Chapter 346: Beast r18
Because he didn’t even soften. I felt him twitch inside me, swelling even harder, and then he started again.
Pumping into me with his release still spilling between us.
It was filthy. It was insane. It was Kael.
And as my legs shook and my body trembled from overstimulation, I realized with a mix of dread and ecstasy... I was going to be here all night.
Just like I hoped.
I had barely recovered from the first wave of orgasm when Kael dragged me back under.
His weight pinned me down as he pushed my legs higher against his chest, every thrust driving deeper than before, leaving me gasping and clinging to the sheets. The stretch was overwhelming, my body shifting to meet him, but the way he held my hips so firmly, so possessively, made me melt into the bed and give in completely.
His body pressed me deeper into the mattress, his hips relentless, every thrust shoving me further apart until my thighs ached, until I couldn’t even think. He didn’t let me breathe, didn’t let me escape... his need for me was bottomless, consuming.
When I whimpered, trying to shield my face with my hands from the obscene mess of moans spilling from me, he caught me instantly. He tore my hands away and pinned them above my head. Our fingers interlocked on one hand as he lowered his weight until his chest pressed to mine, caging me completely.
"Don’t hide from me" he groaned, grabbing my face with his other hand so I had no choice but to meet his eyes as he slid in and out of me with a torturous pace.
I thought I’d find triumph there, that dangerous smirk he always wore when he had me begging. Instead, what stared back at me gutted me.
His expression was raw. Bare. Almost sad.
Even so, every thrust went deeper, almost unbearably so, stealing the breath from my lungs as he held my gaze. I gasped, voice breaking, "Kael, it’s too deep—"
But he swallowed the words with a kiss.
It wasn’t like the other kisses. This wasn’t hunger or dominance. It was desperate, trembling, as if he thought I might disappear if he let me go.
And then, his lips brushing my throat, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, he whispered.
Not the dirty talk I expected. Not the taunting I thought he’d pour into me to break me apart even further.
But three words that tore me open in a different way entirely.
"I love you Aria. I really do."
It was choked, reverent, almost broken, like a confession he’d been holding back all his life, forced out by the way I latched on to him, the way my body welcomed every wicked push of his.
"I know." I whispered back. " I love you too Kael."
Tears stung my eyes as I tightened my legs around him, dragging him deeper, answering him the only way I could in that moment by giving him all of me, again and again, until neither of us could tell where we were again.
And Kael... God, Kael sounded like he was the one being split open, like he couldn’t take me enough, couldn’t bury himself deep enough, no matter how many times he filled me.
There was no end. Just him, pinning me harder, spreading me wider, holding me like I was his last breath, whispering those words into my skin until I was undone.
Until I knew he’d never let me go.
And he didn’t let go.
He stayed buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine, his hand cradling my face like I was glass. His hips slowed, grinding instead of slamming, sliding in and out of me with excruciating control.
And I felt it—God, I felt everything.
Every stroke was deliberate, every movement carrying all the words he couldn’t say without his voice breaking. I could feel the I love you in the way he held me, in the way his eyes burned into mine, in the way his thumb brushed the tears from my cheek as his length dragged against every tender, swollen part of me.
I felt the electrifying wave of pleasure hitting again, my back arching, nails scratching at his shoulders as my release tore through me like I was being lit on fire from the inside out. My body clenched and pulsed around him, and Kael cursed, his mouth crashing into mine as he lost the last of his restraint.
His thrusts turned frantic, desperate, before he spilled into me again, groaning into my mouth, clutching me like I was all he had left in this world.
I was limp after, boneless in his arms, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I thought for the second time that he’d let me rest this time.
But Kael is a beast.
He rolled us effortlessly, pulling me on top of him. My head dropped onto his chest, still reeling, but his lips were already on me again... biting at my neck, sucking marks into my skin, kissing me like a man starved. His hands slid down, cupping my ass, spreading me open shamelessly while I whimpered against his mouth.
Then I felt it—him, hard again, pressing insistently against my soaked entrance.
"Kael," I gasped, half-plea, half-warning.
He only smirked against my lips, his green eyes dark, drunk on me. With his grip bruising tight on my ass, he guided himself to my entrance and pushed.
Slow.
Relentless.
Until gravity betrayed me and I sank down on his cock inch by inch, my body stretched to its limit all over again.
"You started this." He groaned low.
My head fell back, a broken moan tearing from my throat as he filled me completely.
Kael’s eyes never left my face. He drank in every twitch, every bite of my lip, every helpless roll of my hips as I struggled to take all of him inside me.
"Fuck," he groaned, voice ragged, hands tightening around me as he forced me to sit flush against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. "You look so perfect like this... taking me like you were made for it."