Sweet Hatred Chapter 84: I want to eat you up (18 )

KAEL

She fucking broke.

Right in my hands—legs trembling, body convulsing, soaking the hell out of both of us.

I didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. I just stared down at her, panting, wrecked, and leaking all over ... and all I could think was—

Mine.

Every drop. Every quiver. Every twitch of her thighs around . Mine.

I was still inside her. Still hard. Still twitching with the need to fuck her through the mattress. And fuck, the way her pussy gripped even after she’d cum? It was like she was begging for more without saying a damn word. Like her body was still hungry for , even if her brain had tapped out.

And I couldn’t fucking breathe.

I should’ve let her catch her breath. Should’ve let her have her little victory. But instead... I shifted my hips and sank deeper into that soaked, ruined heat.

She whimpered. And it was the prettiest fucking sound I’d ever heard.

My mouth hovered just above hers. I watched her golden eyes flutter—half-lidded, dazed, completely vulnerable. But the second I moved again, grinding into her slowly, deeply, those eyes rolled back, her lips parting on a gasp.

I couldn’t stop myself from smirking.

"You squirted all over ," I murmured, my voice low and dark and way too calm for how close I was to losing it. "You like teasing so much, huh? That little mouth of yours... thinking you had control."

I dragged my nose along her cheek. "But look at you now. All ssy and shaking for ."

And fuck, I hated how turned on I still was. How much I liked it when she blindfolded . Took the lead. Teased the hell out of until I was a breath away from losing my goddamn mind.

No one had ever done that to before. No one had dared.

She didn’t even understand what she’d unlocked in by doing that. By touching like I was hers. By looking up at with that filthy little mouth wrapped around my cock like she knew I’d fall apart and couldn’t do shit about it.

I’d let her do it. I’d let her win. But only for a mont.

And now? Now I was going to take everything back. Or... at least that’s what I told myself.

Because truth was, I hadn’t stopped shaking since the second she blindfolded .

That damn silk wrapped around my eyes had made my skin burn in ways I couldn’t explain. I hated not seeing her. Hated not knowing when her mouth would touch again. Hated how every slow, wet lick made my thighs twitch and my fists clench uselessly at my sides.

But I’d never been harder in my life. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to .

She had under her thumb and I let her. I let her hum around my cock. Let her look up at like that. Let her edge until I thought I’d explode just from the sound of her breathing.

I should’ve hated it. I should’ve stopped it. But I didn’t.

Because sowhere between her sucking the soul out of and whispering "stay still," sothing snapped in . And not in the way I was used to.

It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just heat. It was need. Like... real fucking need.

And that scared more than anything else. Because Aria wasn’t just ruining my control. She was ruining .

I stared down at her, all flushed and trembling, her lips swollen and glistening, chest heaving with every shaky breath she dragged in.

Mine.

Every inch of her was mine.

And she fucking knew it.

But instead of begging, she still smirked up at , like she hadn’t just been shaking a second ago. Like she hadn’t nearly sobbed my na when I pounded her into the mattress.

God, this woman.

My jaw clenched. My grip bruised. And I couldn’t help it—I dipped lower, brushing my lips along the curve of her jaw, to her ear, dragging my voice right into her skin.

"I want to eat you up Aria," I whispered, my voice thick with breath and heat. "I want to consu you. All your rage. All your fucking fire. Until there’s nothing left."

Her breath hitched.

I felt it—her thighs clenching, her fingers curling, her fight flickering like a candle gasping for air.

But she still looked at like she wanted to burn alive.

Perfect.

I kissed the corner of her mouth. Soft. Too soft.

"You think I’m scared of how much I liked what you did to ?" I murmured, tracing my tongue along the shell of her ear. "You think I don’t know what this is doing to ? You made beg, Aria. And now I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you looked with my cock in your mouth."

I pulled back just enough to see her eyes—wide, gleaming, filled with sothing between shock and arousal and that fucking stubborn pride.

"You sound like you want more of that." She smirked, eyes half open .

I smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "You’re going to have to go harder on next ti."

She stared at like she couldn’t believe what I’d just said.

Good.

Because I ant every fucking word.

