Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

I let out a loud sigh–loud enough not just for my bunny to hear, but for him too. So that bastard would know exactly where he stood.

Elijah is the only one who owns me.

My body, my mind, my soul… all of it is carved into him like an incurable addiction.

And nothing–no one–will ever change that.

His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. I smiled and slid my hands to his uniform, slowly undoing the buttons and pushing the fabric down to reveal his bare chest.

I leaned in, kissing along his collarbone, then down to his nipples, teasing them with my tongue just to feel his body tremble.

He let out a shaky breath, and it only fueled my hunger.

I pulled the rest of the uniform down, leaving him completely exposed.

I knelt in front of him, my eyes locked on his, my hands gripping his ass, feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers.

I don’t like anyone looking at what’s mine.

I’m the only one with that right.

But to make that bastard understand once and for all, it had to be done.

Even if it pissed me off, I’d make him watch. I’d force him to see exactly who I belonged to.

My tongue slid slowly over the tip of Elijah’s cock, teasing him before taking him fully into my mouth. The moan that spilled from his lips was pure pleasure. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard as his breathing turned ragged.

My hands slid down his thighs to his entrance, pressing a finger against it. The broken moan that escaped him made me ravenous.

He was so tight, so warm–a reminder of how long it had been since I last claimed him.

I took him deeper into my throat, sucking harder as I slid my finger inside, feeling his body clench around me.

He moaned, gripping my hair even tighter.

I added a second finger, and he trembled, whimpering with need. The way he squeezed around my fingers drove me mad, and when I hit his prostate, his loud moan echoed across the yard.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and ran my tongue along its length, savoring every inch until I reached his balls. I sucked them with devotion, driving Elijah wild, his moans intensifying.

I licked my way back up and took him into my mouth again, deeper this time, never stopping the movement of my fingers inside him. The wet sounds filled the air, and he yanked my hair roughly, pushing himself deeper into my throat.

I felt the wetness of pre–cum soaking into my uniform as Elijah rocked his hips with urgency, pulling me deeper, using me to ease his desperate need.

I knew that bastard was still watching us.

And I wanted him to get it clearly, painfully:

Elijah is the only man who can make me drop to my knees to suck him.

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