Sweet Hatred Chapter 346: Beast r18

Because he didn’t even soften. I felt him twitch inside , swelling even harder, and then he started again.

Pumping into with his release still spilling between us.

It was filthy. It was insane. It was Kael.

And as my legs shook and my body trembled from overstimulation, I realized with a mix of dread and ecstasy... I was going to be here all night.

Just like I hoped.

I had barely recovered from the first wave of orgasm when Kael dragged back under.

His weight pinned down as he pushed my legs higher against his chest, every thrust driving deeper than before, leaving gasping and clinging to the sheets. The stretch was overwhelming, my body shifting to et him, but the way he held my hips so firmly, so possessively, made lt into the bed and give in completely.

His body pressed deeper into the mattress, his hips relentless, every thrust shoving further apart until my thighs ached, until I couldn’t even think. He didn’t let breathe, didn’t let escape... his need for was bottomless, consuming.

When I whimpered, trying to shield my face with my hands from the obscene ss of moans spilling from , he caught instantly. He tore my hands away and pinned them above my head. Our fingers interlocked on one hand as he lowered his weight until his chest pressed to mine, caging completely.

"Don’t hide from " he groaned, grabbing my face with his other hand so I had no choice but to et his eyes as he slid in and out of with a torturous pace.

I thought I’d find triumph there, that dangerous smirk he always wore when he had begging. Instead, what stared back at gutted .

His expression was raw. Bare. Almost sad.

Even so, every thrust went deeper, almost unbearably so, stealing the breath from my lungs as he held my gaze. I gasped, voice breaking, "Kael, it’s too deep—"

But he swallowed the words with a kiss.

It wasn’t like the other kisses. This wasn’t hunger or dominance. It was desperate, trembling, as if he thought I might disappear if he let go.

And then, his lips brushing my throat, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, he whispered.

Not the dirty talk I expected. Not the taunting I thought he’d pour into to break apart even further.

But three words that tore open in a different way entirely.

"I love you Aria. I really do."

It was choked, reverent, almost broken, like a confession he’d been holding back all his life, forced out by the way I latched on to him, the way my body welcod every wicked push of his.

"I know." I whispered back. " I love you too Kael."

Tears stung my eyes as I tightened my legs around him, dragging him deeper, answering him the only way I could in that mont by giving him all of , again and again, until neither of us could tell where we were again.

And Kael... God, Kael sounded like he was the one being split open, like he couldn’t take enough, couldn’t bury himself deep enough, no matter how many tis he filled .

There was no end. Just him, pinning harder, spreading wider, holding like I was his last breath, whispering those words into my skin until I was undone.

Until I knew he’d never let go.

And he didn’t let go.

He stayed buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine, his hand cradling my face like I was glass. His hips slowed, grinding instead of slamming, sliding in and out of with excruciating control.

And I felt it—God, I felt everything.

Every stroke was deliberate, every movent carrying all the words he couldn’t say without his voice breaking. I could feel the I love you in the way he held , in the way his eyes burned into mine, in the way his thumb brushed the tears from my cheek as his length dragged against every tender, swollen part of .

I felt the electrifying wave of pleasure hitting again, my back arching, nails scratching at his shoulders as my release tore through like I was being lit on fire from the inside out. My body clenched and pulsed around him, and Kael cursed, his mouth crashing into mine as he lost the last of his restraint.

His thrusts turned frantic, desperate, before he spilled into again, groaning into my mouth, clutching like I was all he had left in this world.

I was limp after, boneless in his arms, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I thought for the second ti that he’d let rest this ti.

But Kael is a beast.

He rolled us effortlessly, pulling on top of him. My head dropped onto his chest, still reeling, but his lips were already on again... biting at my neck, sucking marks into my skin, kissing like a man starved. His hands slid down, cupping my ass, spreading open shalessly while I whimpered against his mouth.

Then I felt it—him, hard again, pressing insistently against my soaked entrance.

"Kael," I gasped, half-plea, half-warning.

He only smirked against my lips, his green eyes dark, drunk on . With his grip bruising tight on my ass, he guided himself to my entrance and pushed.

Slow.

Relentless.

Until gravity betrayed and I sank down on his cock inch by inch, my body stretched to its limit all over again.

"You started this." He groaned low.

My head fell back, a broken moan tearing from my throat as he filled completely.

Kael’s eyes never left my face. He drank in every twitch, every bite of my lip, every helpless roll of my hips as I struggled to take all of him inside .

"Fuck," he groaned, voice ragged, hands tightening around as he forced to sit flush against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside . "You look so perfect like this... taking like you were made for it."