Sweet Hatred-Chapter 439: Devour r18

KAEL

We stepped back into the suite, the cool air of the living room wrapping around us like a gentle hush after the warmth of the night outside.

Aria moved ahead, her hand slipping from mine, and I watched her. Her shoulders trembled slightly, emotions flickering across her face like shadows in the dim light.

She paused near the window, gazing out at the distant lights of the city, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. My chest tightened at the sight.

She was carrying our child, our future, and yet here she was, raw and vulnerable, stirring something fierce and protective in me.

I couldn’t stay back. Closing the distance, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her soft form against my chest.

My lips found the curve of her neck, pressing a slow, lingering kiss there, inhaling the faint scent of her skin mixed with the night’s breeze. "I’m so damn happy," I murmured against her, my voice low and rough, laced with the truth of it. "With you. With this. All of it."

She turned in my arms, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, that emotional depth pulling me under like it always did. "Thank you" she whispered, her voice breaking just a little, "for bringing my family here. For making this feel... special."

I cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away the hint of moisture there. "It’s the least I could do for you my love." The air between us thickened, charged with that raw intensity that always simmered when our worlds collided like this.... gratitude, love, desire twisting into something electric.

In that moment, staring into her eyes, it hit me again: how deeply I loved her, how she lit up every shadowed corner of my soul and made me whole. My hand slid to cradle her face, thumb tracing the plump line of her lower lip, feeling it part slightly under my touch. I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started soft but ignited fast—once, twice, again, each one deeper, hungrier, our breaths mingling in the quiet space of the living room.

Aria responded with fire, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulled me closer, her tongue sweeping against mine in a way that made my blood roar. I gave in, but restraint clawed at me, she was pregnant, fragile in ways I couldn’t bear to test. I had to hold back, keep it gentle. But she wasn’t having it. Her body pressed flush against mine, insistent, demanding.

With a low growl, I lifted her, her legs hooking around my waist like they belonged there. Our mouths stayed locked, kisses turning frantic as I carried her toward the bedroom door, fumbling it open without breaking contact.

The threshold crossed, and everything shifted, the world narrowed to her, to the heat building between us. We were full-on devouring each other now, her soft moans vibrating against my lips, driving me insane.

Her sounds, those breathy gasps and whimpers, they unraveled me, pulling me deeper into the haze of want.

I reached the bed, lowering her onto the edge but not letting go. My mouth left hers to trail fire down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, then up to her ear, sucking the lobe gently before moving to her jaw, kissing the sharp line there.

She arched into me, fingers clawing at my shirt, yanking it open in a rush. I mirrored her, hands roaming her curves, pulling down her dress to expose the lace bra beneath, then unhooking it with trembling urgency.

We were ravenous, desperate... clothes shedding like barriers we couldn’t stand between us anymore. Her skin flushed under my touch, warm and inviting, and I crashed back to her lips, kissing her with everything I had.

But I pulled back just enough to search her eyes, my voice husky. "Do you really want this? We don’t have to—"

She cut me off, yanking me down, her legs locking around my waist like a vice, trapping me against her heat. "Does this answer your question?" she breathed, her gaze defiant and blazing.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I drank her in, flushed cheeks, tousled hair, lips swollen from our kisses. She was a masterpiece, disheveled and perfect, every inch of her calling to the beast in me. "Yeah," I rasped, "it does."

Our mouths collided again, hard and unrelenting, tongues battling as hands explored. I shoved her bra aside fully, her breasts spilling free—full, nipples peaked and begging. I latched onto one, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the tight bud while my hand kneaded the other, pinching and teasing until she was moaning wildly, back bowing off the bed.

Those sounds... they fueled me. I trailed kisses lower, over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, lingering on her stomach. I bathed it in soft presses of my lips, reverent, feeling the life we made there, my heart pounding with a mix of tenderness and feral need.

Lower still, my fingers hooked her panties, tugging them aside to reveal her, wet, glistening, her folds slick with arousal. My cock strained against my pants, throbbing with an ache that bordered on pain, desperate to sink into her.

