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Chapter 165\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sat there, breathless, my body trembling, lungs heaving as I tried to catch my breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fucking hell. It felt so much better than I ever imagined. I didn\u2019t even know touching myself could feel this good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard, dragging my hair back from my face, and my eyes found him. Hades was still on his knees, his tongue tracing over me greedily, as if he were trying to lick me clean. A small whine slipped from me when I felt him slide against me again, and I couldn\u2019t stop trembling. His hands settled possessively on my hips, holding them apart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked fucking perfect like that. On his knees for me like I was the only woman in the world he\u2019d ever go down for, the only one worth worshiping, and worth tasting like this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finally pulled back, he didn\u2019t say a word. I stared at him, my body still shivering, as he stood, lips glistening with my essence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up at him, and he towered over me, one hand braced on my waist, the other brushing against my cheek, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smiled down at me, that dark, knowing smile, and I shivered under it. I gave myself to him willingly, without hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
These days, I wasn\u2019t the same. I wasn\u2019t the girl who hesitated around him, who held back when she wanted something. I no longer looked at him with fear or caution before surrendering. I wasn\u2019t supposed to want someone like him. I knew the risks. I knew the danger, and I didn\u2019t care. I didn\u2019t care who he was or what he\u2019d done in the past. All I knew was that I wanted him more than I could deny.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And right now, both my heart and my body ached for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He leaned down, voice low, and rough, making me shiver. \u201cAren\u2019t you scared of me, princess?\u201d he groaned, his lips brushing mine, \u201cYou do all this knowing the more you act like this, the less I\u2019ll let you go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at him, my chest rising and falling, and let a small, mischievous smile play on my lips. \u201cWho said I wanted you to let me go to begin with?\u201d I whispered, leaning forward, my fingers tangling in the collar of his shirt. \u201cSo shut up and make love to me, Hades Sinclair.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he could reply, I pulled him down, pressing my mouth against his, tasting myself on his lips. He smirked against me, and then he kissed me back hard, his hands cupping my face, pulling me into him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tongue slid into my mouth, and even though I knew exactly where his tongue had been a minute ago, I didn\u2019t pull away. I didn\u2019t feel disgusted. In fact, I was more aroused than ever. I moaned into him, pressing closer, letting my body melt into his, and letting him consume me the way I had wanted all along.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t catch my breath, every nerve on fire from the way he had kissed me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled back slightly, and before I could even speak, he leaned in again, pressing his lips to my neck. This time he didn\u2019t just kiss, he marked me, nipped at my skin, leaving tiny kisses. His teeth grazed my pulse, tracing down to my collarbone, and I moaned softly, tilting my head to give him better access.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t stay idle. My hands slid over his chest, tangling in the collar of his shirt before moving lower, fumbling with his buttons. My fingers shook as I worked them open, impatient, anil desperate to feel him. He didn\u2019t stop me, not even when I struggled with a stubborn one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the same time, he reached for me, sliding his hands beneath my dress. Leaning back, he lifted the fabric over my head and dropped it carelessly onto the chair. I was completely bare under it. My skin prickled at the cold air and at the heat of his gaze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 165\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked at me, and I felt the flush rise to my cheeks. Even after all the times he had seen me naked, I couldn\u2019t stop feeling shy when I was exposed before him. He smiled at the sight of me, at the redness creeping across my skin, and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI still can\u2019t get enough of how beautiful you are, Violet\u201d he murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My cheeks burned hotter at his words. My heart hammered in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him close. I knew exactly where he was taking me, the jacuzzi on the balcony.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d already heated it, anticipating that would be his choice. A small smile tugged at my lips as I realized he was walking straight into the moment I\u2019d prepared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He carried me there, entering the water first before setting me carefully onto his lap. The warm water enveloped me instantly, making me gasp and moan as it touched every inch of my bare body. I melted against him, pressing myself closer as he wrapped his arms around my waist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He kissed me again, and I kissed him back just as eagerly, grinding my body against his. I felt him stiffen beneath me, every second drawing him closer, desperate to be freed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Between kisses, my hands roamed over his body, sliding down to his belt. My fingers fumbled at first, clumsy against the tight leather as he kissed me like he couldn\u2019t get enough. But I found my rhythm, undoing the belt and tugging it free from his hips. My hands moved to the zipper, and I kissed him deeper, teeth grazing, tongue tangling with his.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I finally freed him, pressing my lips to him, a shiver raced through me at the feel of his hard length in my hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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