Chapter 168

Adrian Kael

Since he’s so calm, I let out a sigh as I feel how warm and soft his interior is. I can't control myself anymore; I couldn't care less if he punishes me.

I grab his glutes firmly, making him groan, and without further delay, I thrust my hips upward, hitting his prostate dead-on.

"Fuck, Adrian! Not even a warning… ah, goddammit!" He digs his teeth into my shoulder, wrenching a moan of pleasure out of me.

"Ah, fuck, love… I adore it when you bite me." My voice is hoarse as I bite his ear with desire.

I flip the position and take control, pinning him down. I grab his legs and fold them, leaving his ass completely exposed for me.

"Holy shit… this is a view of paradise," I say, licking my lips hungrily.

Unable to help myself, I press my mouth against him, sucking greedily, not even caring about my own mess dripping down.

"Shit! Stop that, it’s disgusting, fuck!" He tries to push my head away, but I grab his wrist firmly and keep going, licking and sucking without mercy.

I start to stroke myself while I continue to devour him with my tongue.

"Adrian… ah, fuck… why does this feel so good?" I moan, letting out a satisfied smile as I see him surrender completely.

"Love… I want to fuck you on all fours," I ask in a wheedling tone, biting his thigh and drawing a deep sigh from him.

He doesn't say a word; he just turns over slowly, sticking that delicious ass out right in front of me as a silent provocation.

"So hot… you're my greatest sin, love," I say, slowly licking him and sending a shiver through his skin.

"Adrian… Fuck me, dammit!" he pleads breathlessly, his voice heavy with desperation despite the brutality, which makes me smile lovingly.

I kneel on the bed, grab his waist hard, and penetrate him, giving him fast, savage, brutal thrusts until the bed starts to groan under the impact. I lean forward, covering his back in kisses as I continue to move, marking every inch of skin.

I hold his shoulders tight, moving my hips at an almost inhuman speed.

"Yes! Fuck, Adrian! Just like that… keep hitting the spot."

His moans echo like an addictive melody, sounds so pleasurable they sound perfect to my ears.

My eyes fix on his backside and, unable to restrain myself, I start delivering firm slaps. The crack echoes through the cell, mixing with the sound of my brutal, wild, and violent thrusts.

"Ah, Magnus! Love… this feels so good. Squeeze me harder, please!" I beg between moans, and he obeys, tearing an edge-crazed scream out of me. "Yes! That’s it… ah, damn!"

I pull his cheeks apart, watching my cock go in and out of that sinful hole.

"Fuck, love… your ass is so open for me. It’s swallowing me so well."

I run my tongue along the back of his neck while my hands slide over his chest, exploring every curve. I lightly scratch his skin, drawing out moans and causing every shiver to spread through his body.

I go back to slapping him even harder, making him shudder with every impact. The scene draws an insane, almost crazed laugh from me.

"You like it, love? Do you like getting slapped while you're being penetrated? So fucking hot."

My thrusts become even more violent, hitting his prostate over and over again.

"Yes! Go deeper, fuck!" Hearing those words drives me insane, igniting every part of me.

My hands grip the back of his neck tightly, pulling his head back before capturing his mouth in a hungry, almost fierce kiss, devouring every sigh.

While I continue with brutal thrusts, shoving my cock deep inside him, making him moan against my mouth.

"You look like a little slut begging like that, Magnus. But you're my little slut, only mine. If you look at anyone else, I'll kill you. You're fucking mine," I say, growling with possessiveness while I kiss him.

I pull my cock out, letting him fall breathlessly onto the bed.

"Get up and come suck your man," I say seriously, feeling the lust pulse through my entire body like a contained fire.

He throws a look at me over his shoulder, stays firm on the bed, and starts coming toward me, crawling with silent provocation. Without waiting for my order, he takes my cock into his mouth, shoving it all down his throat.

"Yes, just like that, my love." I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his mouth—wet, hot, soft.

I look down and almost have an orgasm just seeing those beautiful eyes staring at me with his mouth full of me. It makes me break into an insane smile; this vision is a sin, something so obscene it borders on the divine.

I run my hand over his cheek, moaning when the tip of his tongue teases the head of my cock.

"I love you. Now, turn that ass back around for me. I want to come inside." He moans softly with my cock still in his throat.

He pulls away slowly, lips still parted, and then turns, sticking his ass up for me again—an invitation so sinful it nearly makes me finish right then.

I spread him open, seeing him twitch, which makes me lick my lips. I brush the head of my hardness against the opening and shove in hard, hitting his prostate.

"Ah, fuck, Adrian… I almost went."

I hold his waist tight and start to move, slowly at first, savoring every second. Gradually, the speed increases, and before I know it, I’m being brutal and violent again.

"Your ass is so good, love… Fuck. Ah, so hot."

I squeeze his waist even harder, knowing my marks are going to stay there, visible for a long time.

I close my eyes, enjoying the soft, hot sensation of his entrance. My thrusts become stronger than before; my climax is approaching, I’m losing control. I push him down flat, without thinking, climbing onto his back, guiding my cock back into him, penetrating him with more force.

"Adrian… Deeper… Deeper, fuck." He bites my shoulder hard.

"Yes. Yes. I'll go deeper." I kiss the back of his neck, never stopping the thrusts. "Ah, Magnus… Love… Damn."

I feel him squeeze me so hard as he reaches his orgasm that I can't hold back anymore, and I end up coming too.

I rest my forehead against the back of his neck; our breaths mingle, panting, filling the cell. My heart races, not much differently from his.

"That was too fucking good." I let out a laugh at his comment.

"Yes, love. It was hot." I kiss his hair tenderly.

Slowly, I begin to pull out of him, already missing the warmth surrounding my cock.

Exhausted, I lie down beside him and place several kisses on his shoulder, drawing a soft laugh from him. He turns on his side, and I take the opportunity to wrap him in my arms, not caring about the smell of sweat.

Being like this, in his arms, is simply wonderful.

"Let’s take a shower, Adrian. We’re too sweaty." I pout, looking up at him.

"Adrian? Back to being Adrian now?" He rolls his eyes, but a smile appears at the corner of his mouth.

"Let’s take a shower, love," he corrects, which makes me smile.

"Of course, my love."

We get up and head to the shower. The hot water pours over us, draining away the exhaustion; the steam covers the tiles, making everything feel almost hypnotic.