Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Elijah Vaughn.

The metal door creaked as it closed, a heavy, final sound. The fabric of the curtain slowly slid away, enveloping us in the privacy of the small space.

Silence settled in.

Then he moved.

He got up from the bed, his gaze fixed on me like that of a predator who has finally cornered its prey.

He watched for a moment, as if absorbing every detail of what he saw.

You chose to be mine.

His voice dropped to a lower tone, laden with something non–negotiable.

And even if one day you regret it, there’s no going back.

My chest contracted under the weight of the words.

I sighed.

I know. I chose to be yours.

My throat went dry before the last part escaped.

“And… I hope you’ll be mine too.

For a moment, he watched me in silence.

Then a slow, almost lazy smile formed on his lips.

“Of course I do.” The tone of his voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “My cock only goes up for you.

My face burned, but I didn’t have time to react.

Dante was already on the move. His steps were slow, controlled, and calculated.

But his gaze… His gaze gave everything away.

Desire.

Possession.

Obsession.

He moved closer until there was no more space between us. His warm palm touched my cheek, his fingers sliding slowly down to my lips, exploring the sensitive texture with his thumb.

My heart raced.

The eyes fixed on mine shone with an intense/fire.

“Today…” His voice came out as a whisper. “Let’s fuck until dawn.

His mouth met mine in a kiss that was neither aggressive nor hurried.

Chapter 45

It was different from all the previous times.

Instead of raw possession, there was something more intense, deeper. The warmth of his lips moved slowly over mine, tasting, prolonging every second as if he wanted to savor the sensation to the limit.

His firm hands moved down my uniform, gliding leisurely until they found my buttocks. The grip was strong, possessive, eliciting a muffled gasp that was lost in the kiss. His thumb traced subtle circles against the sensitive skin, while his fingers sank in unashamedly, molding themselves to the flesh.

The body reacted before the mind. His lungs searched for air, but he didn in no hurry to dominate, claiming what he considered his.

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of the fabric deftly.

lips

continued to explore mine, tasting with patience

His hands moved up slowly, trailing over my shoulders, before pulling

I made no attempt to stop it.

I just let him.

The garment slid down my body, revealing every inch of skin as Dante stripped every part of me bare. His gaze remained fixed on mine until the uniform fel! to the floor.

The low, husky voice carried something hypnotic, a dark

Heat rose to my face, making me vulnerable in the face of that confession.

The heat pressed against me, the woody smell mixed with the natural scent of his skin seeping into my senses, intoxicating, suffocating.

“I’m going to explore every part of you.” The timbre dropped, slurred. “Just feel it. Only I can give you that.

His fingers slid down my chest, sending shivers down my spine in a torturous trail.

Each touch was studied, calculated, as if he were mapping every inch of skin.

My fingertips slid around the nipples, tracing slow circles before pinching them with precision. A shiver ran down my spine, and a low moan escaped

He laughed against my skin, pleased with the reaction.

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