Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Elijah Vaughn
The fingers parted my buttocks, letting the hot water slide over my skin. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. But what happened next left me paralyzed.
Hot breath blew against my entrance.
W–What… Ah!
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I bit my lips hard when I felt my teeth nibble before my tongue slid slowly over the sensitive skin.
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“I’ve dreamt about this so many times…” He whispered, devouring me shamelessly. “I didn’t have time to enjoy it yesterday. I was too anxious to get my
cock deep inside you.
His breathing faltered as he sucked harder.
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“You keep pretending you don’t like it…” He laughed against my skin. “But your body is begging, winking at me, begging for more.
His face was on fire, a mixture of hatred and humiliation mingled with the desperation of not being able to contain his involuntary reactions. His tongue
moved with cruel precision, exploring every sensitive spot.
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His eyes lowered by instinct, and his stomach churned at the sight of the obvious erection between his legs.
No. No. This can’t be happening.
The world fell apart the instant a firm hand grabbed my member and started jerking me off at the same time as it continued sucking hungrily and devotedly.
A loud moan escaped before I could stop it.
The masturbation intensified, and my moans became even louder. I couldn’t hold back. I’d never been touched like this, never sucked like this by anyone. I hadn’t even had a sexual relationship with Sabrina.
And when Reaper gave me a blowjob yesterday, it felt strange and good at the same time. That’s why I hate myself. Because all my first sexual experiences were with this cruel man.
The thoughts dissipated the instant he bit down harder on my entrance. My whole body shuddered, an intense chill running through every inch of my skin. Unable to resist, I fell apart in his hands.
My legs wobbled, still throbbing with the intensity of my orgasm. The only reason I didn’t fall over was because firm hands held my waist, supporting my weight with ease.
Warm breath brushed against my ear.
“See that, bunny?” He whispered, his voice impregnated with satisfaction. “Your body was born to be explored… and I’m going to devour every bit of it until I’ve had my fill. If that ever happens.
Without warning, he turned me around, crushing his mouth against mine.
His tongue invaded without hesitation, claiming every corner, dominating my breathing, my rhythm, and my control. The bites came voraciously, first on my lower lip, then on my upper lip. He sucked hard on my tongue, nibbling just enough to cause delicious pain. It was as if he wanted to consume me whole, to make me part of him.
His hands slid down my thighs, holding me firmly.
His rigid cock pressed against my entrance, demanding passage.
Before I could react, it sank in all at once, impaling me brutally.
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The shock knocked all the air out of my lungs.
His mouth left mine to attack my throat. Fiery sucks, aggressive bites, slow licks, alternating between pleasure and torment, while his hips continued to move mercilessly.
I tried to hold back the sounds escaping my throat, but the battle was lost the instant he hit my prostate.
Ahh! The scream broke the silence of the bathroom, echoing off the walls.
The satisfied laughter against my skin made every fiber of my body vibrate.
With one agile movement, he lifted me completely, holding me in the air as he continued to thrust with ruthless precision.
My eyes rolled back, and my body gave in to the overwhelming ecstasy.
Shit… shit…” The mind screamed, trying to resist the overwhelming pleasure. But the pleasure was stronger.
Each thrust reverberated through my bones, and the echo amplified the moans, making it impossible to ignore how surrendered I was. The shame burned inside, but not enough to overcome the insane desire.
“That’s it… louder, bunny.” He grunted, the moans tearing at his throat. “I love hearing your voice like that… so dirty… so beautiful… oh, fuck.
His lips returned to mine, without losing their frantic rhythm.
Our tongues dueled, wild, insatiable.
My nails dug into his back, trying to find some kind of control, some remnant of sanity. But there was no way. The sound of skin against skin, the intertwined moans, and the smell of sweat and lust dominated everything.
“1-1… Ah!” His body arched. Breath failed.
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2/2 Welcome to Hell Chapter 18 Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.