I couldn’t resist. Gently but firmly, I folded her legs back, angling her hips up until her pussy was fully exposed to me, pink and swollen, her entrance clenching around nothing, slickness coating her thighs. I’d missed this sight, this intimate proof of her desire for me.

Aria’s cheeks burned, her voice shy. "Stop staring..."

I chuckled darkly, eyes locked on her.

"I can’t help it. I’ve got to appreciate my meal before I devour it."

Before she could fire back, I dove in, burying my face between her thighs like a man starved, which I was. My tongue flattened against her slit, lapping up her essence in long, greedy strokes, savoring the tangy-sweet taste that exploded on my senses.

It was intoxicating, her flavor hitting me like a drug, making my cock twitch harder, veins pulsing with the need to claim her.

She gasped, hips bucking as I worked her, tongue delving into her folds, circling her clit with firm pressure, then sucking it between my lips, flicking the sensitive nub relentlessly.

I ate her out with everything: mouth sealing over her, humming vibrations against her core, nose brushing her mound as I thrust my tongue inside, fucking her with it in shallow pumps.

Aria’s moans turned ragged, breaths coming in sharp pants. She ground against my face, smearing her wetness over my chin, and I lapped it up eagerly, addicted to every drop, every quiver.

When her eyes met mine, flushed, pupils blown wide with lust it snapped something in me. I shoved my tongue deeper, spearing into her heat, while two fingers joined, curling upward to drag along that ridged spot inside her walls.

My thumb teased her clit in tandem, rubbing tight circles as I pumped my fingers, stretching her, feeling her clench around me. Her thighs quaked, trying to clamp shut, but I held them wide with my free hand and the press of my shoulders, pinning her open. She had no escape, forced to take the onslaught of pleasure, her body writhing helplessly beneath me.

I felt her building, walls fluttering, breaths hitching into cries. "Kael—oh God—" She shattered, gushing hot and wet over my tongue, flooding my mouth. I drank it all, swallowing greedily even as she weakly pushed at my head, oversensitive and trembling. Only when she went limp did I ease back, licking my lips clean of her.

Aria lay spent, chest heaving, eyes glazed. I stripped off my shirt fully if any remained, then unbuckled my pants, shoving them down to free my cock. It sprang out, thick and rigid, the flushed head leaking precum in heavy beads that dripped onto the sheets.

Her gaze dropped to it, widening with that familiar mix of awe and nerves. "It’s... still so scary," she whispered, biting her lip.

I grinned, predatory and affectionate, stroking myself once to smear the slickness. "And you always take me so perfectly, like you were made for it. Every inch, squeezing me just right."

I dragged her closer by the hips, panties still shoved aside, parting her thighs with gentle insistence. I wanted to be careful, mindful of her body, but the possessiveness roared in my veins, feral and unyielding. Pinning her down with my weight, I notched the tip at her entrance, pushing in slow. She gasped, walls fluttering around the intrusion, still sensitive from her release.

I pulled back, dragging the head along her clit a few teasing times, making her whimper, before pressing forward again, deeper, inch by inch, her warmth enveloping me like velvet fire. It pulled me under immediately, that tight, wet grip threatening to undo me.

Lowering over her, I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her squirms and moans as she adjusted. Her arms looped around my neck, nails digging in my scalp, and I started moving shallow thrusts at first, slow and controlled, even as sweat beaded on my skin from the effort. It was torture holding back, not rutting into her like the animal she made me.

But her pleas, her hips rising to meet me, they chipped away at my restraint. I quickened, driving deeper, burying myself to the hilt with each roll of my hips.

Shifting, I trapped her fully beneath me, pounding with a rhythm that was gentle in name only... firm, insistent, claiming every flutter and clench.

Aria whimpered into my mouth, body arching, and after just a few more thrusts, it hit me like a freight train. I came hard, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, pulsing ropes of heat as her walls milked me dry.

We clung together, breaths ragged, the world fading to just us connected, sated, and utterly lost in each other.

"I’ve missed you like hell Aria."