Chapter 19
Nineteen
NATASHA
God, I missed him. And now that I’m in his arms, I don’t ever want him to leave again. Julian has quickly become my safe place. The house was so quiet without him in it, but the second he walked through the front door, the entire energy of the house shifted. It finally felt like a home again.
Julian is my home.
“I need you naked, Angel,” he growls and sets me on my feet before he lifts my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
I was dressed for bed, so I’m not wearing anything under it, and his eyes fall to my breasts, making my nipples harden.
God, I love the way he looks at me. Like he wants to devour me. “Your body is perfect.”
“I don’t—”
“Perfect,” he insists as his fingers slip into the elastic of my shorts, and he nudges them down until they pool around my feet, and I kick them aside.
“You’re way overdressed, Mr. Stavros.”
His lips twitch with amusement, and his fingertips drag over my hips and up my sides, making me shiver, and goose bumps break out over my skin.
“If I take my clothes off, I’ll be inside you in about two seconds.” His lips are next to my ear, his hands skimming over my skin, and holy God, I want him.
“Great. Sounds like a solid plan.”
His hot eyes find mine, and his mouth kicks up in a grin. “You like that idea?”
“Best idea I’ve ever heard.” My hands dive for his shirt, unfastening the buttons as quickly as I can, and when he’s finally standing before me, gloriously naked, I bite my lip and take a deep breath. “Wow.”
Julian laughs and backs me up against the bed, kissing me as I scoot back toward the pillows, and then I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on as he devours me.
His tongue is bold, but not too much, as it slides against my own, and his hand glides down my body, over my breast and stomach, until his fingers drift through my slit, making me gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so damn ready for me.” He drags his nose over mine. “So fucking soft and wet and ready. I’m so sorry that it’s taken us so long to get here, but there will be no interruptions tonight. I promise you that.”
“I’ve been wet from the second I saw you.” I’ve never been this bold with my words before, but my husband seems to enjoy it when I tell him how I feel. What I want. What I like.
And I’m not even sure what I like, exactly.
But Julian’s amazing mouth all over my body is fantastic.
“You’re delicious,” he mutters as he nibbles his way down my neck. “So fucking irresistible. I was going to spread you out and bury my face in your pussy for about an hour, but I don’t have any patience left, Angel, so that’s going to have to wait.”
“Great. I can’t wait for you either.” I reach down between us and grip onto his hard, velvety shaft, and Julian groans against my neck. “Please, I need you, Julian.”
“Christ, I can’t deny you anything.”
He leans up and watches as I guide him to my entrance, and when he starts to push in, I bite my lip, bracing myself for the pain.
Oh God.
He’s so damn big, I’m not sure how he’s supposed to fit, but I’m so turned on, I can’t stop him. I don’t ever want him to stop. I need this powerful, amazing man inside me like I need air.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.” That makes me purr, and he grits his teeth as he pushes further. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”
And when he meets resistance, his eyes fly open, and he stares down at me with a combination of wonder and concern.
“Jesus, are you—?”
I nod and bite my lip. “Please don’t stop.”
“Baby, I . . . Christ.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine. “This is going to hurt, sweetheart.”
I lift my hips, and squeeze around him, making him swear under his breath, and then he pushes all the way in, until his hips meet my body, and we both gasp, our eyes pinned to each other.
“I’m sorry. Shit, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my goddamn life.” He peppers kisses on my cheek and neck, soothing me. “Breathe for me, Angel.”
I take a deep breath and shiver when his lips ghost over that spot on my neck that makes me crazy.
“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back.” My nails dig into his ass, pulling him closer. “Never. Fuck me, Julian.”
He growls and pulls out, until just the tip is still inside, and then he pushes back in, and my muscles relax, and a pleasure that I’ve never felt before takes over.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so damn amazing,” he murmurs before pulling my nipple into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. His body is just incredible, his abs flexing as he rolls his hips, fucking me so well, this must be what heaven is like.
He looks down between us and stops moving altogether.
My eyes follow his, and for a minute, seeing my blood on him makes me want to hide my face again, but then he swipes his thumb over his shaft, wiping up the blood, and he licks it off, his black gaze holding mine.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“Your virgin blood on my cock is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He starts to pound into me, as if his restraint has snapped, he covers my mouth, and I can taste the coppery essence of my blood on his tongue.
It doesn’t disgust me.
It makes me . . . lose my damn mind.
I rake my fingernails down his back, and he bites my lower lip, and then he’s fucking me hard and fast, one hand on my throat and the other planted on the bed just above my head, staring down at me like I’m his whole world.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re mine, Natasha. Do you understand? This virgin pussy is mine.”
“I’m all yours,” I manage to say before my core tightens and I feel an orgasm building that might just make me pass out. “Julian.”
“That’s right, baby. Fucking hell.” I squeeze around him and his jaw clenches, and then he’s coming with me, his hips jerking against me as he comes apart, and then he curls around me, holding me so tenderly, so lovingly, that it brings tears to my eyes.
This is how it’s supposed to be, and I’m so relieved that my first time was here, with Julian.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of me, and then brushes his finger through my slit, gathering our cum and my blood, and he looks so damn pleased with himself, I can’t help but chuckle.
“You find this funny?”
“I think I’m delirious, and you look incredibly pleased with yourself.”
His face softens, and he paints our mess over my lower lip.
Without being asked, I sweep my tongue over that lip, and his eyes dilate.
“You’re fucking perfect for me.”
“Good because you’re stuck with me.”
Suddenly, Julian rolls off me and pulls me from the bed, leading me to the bathroom.
“I’m going to clean you up,” he says as he turns on the shower. “And then I’m going to fuck you against that tile.”
“That’s the second-best idea I’ve heard all night.”