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Chapter 112\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 112\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hades\u00a0<\/p>\n
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155 Jouch\u00a0<\/p>\n
Do you know how it feels to have what you want right in front of you, and yet you can\u2019t have it? Not because it isn\u2019t yours, but because you\u2019re holding yourself back from ruining it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was the kind of hell I was in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet lay naked in my bed, her warmth wrapped around me, her soft body pressing against mine. My cock was already buried deep inside her, yet I couldn\u2019t move, even with a single thrust. Every muscle in me trembled with restraint.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even after spilling inside her, I wasn\u2019t satisfied. Satisfaction was supposed to follow release, wasn\u2019t it? But release didn\u2019t bring relief. It only sharpened the ache. I wanted to take her again, to lose myself in her until nothing else existed, until my body stopped functioning altogether. But knowing me, even that wouldn\u2019t be enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not touching her was impossible, especially now, when I finally had her to myself. Asking me not to move, not to claim her, was like asking a man not to breathe when there was air all around him. I needed her to live. I craved Violet the way humans craved oxygen, only air didn\u2019t moan your name in its sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She moaned for me, her lips parting, whispering my name. Her body responded even in her dreams, by how her wetness kept soaking my cock, by how she clenched around me so tightly it felt like she was trying to pull me deeper. Every breath, every sound, every subtle movement tested the limits of my control.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And God help me, I was losing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stirred, lashes fluttering as her body shifted against mine. She was awake now, and by the way her breath hitched when my hips rolled, she knew exactly what kind of trouble she was in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d waited long enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her back was still pressed to my chest. Fuck, she was still tight. Even after a night of being filled, she felt new again, as if she\u2019d been made for me alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I thrust, Violet?\u201d I murmured against her ear, my voice low as my lips brushed her shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She bit her lip, eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall as if weighing the choice, her chest rising with every shaky breath. Then she exhaled, voice breaking into a desperate moan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cY-yes\u2026. please, daddy. Thrust into me, make me cum.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was all the permission I needed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I drew back slowly, savoring the way every inch of her clenched in protest, then snapped my hips forward, driving into her until I was buried to the hilt. The sound that tore from her lips hit me like fire. One hand gripped her hip, the other pressing her down against the mattress, keeping her exactly where I wanted her as I moved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGod,\u201d she moaned, her voice breaking, back arching beautifully against me, her body squeezing me tightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned over her, chest pressed to her trembling spine, forehead resting against hers as the words tore from me. \u201cFuck\u2026 you\u2019re so tight\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It came out more like a growl than speech, rough and strangled against my lips. She was gripping me so tight I could barely think, her slick clit pulling me in, and wrapping around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked up at her, and she was already half gone. Her mouth parted, her body trembling between pain and pleasure. Her\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 112\u00a0<\/p>\n
lashes fluttered shut as the stretch overtook her, every inch of me filling her until I felt her shudder against my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A stray lock of hair clung to her damp forehead, shadowing those wide, glassy eyes. Fuck. No one should see her like this. No\u00a0<\/p>\n
one but me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I drew back slowly, just to watch the way her lips parted in protest, and then drove forward, burying myself so deep she gasped my name. I did it again, harder this time, each thrust demanding, dragging another sound from her throat, \u201cHaahh!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sound ignited something deep in me. My hand slid up her thighs, tracing the soft curve of her skin before I parted them in one fluid motion. She trembled beneath my touch, and I gripped her legs firmly, steadying her as I drove into her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sharp rhythm of my hips echoed through the room, each thrust deep, until I hit that spot I\u2019d been hunting for.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA-ahhh, yes!!\u201d she cried out, arching, pushing back into me. The way she moved, how she met me halfway, made it impossible to think. The air filled with the slick, wet sound of us, the bed rocking hard beneath us, the headboard slamming the wall in time with every thrust.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was shaking, voice breaking apart as she gasped, \u201cI\u2019m close, daddy\u2026.I\u2019m so fucking close.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHold it,\u201d I growled against her neck, my breath hot on her skin. Her body quivered, her walls tightening around me, begging for release. I wanted it too, but not yet. I wanted to lose it with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2015mgh,\u201d she started, but I tilted her head and captured her mouth with mine, swallowing the sound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I broke the kiss, my voice rough and low against her lips. \u201cYou\u2019re mine, Violet,\u201d I growled. \u201cDo you hear me? Mine. Every part of you belongs to me. And I swear, I\u2019ll burn the world to ash before I let anyone touch what\u2019s mine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was like she couldn\u2019t even hear me, but I didn\u2019t care. My thrusts went wild, chest slick against her back, driving into her harder with each movement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m close.\u201d I panted. Before she could react, I thrust into her roughly, chasing my own release. Her eyes fluttered shut, moans spilling from her lips as she took everything I gave her. I didn\u2019t hold back. My pace shifted, primal, messy, and desperate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho do you belong to? Say it, Violet. Who?\u201d I asked, my teeth clenched, hips punishing her relentlessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She couldn\u2019t hold back. \u201cYours! I\u2019m yours, Hades!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck\u2026 yes. Fucking come for me, princess,\u201d I rasped, losing myself completely. With a savage thrust, I buried myself deeper than ever before, letting go. I groaned as my release poured into her, every pulse sending shivers through my body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I held her close, teeth gritted, as I spilled everything inside her. She shattered with a scream, her body clamping down so tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShit\u2026 Violet,\u201d I groaned, shuddering hard. My thrusts slowed but didn\u2019t stop, grinding deep to make sure she took every drop. She gasped, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes as the aftershocks wracked her body. I felt her clench around me instinctively, milking every last bit of me as I throbbed inside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After I poured myself fully inside her. I pulled out, but my cock was still rock hard. She felt it too, her gasp told me everything I needed to know. I dragged myself along her body, sliding from her clit to the curve of her ass, and growled in\u00a0<\/p>\n
her car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m still hard, princess,\u201d I murmured. \u201cTwo more rounds before I let you leave.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
11:02 Tue, Jan 6 M\u00a0<\/p>\n
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