Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 14

Dante Castelli.

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I adjusted the angle and invested more precisely until I found the sensitive spot that would make his body collapse. As soon as I hit his prostate, a scream cut through the air. The involuntary arch of his spine and the shudder that ran through his skin were confirmation of what I already knew.

Without warning, Elijah came apart, his body squeezing me with addictive strength. A hoarse moan escaped my throat, the pleasure coursing through me like liquid fire.

“F**k, you squeezing me like that is too good.” I let out a ragged sigh, struggling not to lose control.

I leaned over him, grabbing his face and forcing him to turn towards me. Before he could protest, I captured his lips with intensity, continuing to move inside him without stopping.

I pulled away from the kiss, turning him to face me before sinking into his body once more. I needed to see every expression, to witness his eyes roll back, and to hear the moans he was trying to hold back.

I kept up the sharp thrusts against his prostate, watching every tremor and contraction. A ragged gasp escaped his mouth, his spine arched involuntarily, until finally his eyes were lost in the avalanche of sensations.

“You still insist on calling this an involuntary reaction, bunny?” I said, an amused smile curving my lips. “Look at you, falling apart with pleasure… Your mouth denies it, but your body begs for more.

I capture his wrists and hold them over his head, completely dominating him as I continue to sink into his asshole. The addictive grip around my cock stoked the desire even more, the hot entrance sucking me in as if it wanted to keep me there forever.

“You have no idea how delicious it is to feel your every contraction.” I teased, leaning over him to nibble and mark his soft skin.

I left a trail of red marks down his neck, feeling the heat of his body ignite my mind even more.

“Shit… F**k… Elijah, it’s too good.” His voice came out hoarse, full of pleasure.

I pulled away for a moment, grabbed his thighs and bent them, deepening each thrust. Moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin colliding rhythmically. Tears slid down her face, blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. But the reason for them? It hardly mattered.

Suddenly, I stopped my movements and pulled out of him. I grabbed his arms and pulled him upright, watching as his legs wobbled with the effort.

Still dazed, he obeyed, his knees shaking. As soon as he was in position, I resumed thrusting, increasing the intensity. I grabbed one of his legs and lifted it, adjusting the angle to hit him directly where I knew he would collapse.

“You’re so sensitive… so delicious.” His voice came out as a restrained growl.

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