Chapter 15 ½
Julian
The second the hotel room door clicked shut behind us, I grabbed her.
No hesitation. No patience. My hands were already in her hair, her lips already parting for me like we’d been holding our breath all damn day.
She tasted like heat and revenge and the kind of power I had never felt outside of her.
I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode across the suite like a man possessed, not stopping until I threw her onto the bed.
Her body hit the silk comforter with a bounce, legs still dangling off the edge.
She looked up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, breathing fast. Fuck, she was already gone—already in the headspace I needed her to be.
Not thinking about what happened. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the desperate tension in her posture.
She was exactly where I wanted her.
“Take a breath,” I said, undoing my shirt one button at a time. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping. I’m in control tonight.”
I usually liked it when she ran the show—fucking me, controlling me, using me. The euphoria I got from it was as dangerous as broken glass. But tonight, she needed to be unmade.
“You give everything to everyone else,” I murmured, sliding the shirt off and letting it drop. “Tonight, you just feel.”
She nodded, slow and shaky. I stepped between her thighs, dragging my knuckles along the inside of one. Her skin was hot. The fabric of her panties was soaked—clinging to her like a second skin. I pressed my fingers against the lace, right over her slit. She flinched, a low gasp escaping her.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “You’re already dripping through these. You that turned on, sweetheart?”
Her breath caught. “Yes…”
I leaned in and kissed her—deep and dirty, tongue sliding past her lips like I owned her mouth. I caught her wrists and slammed them into the mattress above her head.
“You keep these here. You move them, I tie you up. Understand?”
“I won’t,” she whispered.
yanked her dress up and over her head, then discarded her panties. Her pussy glistened—brown and pink, swollen, and slick. I spread her open and let out a low growl. “Fucking perfect.”
I leaned down and dragged my tongue through her slit, tasting her. She cried out, her back lifting off the bed. I didn't stop. I licked her like I meant it—relentless. My tongue circled her clit until her legs were shaking around my head.
“Please—”
“You’re gonna cum on my tongue,” I growled, “and then you’re gonna take every inch of dick I give you.”
She came fast, her body jerking as she lost control. I stood up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and unzipped my pants. My dick sprang free—hard enough to hurt.
“You ready for this?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes dazed.
I stared down, my eyes tracing the stretch marks on her skin, the soft, round places that felt like heaven against my hardness—lush, warm, meant to be devoured. Her security in her body was a goddamn turn-on.
I slid onto the bed, covering her with my weight. I pushed in slow, inch by inch, until I bottomed out inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.
“Eyes on me,” I growled, gripping her jaw. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”
She blinked up at me, pupils blown wide. “You’re so… deep. I want it, move.”
I started to move—long, hard thrusts that had her nails digging into the sheets. “You feel that? That’s your pussy choking my dick.”
She moaned—loud, shameless. I grabbed her throat—not to choke, just to hold—and fucked her harder, grinding my hips until she was flushed and covered in sweat.
“Come again,” I said through gritted teeth. “Right now.”
She came with a scream, back arching. I didn’t stop. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and slammed back into her from behind. Skin on skin. Filthy.
“Say it,” I growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her back. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she cried out.
I pounded into her until I was right there—balls tightening. “Take it,” I growled, slamming in one last time. I exploded inside her, holding her still, claiming every inch.
She collapsed, panting into the sheets. But I wasn’t finished with her. Not even close.
I pulled her off the bed. She stumbled, then steadied.
“On your knees,” I demanded. “Mouth open.”
She dropped instantly—knees hitting the carpet, hair a mess. I stood over her, veins throbbing. I dragged the tip across her lips, smearing our combined mess across them like gloss.
“You look almost holy like this,” I said, stroking her cheek. “Needing me more than your body knows how to understand.”
I slid into her mouth. Wet heat surrounded me. I gripped the back of her head and held her there. “Take it. Earn it.”
Her throat spasmed around me, spit running down her chin. Her tears spilled freely, streaking her face. She looked ruined. Completely and beautifully ruined. I pulled out to watch her gasp for air, eyes glazed. Her mouth opened again immediately. She wanted more.
“You’re already such a fucking mess,” I said. “And you’re still begging for it.”
And that’s what undid me. I shoved back in, harder this time, hips snapping forward as her throat clenched tight. I pulled back, stroking myself fast, watching her kneel there.
“Open,” I ordered, my breath ragged.
I broke. Hot cum spilled across her tongue and lips. She didn’t flinch. Just knelt there, still. Waiting.
I laughed, breathless. “Look at you,” I whispered. “You wear me so well.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into my lap—not because she needed it, but because I wanted to feel her tremble against me.