Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 171

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

1. 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.

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