Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 217

Magnus Hale

He crouches down, washing my thighs, moving down to my feet, and

cleaning between my toes with the same absurd attention. Then, he

moves up again, lathering my cock without any sexual intent–just

zeal, just care.

When he finishes the front, he turns me around. His hands travel

slowly down my back, then my buttocks, and there he is even more

careful. I feel him delicately remove the sperm that was inside me,

but without a trace of lust.

As soon as he finishes soaping me up, I step under the water, letting

the foam slide down my body as I rinse off. I take the soap from his

hand and see his eyes go so wide they look like they’re going to pop

out.

“You don’t need to clean me, love,” his voice comes out low, almost

pleading. “I like taking care of you, so…”

“Be quiet,” I interrupt him firmly.

He obeys instantly, closing his mouth and lowering his gaze. I take a

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deep breath and begin to scrub his shoulder, sliding slowly down to

his chest, his stomach, and then his thighs. I crouch down until I

reach his feet, washing between his toes with the same care he

showed me.

When I stand back up, I realize his entire body is shaking. It’s so

intense that I can hear his heartbeat–loud and hurried, as if my every

touch is too much for him to handle.

“You take care of me… and I take care of you, Adrian,” I say in a

serene tone. “It’s that simple.”

I turn him around and wash his back, then his buttocks, and finally, I

turn him back to face me. Calmly, I rub his face, tracing every feature

as if I were memorizing him. He steps under the water and rinses

quickly but immediately pulls me into a tight hug, his face pressed

against my chest.

“This can only be a dream,” his breathless voice barely sustains the

words. “I never imagined you’d take the initiative… not in sex, and

not now, taking care of me like this. It has to be a dream.”

I roll my eyes and let out a huff, even with a slight smile hidden away.

I return the embrace, squeezing him back.

“It’s not a dream, Adrian. It’s real. Now let’s dry off and lie down. I’m

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exhausted.”

He just nods, but not before kissing my chest affectionately. I turn off

the shower, and he grabs the towel to dry me, every movement loaded

with care and a silly happiness plastered across his face. Then it’s my

turn to dry him, and I do it with the same patience.

I don’t feel like wearing anything. I just pull him by the hand toward

the bed. I lie down and bring him with me, nesting his cheek against

my chest. I feel his heart race even faster against my skin–so fast it’s

almost funny.

“This kid is going to die of a heart attack just because I decided to

take the lead,” I think to myself before closing my eyes.

I feel the soft touch of his lips on my cheek, a simple kiss, but one

loaded with devotion.

“Goodnight, love. Sleep well,” he says in a low, serene tone.

He hugs me tightly, as if he’s afraid to let go, and pulls the sheet over us. I breathe deeply, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and

press a kiss to his still–damp hair.

“Goodnight, Adrian. You sleep well too.”

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