Chapter 517. I Can Feel How Much She Loved Me... Especially That Leg-Lock!**

Chapter 517: 517. I Can Feel How Much She Loved Me... Especially That Leg-Lock!**

William was beyond the point of gentle seduction; he was operating on pure, unfiltered instinct. The sight of Kaela flushed, soaked in her own fluids, and completely undone triggered something darker and more dominant within him.

He needed to see her submission from a different angle, to feel her surrender not just emotionally, but physically.

Reaching down, he wrapped his powerful arms around her entire body, lifting her off the mattress momentarily before flipping her over with effortless strength.

He pressed her down until her chest and stomach were crushed against the sheets, forcing her into a vulnerable position on all fours.

Her silver hair was splayed across the pillows like spilled mercury, her ass arched high in the air, presenting herself to him in the most shameless display possible.

Before she could even gasp at the sudden change, William moved behind her. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, and wrapped one large hand around her throat.

Not enough to truly harm her, but enough to apply a firm, possessive pressure that made her breath catch and her eyes go wide.

Simultaneously, his other hand came around to cover her mouth, muffling her startled moan.

The combination of the constriction at her throat and the silencing of her voice sent a shockwave of forbidden arousal through her.

She could only make wet, desperate sounds behind his palm as she felt the heat of his body looming over her.

William held her there for a heartbeat, savoring her helplessness, before he abruptly released both her throat and her mouth.

He planted his hands flat against the mattress on either side of her hips, using them as leverage to brace himself.

"Now," he growled, his voice vibrating against her spine. "Let’s see how much you can really take."

Without warning, he drove himself back into her. The impact was devastating.

Because she was on all fours, the angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper than before, his cock punching straight against her most sensitive depths.

"MMMPH...! AAAAAAHHHHH!" Kaela’s muffled cry turned into a full-throated scream as she felt him re-enter her with such violent force.

Instead of collapsing, Kaela leaned into the sensation. She was intoxicated by his dominance.

To give him better access, she braced herself on her elbows and pushed her hips backward, arching her ass higher and higher until it was a perfect, inviting target for his assault.

She began to meet every one of his thrusts by grinding her pelvis back against him, creating a wet, grinding friction that sounded like a storm breaking.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Squelch.

William watched from above, his vision tunneling. The sight of her arched back, her pale skin slick with sweat, and the way she was actively helping him destroy her was more than he could bear.

Her hips were moving in perfect synchronization with his thrusts, her cunt clenching around him with every backward grind.

’She’s grinding her hips against me while cumming...’ William thought, his mind fracturing as he watched her climax begin to build again. ’So fucking hot... she’s fucking perfect.’

"Yes! Yes, William! Harder!" Kaela screamed, her voice raw and wrecked.

Her hips worked like pistons, driving herself onto him. "Fuck me from behind!"

"Claim me! Ahhhh! Nnngh!"

The rhythm became frantic. William was no longer just fucking her; he was trying to claim her soul through her body.

Each thrust was accompanied by the wet sound of his cock sliding through her overflowing juices, the spray of her arousal hitting the mattress.

Kaela was lost in a delirium of sensation, her moans turning into high-pitched, keening cries that echoed off the chamber walls as she pushed herself to meet his relentless pace, her body shaking with every thunderous impact.

The intensity in the room was suffocating, charged with a raw energy that felt almost supernatural.

William, feeling the need to reconnect with the woman behind the pleasure, reached down and gripped her shoulders.

With deliberate strength, he maneuvered her back onto her back, turning her body over once more until she lay panting on the silk sheets.

The moment she settled, Kaela immediately brought both hands up, covering her face.

"Don’t look at me right now, William," she muffled through her fingers, her voice thick with exhaustion and shame. "My face... it looks completely fucked up."

"I must look like a disaster."

William let out a low, rumbling chuckle that sounded like rolling thunder. He leaned over her, his massive frame casting a shadow across her body.

"Let me see your face, Kaela," he commanded, his voice soft but laced with an undeniable authority. "I want to see exactly what I’ve done to you."

