Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Elijah Vaughn.

Do you want to say no? His voice lingered in the air, laced with something sharp and lethal..

My lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing a slow line down my arm, like he was savoring every second of this moment.

“Little bunny… I see what you really want.”

His voice dropped into a near–hypnotic tone, as if guiding me toward a point of no return.

“You want someone to take care of you. To protect you. To stand by your side.”

My body tensed, but he didn’t stop.

“I saw it in your eyes… when you heard me say I believed in you. When you realized I never doubted your innocence.”

His eyes burned into me, piercing through me like he could see everything I was trying to hide.

“You want to belong to someone.”

He leaned in, his mouth close enough that our breaths mingled.

“And I’m here to offer you exactly that.”

My throat tightened.

My chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm.

“If you feel like you’re not ready…”

He whispered, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip with a tenderness that brutally contrasted the intention behind his gaze.

“Then I’ll show you you’re already mine.”

Before I could process his words, he moved.

Suddenly, he was on top of me.

His warm,

solid weight pinned me to the mattress.

A surprised gasp escaped my lips, but he didn’t give me time to react.

His mouth crashed into mine.

The kiss was intense, rough, and hungry.

Like he wanted to consume me, swallow me whole. His lips were hot, firm, and demanding–taking over every inch of my mouth. His taste overwhelmed my senses, leaving me dizzy, breathless, and cornered.

My hands reached instinctively for his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. My heart pounded like a war drum, my breath caught in my throat as his firm, heated body pressed into mine, impossible to ignore.

He kissed me like he was branding me.

Marking what was his.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth, demanding to be accepted. The pressure of his body intensified, and a low moan slipped from my throat, unbidden.

He smiled against my lips.

“See?‘ he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with satisfied pleasure. Your body already accepts me as its master.”

My legs trembled.

My chest burned.

My mind spun with confusion.

But the worst part?

But then, suddenly, he pulled away.

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