Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

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Then he spreads my legs wide, exposing me completely, his gaze

hungry and almost feverish.

“God…” he pants, smiling like a maniac. “What a perfect sight. I

wanted so badly to take a photo and just watch you like this forever.”

A snarl leaves my throat, savage.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Adrian!”

His eyes shine even brighter, as if my words were gasoline on a fire.

He grips me and accelerates again, every thrust faster and more

violent, pushing me to the brink of insanity.

My whole body trembles beneath him, lost in the marvelous

sensation of being fucked by this lunatic.

Shit… I never thought being submissive could be like this. This

pleasure is brutal, burning, and far more intense than anything I’ve

ever felt while being in control.

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Suddenly, he slows down, thrusting slowly, deeply, as if he wants to

torture me. He leans over me, takes my nipple, and sucks hard, while

his hand slides slowly over my body, exploring every inch. It’s as if

he’s punishing me with this dragging pace, and it makes me even

wilder.

“Adrian…” The words come out sharp and impatient, my breathing

erratic. “Stop with this slow–motion shit.”

He licks my neck, moves up to my chin, and bites, his teeth sinking

into the skin like a brand. His voice comes out hoarse against my

mouth.

“I want to savor you, love. Your body is squeezing me so good… The heat inside you is addictive. I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going

until dawn. Your face, all smeared with blood.”

He moans against my ear, biting my skin.

“It makes everything even more profane, more insane. Especially with

that bastard dead right over there. The contrast is perfect, sickly…

irresistible.”

I lock my legs around his waist, trapping him in me, and the moan

that escapes his throat gives me chills all over.

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“Fuck me hard, Adrian Kael,” I order, my voice hoarse and full of

desire.

He snarls, his eyes glowing like those of a beast about to devour its

prey. He grabs my legs, folding them against my chest, and begins to

move with insane brutality. The thrusts come fast, violent, and

precise, hitting my perfect spot over and over, ripping loud,

uncontrollable moans from me.

He’s transformed. His speed is superhuman, his countenance taken over by something dark and fascinating. And damn… he’s so beautiful

like this.

His pace doesn’t slacken for even a second. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, echoing like an animalistic rhythm. The dense scent of sex, mixed with the still–fresh blood, permeates

everything, making every movement more visceral, more insane, and

more profane.

He bites my calf hard, leaving the burning mark of his possession, while his hands slide down to my buttocks, spreading me even wider

for him. The wet, obscene sound of the thrusts spreads through the room, every impact tearing moans from me that I can’t control. It’s pornographic, degrading… and so absurdly pleasurable that I lose

myself.

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