Chapter 9
CATALINA
This horse has to be the strongest horse that has ever lived. When Julian suggested we should ride together and brought his favorite horse along, I wasn’t sure the animal would take the two of us. But it did. It didn’t even falter when Julian climbed behind me.
“It’s so amazing, isn’t it?” I ask, grinning like a fool as we make our way around the lake.
“How strong these animals evolved to be. And they sleep so little. It amazed me when I had this class on horse physiology and learned they only need a couple of hours’ sleep every day.
I wish I only needed that. There’s so much I could read. ”
His low chuckle hits my neck, the warm breath making goosebumps ride down my arms. “I hate to admit it, kitten, but I wouldn’t mind sleeping only two hours every day too.”
“Well, but you would use it to work.”
“Oh, so the books you’d read would not be veterinarian textbooks?”
I press my lips together. How can he read me so well?
We’ve been together for a little over a week.
It’s been only days since my father left, dragging me with him.
Days since the others went back to their everyday lives, and I stayed.
I stayed with Julian, only the two of us, living in this paradise.
He curls his fingers around my waist, pressing me to his hard body.
I feel everything, including a hard length between my ass-cheeks.
Warmth crosses my face. We have fucked every single day since I moved back in here, and even so, it still gets me all flustered.
When am I going to get used to this man?
“Tell me more about the horses,” he asks me, but his voice is gravelly, rough with need. Desire races through my body to his. Unstoppable. Blinding.
I babble another few details, but they’re empty and make little sense.
My cheeks are hot now, even when the breeze kisses my face.
Julian’s strong fingers keep a firm grip around my waist, his hardness stroking up and down my bottom.
Is he even aware of what he’s doing? Does he know he’s making my panties grow slick?
We move toward the stables, my heart beating irregularly in my chest. The horse ambles, ignorant of my plight.
When we’re finally under the protection of the roof, the horse stops, and Julian drops first. Since the first time, he always drops first, then helps me down.
I don’t tell him I can do that by myself because I enjoy his body against mine.
Julian holds me tight, enormous hands cradling my hips, and I descend the horse. He puts me down slowly, the backside of my body stroking his, from his stomach to his hard member. My ass follows the line of his hardness, and I gasp against his hold.
My feet touch the ground, but my knees quiver. I almost lose my balance, the heat making my mind foggy. Julian shoots a hand out, pressing it to my stomach, holding me up.
“Everything alright?” he breathes against my ear. Every nerve ending in my body buzzes.
I nod, turning to face him. “It’s just... you.”
“Me?”
I lick along my lips. His gaze fastens on the motion, hypnotized. “You make me feel... special. Confident and shaky at the same time.”
A slight smile curls the corner of his lips. “You are special, beautiful. And you see a man like me, big and...” He shakes his head once. “You see me, and you’re not afraid. I still can’t fathom how you like what you see.”
This time, I have to laugh. “I tell you the same. Curvy girls like me don’t end up with their princes.”
A grin. “Good thing I’m not a prince.”
“No, you’re not.” And that smile on his face makes me quiver harder. I tilt my head up, asking for a kiss, and he gives me so much more. He gives me everything.
Julian devours my lips, his body pressing to mine. Arms fold around me, locking me against his chest. His warmth seeps into me until he is all I feel.
He walks me backward until my back hits one of the stalls. Just like that day. Just like the day I thought he would take me. This time, he does. Big hands keep a hold of my body. His tongue strokes mine with sensual, languid moves. I moan against him, and he devours every sound.
Once he’s sure no one will walk in on us, he tugs my leggings down, flipping me until my chest presses to the rough wall of a stall.
Julian grunts in pleasure when he sticks a hand between my thighs and finds me soaking for him.
He kisses down my shoulder, playing with a nipple in his hand as he brings me over the edge once.
Cock cradled between my ass-cheeks, he works me again until I come twice.
Only then does he enter me. Only then does he push inside with small thrusts, torturous moves of his hips until he’s seated inside me.
My inner walls flutter around him, and I cling to the stall wall with my nails, my knees about to give way.
Julian holds me up, an arm around my waist, then he moves.
With every pump, I see stars. I’m hyper-sensitive, willing, electrified. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Pleasure ignites inside me.
Julian presses his lips to my ear. “I love you. So fucking much.”
And his words shudder through me, every time. I’m on the edge when I part my lips. “I love you too. So, so much.”
And he licks along my neck, making goosebumps pop down my flesh, then he fucks me. His inhibitions fall through, the care peeling away, and he truly fucks me. With every round of sex, he marks me harder. Makes me his.
Claims me.
Soon, I’m going back to college. To my exams and my books. But even then, I know his love will follow me. I know what we have is real. It feels special when he grunts, spilling his seed inside me, then holds me to his chest, our bodies connected in the most intimate way.
I can feel it. This is forever.