Kaela hesitated, her chest heaving. Then, slowly, she nodded. She lowered her hands inch by inch, revealing her features.

Her hair was a tangled mess across the pillow, her cheeks were flushed a deep, feverish scarlet, and her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses.

To add insult to her self-consciousness, her tongue involuntarily flicked out between her teeth, damp and pink, a residual reflex from the climax that had just shattered her.

William stared at her for a long moment, his eyes darkening with appreciation.

"Damn..." he breathed, his gaze raking over her wrecked features. "That face is really something..."

"You look like you’ve been thoroughly claimed."

Kaela let out a breathless, embarrassed whimper. "Ahhnnn~! Williammmm~!"

"You peeerrvv~!" she accused playfully, though there was no real heat behind the words, only affection and lingering arousal.

The accusation was met with a smirk. William descended, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was hungry, tasting of their shared sweat and the metallic tang of passion.

As their tongues tangled, Kaela felt something that made her gasp into his mouth: even as they kissed, William’s cock, still buried deep inside her, seemed to grow even harder, pressing against her cervix with renewed purpose.

"I love it..." she whispered against his lips mid-kiss, the words tumbling out between wet breaths. "I love how you feel... so deep inside me..."

William pulled back just enough to look into her blown-out pupils, his thumb tracing her swollen lower lip.

"I know you love it deep, Kaela," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can feel how much you crave it."

"Every time I hit that spot, you shake like you’re about to break."

"Then break me again," she begged, her hips rolling involuntarily beneath him, seeking that devastating friction.

William didn’t need to be told twice. He shifted his weight, bracing himself above her as he began to move again.

This time, the rhythm was different, slower, and more deliberate, with each thrust designed to maximize the stretch and the sensation of fullness.

Squelch... squelch... squelch.

The sound of his cock sliding through her slick interior filled the space between their words.

"Yes... oh gods, yes..." Kaela moaned, her head tossing side to side as the pleasure began to build anew. "Fuck, William... you’re so big... you’re touching everything..."

"This spot?" he asked darkly, thrusting upward to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her cunt.

"AAAAAHHNNN!" Kaela’s scream was cut short by another kiss, but her body told the story.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in, her heels digging into his lower back to pull him as deep as humanly possible. The room became a sanctuary of wet sounds and desperate cries as they dove back into the abyss of their shared desire.

The air in the room had grown thick enough to taste. It was a heavy, intoxicating cocktail of salt, musk, and the overwhelming pheromonal sweetness of Kaela’s arousal.

William felt as though he were drowning in it, each breath drawing the essence of her into his lungs, making his head swim with a dizzying, euphoric haze.

Kaela, sensing his momentary trance, decided to tighten her grip on him. She wasn’t content to simply receive; she wanted to imprison him.

With a sudden, fluid motion, she wrapped both of her toned legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his lower back.

This leglock created a vise like pressure, clamping his hips flush against hers and making it physically impossible for him to withdraw.

She had anchored him to her core, ensuring that every thrust would be absolute, every penetration unescapable.

"You’re not going anywhere, Instructor," she gasped against his ear, her breath hot and ragged. "You’re trapped here with me."

William groaned, a sound that was half protest and half surrender. The added pressure of her thighs squeezing his hips only served to intensify the sensation of being buried inside her.

The friction was now relentless, the wet sounds of their joining squelch, schlick, and slap sounding louder than ever in the charged silence between her cries.

"William Wade..." she moaned, her voice breaking with emotion. "I love you... oh gods, William, I love you! Nnnngh ahhh!"

Hearing those words, spoken with such raw honesty amidst the chaos of their lust, sent a shockwave through William’s entire system. His head began to spin.

It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, though; the feeling of her walls milking him was beyond anything he had ever experienced. It was the psychological surrender.

To be wanted like this, to be loved in the middle of such debauchery, made him feel invincible and vulnerable all at once.

"I’ve got you, Kaela," he rumbled, his voice thick with emotion as he drove into her again, harder than before. "I’m right here."