Welcome to Hell
Chapter 171
Adrian Kael
He is unconscious.
But that would never be a problem for me.
Never.
I spent nights imagining this moment. Weeks, months, dreaming of
devouring him, possessing him, making him what he was born to be:
mine.
Always mine.
Even unconscious, his body responds to me.
His breathing is irregular and gasping.
His skin burns under my touch, and his muscles contract with every
thrust I make. It doesn’t matter that his eyes are closed; his body
speaks for him, reacting only to me.
I lean over his broad chest, letting my teeth mark his skin, his
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beautiful nipples. I taste the salt, the sweat, the flesh I craved so
much. I close my eyes and enjoy every second of this forbidden
sensation.
It’s like drinking from the fountain of a desire that was consuming
- me.
“You’re perfect, Magnus,” I think, biting harder on his left nipple.
“Made for me.”
His legs, heavy and tired, give way as I fold them. I begin to move fast
inside him, feeling his walls squeeze me. A low sigh escapes his throat, even while he’s out, even unintentionally. The sound vibrates
through me like the sweetest melody.
I let out a muffled laugh, satisfied.
I look at my cock, being swallowed completely by his sweet little ass.
What a sinful sight.
I wanted a photo.
An eternal memory of this moment.
The contrast of the giant, the feared Enforcer, reduced to this state-
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vulnerable and surrendered.
So beautiful.
So perfect.
I run my tongue over his nipples, biting until I hear a hoarse groan,
even in his unconscious state.
It excites me even more.
With every involuntary reaction, I become more certain that I will break every wall he has. I will destroy him from the inside until
nothing remains but me.
My breathing falters along with his. I feel his internal walls tighten- hot, delicious–and my head spins with pleasure.
Holy shit, this feels so good. Oh, fuck.
I don’t stop moving, the sound filling the room.
I want every detail, every shudder, every spasm.
I want his flesh to memorize mine so that he can never feel pleasure
again without thinking of me.
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I kiss his neck, sucking hard while I never stop penetrating him. My
moans echo desperately through the cell; I look at his unconscious
face and keep moving my hips, feeling the orgasm approaching.
When I finally come inside him, I let out a dull groan against his
throat. I stay there, deep, breathing as if I were sucking the life out of
him. My arms tremble, but I don’t give in.
I don’t want to pull out of him yet.
I want to keep my cock deep inside, because that’s where it belongs.
I lower his legs, breathless, but I remain inside.
I look at his face.
Even unconscious, he’s still beautiful.
Perfect.
Strong.
Invincible to everyone, except me.
I press my lips to his wounded mouth, tasting the metallic flavor dripping from it. I suck hard until I draw an involuntary groan, and a
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smile emerges instinctively. The taste of blood wakes me up even
more, like a fever that rises too fast.
My tongue slides over the cut, gathering every drop like it’s a rare
prize.
“So beautiful…” I say softly, close to his mouth. “I could never find
you ugly.”
My fingers travel over his face, brushing against his rough beard,
feeling the texture, mapping every feature. A flash of pity crosses my
chest–brief, but real. I will still need to destroy him more, mark him,
and torture him until he breathes only for me.
He will hate it.
He will scream.
But in the end, he will love it.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
