding still. His voice was low, rough, completely unrecognizable.

"Don’t tempt unless you’re ready to take every last bit of ."

The words sent a shiver straight through .

I opened my mouth to talk, but I didn’t get the chance.

He snapped.

With one hard thrust, he drove all the way inside, burying himself to the end, slamming inside so deep I cried out, clutching at him in shock. My head fell back, mouth open in a strangled moan, body convulsing around him as he finally took what I’d been teasing him with.

And then there was no more teasing. No more control. Only Kael, wild and relentless, devouring whole.

He didn’t move.

I could barely breathe with his dick buried that deep inside , my pussy stretched around him like it was the first ti all over again. My chest heaved against his, every inhale shaky, every exhale broken.

It had been too long. I’d almost forgotten how ruthless Kael’s size could be, how it felt like he was made to split open, claim every inch of until there was nothing left.

"Kael..." I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders, trying to adjust to the sheer fullness pressing against places inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. I was fighting for my life.

He only smiled. That dangerous, sharp-edged smile that promised trouble. His eyes glittered like he was savoring every second of my struggle, like he wanted to feel just how helpless I was under him, how his cock was driving to ruin.

Then he shifted.

A subtle drag, a slow grind of his hips that had his dick nudging deeper, pressing right against that place inside that made my thighs twitch and my nails dig into his back. I gasped, arching against him, every nerve in my body lit on fire.

"Oh God—"

He positioned easily, tilting my hips just enough, angling himself so he could reach even deeper, his cock pulsing inside like it belonged there.

I braced myself, fully expecting him to snap the way he always did. To pound into until I forgot my own na.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Kael stayed there. Buried inside , stretching , torturing with no movent. His weight pressed into the mattress, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered low, almost mocking...

"Forgotten already, Aria? How it feels to have this deep?"

I could barely form any words. I was too far gone, trying to survive him.

And only then... only when I thought I’d combust from the waiting... did he finally start to move.

Slowly.

Excruciatingly slow.

Each slide of his manhood in and out of was a tease, each push back in deliberate, controlled, like he was savoring the way my body clenched around him, greedy for more.

I could barely take it. My moans spilled out unrestrained, my legs shaking as I held on to him, begging without words for him to just lose control.

Every slow thrust was maddening, dragging closer to insanity. I tried to move against him, to take more, but Kael’s grip on my hips was iron. He controlled everything. Every push, every pull, every delicious stretch inside that made my body weep for more.

"Kael, please—" My voice broke, more of a whimper than words.

And maybe that was what did it.

Because suddenly his control shattered.

He slamd into , hard enough that the bedfra rattled, his breath coming rough and ragged in my ear. My body scread at the sudden brutality, but God, I needed it... I needed him. Each stroke was deeper, rougher, the sound of skin and wetness filling the room until it was all I could hear.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back, every cry torn straight from my chest. He was trying, trying to hold back, to be careful, but Kael Roman was never careful. Not when it ca to .

His pace built until my body couldn’t keep up, until I was sobbing his na, until Kael Roman buried himself so deep it felt like he was staking his claim inside . And then with a low, guttural sound, he ca hot, hard, spilling into until I felt full to bursting.

I thought he’d stop.

I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d get a mont to breathe.

But then again, what was a break to Kael?

It didn’t exist in his world.