Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Adrian Kael

“Since you are being so obedient… can I do something?” The question

comes out low, almost smooth.

Magnus shoots me a suspicious look, his eyebrows slightly arched, his

body rigid. This reaction forces me to contain a wider smile.

“And what would that be?” He retorts, his voice firm, trying to

maintain control.

He has not finished dressing yet; the towel is slipping a bit down his

waist, leaving his wet skin exposed. I take a quick step toward him,

closing the space between us, and before he can react, I drop to my

knees in front of him. The next gesture is clear, even without words.

Magnus catches his breath.

“Don’t you dare, you son of a bi-” His voice dies in his throat as I take

his cock into my mouth.

I grip his buttocks tightly, swallowing even more of his member until

it reaches deep into my throat.

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“Damn you…”

I move my head in a continuous rhythm, slow and then deeper,

provoking him with every thrust. The effort to contain the sounds is

evident; he grinds his teeth, the muscles in his neck contracting as if

every moan were a lost battle.

His hands rest on my head, trying to push, to pull away, to regain

control. But I do not yield. I stay there, firm, savoring every inch of

that forbidden cock as if it were the most precious essence ever

created. The flavor permeates my tongue–a sweet addiction,

impossible to give up.

A low, hoarse sound vibrates in his throat, heavy with irritation at my

stubbornness.

“If this is what you want, fine.”

His hands return to my face, firm, almost brutal, forcing me without

mercy. The movement is deep, giving no chance for retreat, plunging

until air becomes scarce.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” His voice comes out broken, deep,

almost a stifled moan. “Then take it.”

The rhythm intensifies, heavy and heartless; to him, it might be a

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punishment, but to me, it is the best reward I could receive–a

forbidden pleasure that consumes me entirely.

The sensation is addictive, a sweet poison spreading through my

veins, burning like fire, better than any drug ever invented. Each

thrust pulls muffled, stifled sounds from me, while the rhythm of his

hips remains merciless and firm, giving me no respite.

I look up, hungry for every detail of his expression. What I see is

blasphemy and divinity mixed together: his forehead glistening with

sweat, his jaw tense, his lips parted as he lets out the heavy breaths

he tries to suffocate. Blessed curse–he is a god allowing himself to

falter just to drive me insane.

The sight erodes me with pleasure and insanity. My whole body

throbs, covered in goosebumps, while the wet sound my mouth

produces echoes like profane music. It is too indecent, pornographic,

and yet, beautiful. My tongue, my lips–every suction is a hymn of

worship.

And when I see his gaze flicker, when his teeth dig into his bruised lip

trying to hold back the inevitable, I nearly lose control.

I want more.

I need more.

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