Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240

I step under the hot stream and let the water carry away the foam,

feeling my entire body relax.

If I died right now, I’d die in peace.

“Now it’s my turn, my love,” I say, taking the soap from his hands.

Magnus doesn’t answer; he just watches me in silence, his gaze heavy

and curious. I spread the foam over his broad shoulders, making slow,

firm movements, like someone wanting to memorize every inch of

skin under my hands.

I go down to his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his body. The

water slides along with the soap, tracing paths between the defined

muscles. I contour his abdomen, then turn to his back, washing every

line, every mark, until I reach his glutes–a sight that always

hypnotizes me.

I slide my hands up again, going up the spine until I reach the nape of

his neck. My fingers move slowly, and I feel the hair on his skin stand

up at the touch.

I lower myself, washing his thighs, his groin, and finally, his feet. I

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pass the soap between his toes with devotion, every gesture loaded

with a tenderness that seems almost religious to me. Being on my

knees before him… it’s so natural, so right, as if the world only made

sense right there.

I look

up and find his eyes watching me–intense, dark, and burning

inside. I swallow hard against the groan that threatens to escape. It

almost feels like I’m worshiping him, and maybe I am. He deserves it.

I kiss his knee, a simple gesture but full of meaning, before standing up again. I wash his neck, move up to his face, passing the soap with

the utmost care, as if he were made of glass.

Magnus steps under the shower and lets the water run over his entire body, removing the foam. I stand still, watching him, hypnotized by the sight of his back covered in marks–hickeys, scratches–reminders

of mine.

They are my works of art.

I approach slowly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing

my chest against his back.

I kiss his shoulders, one at a time, then move downward, scattering slow kisses across the full expanse of his broad back. I feel his muscles shift beneath my lips, a hoarse sigh escaping his throat.

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My hands slide over his firm chest, exploring every line, every curve,

until they descend again toward his waist. I keep the kisses moving

lower, tracing a wet path until I reach his glutes, where I kneel–my

heart beating fast, dominated by the silent adoration I feel for him.

I spread his cheeks apart, and my breath hitches for a moment. His

entrance is beautiful, almost hypnotic, a perfection that steals my

breath away. The scent of the soap is still in the air, but that’s not

what I want. I want his scent–pure, warm, real.

I tilt my face, breathing deeply, letting that unique scent dominate

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It’s intoxicating.

I press my lips to him, and his taste invades me–warm, salty, addictive. It’s something I can’t describe, only feel. The softness of his skin, the savory taste… everything about him inebriates me.

I know I would never tire of this.

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