I gripped her thighs and slamd into her again—deep—watching her entire body jerk beneath .

She gasped, clawed at the sheets. I didn’t stop. Didn’t give her ti to think.

"Fuck," I growled. "You really thought I was gonna let you get away with it, huh?"

Another snap of my hips—harder. She whimpered.

"You blindfold . Tie up. Edge like a fucking toy," I hissed, voice low, like I was whispering secrets right into her skin. "And now you’re looking at like I’m the problem?"

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her moans were broken, frantic, her body arching into mine like she couldn’t decide whether to run or beg for more.

And fuck if that didn’t make throb inside her.

"You made lose control," I grunted, dragging her hips up and slamming in again. "You made want to give it to you. Let you play with . And now?"

I bent low until our mouths were barely a breath apart. My hand snaked up and wrapped around her throat, not tight—just firm. Dominant. Unrelenting.

"Now I’m going to fuck the brat out of you."

She gasped.

Her hands flew to my arms, nails digging into my biceps, and still, I didn’t stop. I was a man possessed. Addicted. Obsessed. Each thrust carved it deeper into my bones.

She was mine.

And I was hers, in ways I was too fucking scared to admit.

I wanted her ruined. Wrecked. Rembering this every ti she touched herself and realized only I could fuck her like this.

And fuck... the way she looked right now—her skin flushed, her lips raw, her pupils blown wide—it almost made break again. I wanted to stop. I wanted to kiss her slow.

But I didn’t.

Because I needed her to feel it.

Every. Single. Inch.

I didn’t know where she ended and I began anymore. Her body was a fucking siren song, and I was crashing into her over and over again, desperate for sothing—anything—to anchor . But the more I took, the more I lost myself.

Her moans were broken now. Feral. My na poured from her lips like it was the only word she knew. And fuck, if that didn’t go straight to my cock.

I should’ve been smug.

I should’ve kept control.

But her cunt was so tight, soaked and pulsing around , dragging the soul out of my body with every grind, every clench.

I stared down at her wrecked face—glossy amber eyes, spit-slick pink lips, flushed cheeks—and my breath hitched.

"You... bastard" Aria murmured between breathless moans.

What the fuck was she doing to ?

I buried my face in her neck, groaning as her thighs locked tighter around my waist.

"You’re going to be the end of ," I whispered, not sure if I ant it as a threat or a confession.

She trembled, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, trying to hold on. But I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t.

My hips slamd into her, dragging out a wet, guttural cry. I should’ve laughed. I should’ve told her I warned you.

But instead, I broke.

And I leaned in closer, my voice a low, deadly promise against her lips.

"I want to strip you down to nothing but trembles and moans firefly," I growled, dragging my teeth along her throat. "Peel back every layer until there’s no fire left—just you, wrecked and mine."

Her eyes went wide. Her lips parted like she wanted to talk back. But she didn’t. Couldn’t. She was unraveling. And I was going to make damn sure she shattered.

Aria’s hands clutched my arms like she was afraid she would fall apart if she let go. And God, maybe she would. Maybe I would too.

Because the way she was squeezing ... dragging deeper with every grip of her tight little cunt...

"Kael," she whimpered, voice cracking, "I... I can’t—"

"I’ve got you," I groaned, not slowing down. "Take it. Just take it, firefly."

Her eyes rolled back. Her nails dug into my flesh, scratching everywhere.

And then she shattered again.

I felt it. The way she locked around , pulling under with her. Wet, tight, convulsing so hard I nearly saw stars. Her scream was breathless, broken—and it fucking undid .

I thrust in once. Twice. And then I was gone.

I groaned against her neck, jaw clenched as I spilled inside her, hips still rocking through it. Hot pulses of cum flooded her, mixing with everything she’d already given . She kept fluttering around , milking dry like her body wanted every last drop.

We stayed like that—fused together, breathless, shaking.

Her legs fell open. My chest collapsed against hers. And in the stillness, I heard it.

The faintest whimper.

"I hate you," she breathed, voice trembling.

I smirked, pressing a kiss to her jaw, tasting salt and sweat and her.

"No, you don’t."

She didn’t answer. She just pulled closer into a hug.