Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Elijah Vaughn.

The gentle warmth of the morning wrapped around me like an invisible blanket, and when I opened my eyes, 1 realized I was still lying on top of Dante’s warm, solid body.

A silly smile tugged at my lips, and I pressed a soft kiss to his chin.

Even in sleep, his features were sharp and strong.

He looked like he’d been hand–sculpted, and a part of me still wondered how a man that beautiful had chosen me.

Sometimes, it all felt like a dream.

Like any second now, someone would wake me up and tell me it was all just in my head.

But he had chosen me.

And that was enough.

My fingers traced a gentle line along his jaw as I leaned in to plant a series of soft kisses on his face.

The corner of his mouth curled into a sleepy smile, even without opening his eyes.

His arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

“Good morning, baby.”

I continued kissing him softly.

“Did you sleep well?”

He opened his eyes, revealing that deep, dark gaze that, to me, was more beautiful than any starlit sky.

It was like a black hole–mysterious, dense, pulling everything in.

And yet, I felt safe inside it.

“How could I not sleep well? With you in my arms… it was a perfect night.”

The smile he gave me made me kiss his chin again, tenderly.

“And you?” he asked, returning the gesture.

“I slept like a rock. Your body’s warm, comforting… amazing. I love that.”

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Chapter 125

1 kissed his neck softly.

He leaned in and kissed me on the lipsa slow, tender kiss filled with emotion.

“I love you, Elijah.”

I smiled like a love–struck fool.

I love you too, Dante. So much.”

I cupped his face in my hands and deepened the kiss.

It grew more intense as my tongue explored his mouth slowly but firmly.

I led, and he surrendered.

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