Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 95

Dante Castelli

The first gentle touch on my face pulled me back into consciousness. A delicate kiss, then another. A soft sigh escaped my lips before I even opened my eyes.

When my vision adjusted, I found Elijah on top of me, a playful smile on his swollen lips.

Good morning, love.”

The sound of his voice first thing in the morning was a temptation.

A sweet, addictive sin.

Smiling was inevitable.

He always managed to do that to me with no effort at all.

I slid my thumb across his cheek, tracing the warm, soft skin.

“Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?”

His smile widened before he placed a kiss on my chin.

*Kind of… No one sleeps well with cum dripping down their thighs.”

A deep laugh escaped my chest.

Only you could make me laugh this early, bunny.”

My hands moved down to his thighs, squeezing the firm flesh, feeling his body react under my touch.

Elijah let out a breathy sigh, leaning slightly into me.

It might be uncomfortable for you, but for me…” My voice came out rough, thick with desire. ‘It’s fucking hot having my cum inside you.”

His eyes burned with something indescribable before his lips captured mine in a kiss that was slow, yet hungry.

Exploratory. Teasing.

I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, taking in every muffled moan, every broken sigh.

Like I needed to burn every part of him into me.

He pulled me closer, his arms tight around my body.

This new Elijah… bolder, more intense. So willing.

So submissive.

So is mine.

My cock throbbed painfully at the memory of the night before–his body sliding over mine, breathy moans whispering my name, the way he rode me like he was born to do it.

Like he was meant for it.

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Chapter 95

We only pulled away when breathing became necessary. His gaze met inine, lips parted and panting:

He was a drug.

My greatest addiction.

“Let’s take a shower. I brushed my lips against his before kissing his chin.

My eyes instantly dropped to his naked body, and that’s when I saw it–my cum sliding down his thighs.

His voice was teasing, but his gaze… his gaze was laced with wickedness, raw and pure desire.

I let out a low laugh, running my tongue across my lips as I sat up.

“Tired of you? Not a fucking chance, baby. I could fuck you all day. At breakfast, before bed, in the middle of the damn day… You have no idea what you do to me.”

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his.

“You turn me on just by breathing.”

“And I know you want me just as bad.”

He didn’t hesitate–just nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on mine.

‘I do… His voice came out hoarse. “You made me like this. Addicted to you.”

My smile widened, a wicked satisfaction blooming in my chest as I stepped closer, pressing my body to his until we were flush together.

1 took his hand and guided it to the side of my waist, pressing it against my warm skin.

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