Chapter 156

Magnus Hale

Then he spreads my legs wide, exposing me completely, his gaze hungry and almost feverish.

"God…" he pants, smiling like a maniac. "What a perfect sight. I wanted so badly to take a photo and just watch you like this forever."

A snarl leaves my throat, savage.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Adrian!"

His eyes shine even brighter, as if my words were gasoline on a fire. He grips me and accelerates again, every thrust faster and more violent, pushing me to the brink of insanity.

My whole body trembles beneath him, lost in the marvelous sensation of being fucked by this lunatic.

Shit… I never thought being submissive could be like this. This pleasure is brutal, burning, and far more intense than anything I’ve ever felt while being in control.

Suddenly, he slows down, thrusting slowly, deeply, as if he wants to torture me. He leans over me, takes my nipple, and sucks hard, while his hand slides slowly over my body, exploring every inch. It’s as if he’s punishing me with this dragging pace, and it makes me even wilder.

"Adrian…" The words come out sharp and impatient, my breathing erratic. "Stop with this slow-motion shit."

He licks my neck, moves up to my chin, and bites, his teeth sinking into the skin like a brand. His voice comes out hoarse against my mouth.

"I want to savor you, love. Your body is squeezing me so good… The heat inside you is addictive. I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going until dawn. Your face, all smeared with blood."

He moans against my ear, biting my skin.

"It makes everything even more profane, more insane. Especially with that bastard dead right over there. The contrast is perfect, sickly… irresistible."

I lock my legs around his waist, trapping him in me, and the moan that escapes his throat gives me chills all over.

"Fuck me hard, Adrian Kael," I order, my voice hoarse and full of desire.

He snarls, his eyes glowing like those of a beast about to devour its prey. He grabs my legs, folding them against my chest, and begins to move with insane brutality. The thrusts come fast, violent, and precise, hitting my perfect spot over and over, ripping loud, uncontrollable moans from me.

He’s transformed. His speed is superhuman, his countenance taken over by something dark and fascinating. And damn… he’s so beautiful like this.

His pace doesn’t slacken for even a second. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, echoing like an animalistic rhythm. The dense scent of sex, mixed with the still-fresh blood, permeates everything, making every movement more visceral, more insane, and more profane.

He bites my calf hard, leaving the burning mark of his possession, while his hands slide down to my buttocks, spreading me even wider for him. The wet, obscene sound of the thrusts spreads through the room, every impact tearing moans from me that I can't control. It’s pornographic, degrading… and so absurdly pleasurable that I lose myself.

The pleasure doubles, triples, surging through me like an electric current until I can't take any more. I come again, my entire body shaking, my muscles contracting in rhythmic waves, pulling a gasp from me, nearly breathless.

A hoarse sound escapes his throat behind me, his breathing ragged, as he continues to fuck me brutally until he loses control too. With a few more violent thrusts, he explodes inside me, filling me, completing me all at once. I feel his hot cum spread inside me, and it sends another deep shiver through me.

Adrian lowers my legs slowly, as if he still wants to prolong the contact, and leans over me, pressing his sweaty body to mine. He kisses my neck with insane devotion, rubbing his nose against my chin, inhaling my scent as if it were his favorite drug.

"I love you, love." His voice is low, hoarse, possessive, and loaded with certainty.

I don't answer with words. I just hug him back, sliding my hand over the nape of his neck, pulling him against me, forcing him to squeeze me even tighter, as if no space could possibly exist between us.

He starts to pull out of me, withdrawing his hardness slowly. It makes me shiver.

"Damn, I didn't want to come out of you. Your ass is so soft, so warm." He pouts, like a child who didn't get what he wanted.

I roll my eyes at his childishness. I sit on the table, feeling a bit of pain in my back. Suddenly, I feel his cum leaking out, staining the table a bit. But before I could do anything about it, he pushed the semen back inside.

"Keep it until we get to our cell, love."

I stare at him, incredulous.

"I'm going to stay full of cum until we get to our cell?"

He just smiles and steals a quick peck.

"Please… I like knowing that my cum is inside you."

"What are you? A dog, wanting to mark territory?" I say with disdain.

He pouts, a childish gesture that doesn't match the monstrosity he carries at all, and it draws a tired sigh from me. I try to climb down from the table, but my legs fail instantly. If he hadn't caught me, I would have fallen.

"Steady, love," his voice is soft.

Frustrated, I rest my hands on his shoulders and balance myself. He kisses my chin and then quickly puts on his own uniform before grabbing mine. He kneels before me, and, once again, I steady myself on his shoulders while he helps me, foot by foot, to get dressed.

It’s strange… being treated like this.

When he finishes pulling up the fabric, he lets out a satisfied smile.

"There. Perfect as always."

I shake my head, still processing everything. He opens the door, and we step out. To my relief, there’s no sign of his father or the warden.

"Let’s go, love."

He intertwines our fingers, pulling me gently. I walk beside him, limping, my body still aching. My back hurts. My ass hurts. Every step is a reminder of what just happened.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your father?" I ask, curious.

He looks at me and tilts his head, as if I’d asked the silliest question in the world.

"And why should I, love? He already served his purpose: bringing your gift. I don't need anything else from him."

Wow. He really doesn't care. Not even about his own father. But in the end, that's not my problem.

We return to the cell. He locks the bars behind us and turns to me with that usual smile.

"I'm going to help you bathe, love."

He starts to undress me again, removing my uniform with patience. I lean my hands on his shoulders again while he rids me of every piece. Then, he takes off his own uniform, standing naked before me.

We head to the shower. I turn on the handle, and the hot water falls over us, washing our bodies and carrying away the smell of blood, sweat, and sex that still clung to my skin. He approaches from behind, wrapping me in an embrace.

He kisses my shoulder before pulling away to grab the soap. Without rushing, he begins to wash my body with a delicacy that actually unnerves me, as if he were touching something fragile, too rare to exist.

I say nothing. I just close my eyes and let him do whatever he wants. I feel his hands pass over my face, careful, then descending to my shoulders, my chest, and my waist. Every gesture is calm, almost reverent.