Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252

I shrug, wrapping my arms around him from behind, pressing my

body against his and kissing his shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re heavy, my love. If I could, I would carry you

everywhere, attached to me, like a part of my body.”

I slide my tongue along his back and bite his shoulder lightly,

drawing a sigh that makes me smile. He shakes his head and urinates,

and when he’s finished, I walk him to the shower.

I step in with him, taking off my uniform and letting the hot water

fall over us. Watching the water run down his body, now almost

healed, is a scene that calms me and drives me crazy at the same

time.

“It’s so good to be able to take a real shower again, without needing a

towel rubbed over my body.” His voice is light, and I end up smiling.

“Now my moment has come, my love.” I grab the soap and look at

him. “Turn toward me. I want to wash you entirely, leave every inch

clean, fragrant, and soft.”

He obeys, and I start slowly, passing the soap over his neck, then his

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broad shoulders. I move down his ribs and trace his chest, enjoying

every touch. The foam runs down, and I move to his thighs and his

groin until I kneel to wash between his toes. Every gesture is a caress,

a devotion, my love.

Finally, I rise again and wash his face with care, observing his relaxed

features. When I finish, he moves back to rinse himself, and I watch

him for a moment, following the movement of the water running

down every line of his body.

Only then do I start soaping myself as well, moving the soap quickly,

washing every spot: my neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, and legs,

never taking my eyes off him for long.

Once I’m finished, I approach and wrap him from behind, letting the

hot water fall over both of us. As I’m pressed against him, my hands

rest on his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers.

Magnus slides his own hands over mine and, with a slow gesture,

intertwines our fingers.

The touch drives me wild with happiness.

I press my face against his back, taking a deep breath and letting his

scent overpower me. It’s addictive–a mix of soap, heat, and something uniquely his. A perfume that calms me and, at the same

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time, drives me wild.

“What are we going to do once we get out of here?” he asks suddenly.

I kiss his shoulder and smile against his wet skin.

“Whatever you want, my love. We can go straight to our house, get to

know the place, and relax. Later, we’ll go out to explore the city, buy

new clothes, a phone… have a decent dinner. Anything you desire.”

He turns around, meeting me with that gaze that completely

deconstructs me.

“You mentioned marriage. Do you really intend for that to happen?”

I feel a shiver run up my spine, and my smile turns darker.

“Of course I do, my love,” I say with conviction. “You will be my

husband. My Magnus Kael. Or would you prefer for me to be Adrian

Hale? From the moment I stepped inside this place, I knew you would

be mine forever. And I intend for us to marry. You are my god, my

king, my everything… and you will be my spouse.”

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