Chapter 41 #3
He moved closer, sliding his arms around my waist, and I didn't pull away. His warmth seeped into me, steadying me when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.
“Well,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I know another way you can burn off all that angry energy.”
My breath hitched. I should say no. Should put distance between us. Should do anything except what I was about to do. But I was so damn tired of should. So tired of being careful and controlled and thinking three steps ahead.
“Show me,” I whispered.
Julian answered by taking control again, turning me so my back met the wall beside us as his body followed, solid and unyielding.
His grip tightened just enough to make my pulse race, holding me there while his mouth claimed mine, slow and deliberate this time, like he was savoring the split second before everything tipped over the edge like it always did when it came to the two of us.
The tension coiled tight, sharp and unavoidable, until my body arched instinctively toward him, silently begging for more.
I writhed under his hands, and he let go of my wrists, freeing me to touch him however I wanted. Hunger coursed through my veins as I fumbled with his waistband, fingers diving into his pants with single-minded focus. Fuck foreplay. I needed him buried inside me right fucking now.
When I freed his erection from his pants, it jutted out, swollen and veined, practically demanding attention.
I wrapped a hand around his length while he yanked my jeans down past my hips.
I kicked them off impatiently, stroking him firmly as desperation built between us, and he grabbed my ass and hoisted me up, my thighs locking around his waist.
"Fuck, Violet. I need you now," he growled.
"Please," I gasped, gripping him tighter and positioning him at my entrance. He shifted his hold, angling himself perfectly, and the instant I let go, he drove forward, burying himself completely in one powerful stroke.
A sharp cry tore from my throat as my arms flew around his neck. He withdrew and plunged in again, sending tremors through my entire body. The rough sounds escaping him made it obvious he was just as desperate as I was.
His pace was relentless and punishing, each thrust pushing me closer to the brink. My fingernails carved into his shoulders, and when he rasped my name, teetering on the edge himself, satisfaction curved my lips into a devious smile.
“Wait. Just a little slower,” I panted. “I want that right now.”
He groaned in frustration. Still, he played along, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonizing precision, filling me gradually until we were both half-mad with it. "Violet," he ground out through clenched teeth as he pulled back once more.
My vision blurred, and as he thrust forward again, pressure coiled tighter inside me, ready to snap. “Don't stop," I breathed, deliberately tightening around him.
My head fell back, consciousness narrowing to nothing but the overwhelming pleasure consuming me, and Julian groaned again, his fingers digging hard into my ass cheeks.
I took over then, bouncing frantically as I rolled my hips, impaling myself while his hand found my throat. His fingers pressed against my windpipe, restricting my breathing, which only made me move faster, harder.
Sweat slicked our bodies, and when Julian couldn't surrender control for another second, he grabbed my waist, flipped me onto the bed, and took me from behind, my torso pressed flat against the sheets while my hips stayed elevated.
The angle let him penetrate even deeper, pounding into me relentlessly as I slipped my hand between my legs, frantically circling my clit. “God, Julian,” I bit out, my free hand clutching the bedding. “I'm close. So close.”
“Let me feel it, baby,” he rasped, his jaw clenched. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I obeyed, muscles clamping down as my climax exploded through me, bright and shattering. My vision whited out as my body convulsed violently, pleasure fragmenting me into a thousand pieces.
As I pulsed around him, I cried out again, loving how his strong grip tightened on my hips. He thrust once more, and that final stroke made him come undone, his release flooding into me as he came with a rumbling groan.
As we both floated back down from our highs, he collapsed beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms. I curled against him, knee hooking over his hip as I felt his release seeping out of me; evidence of our intimacy that I secretly loved.
My fingertips traced lazily across his chest, and I exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. “Wow,” I murmured. “You were right. That did help me.”
Julian huffed a quiet laugh at that, and his arm stayed warm and solid around me as my breathing finally evened out. The rage I’d felt earlier had burned itself down to embers, no longer threatening to consume me whole.
It didn’t mean I was done. It didn’t mean I’d forgiven or gotten over anything. It just meant I could think straight again. Tomorrow was still coming, heavy and inevitable, and Cherry would still be waiting on the other side of it. But for the first time all night, I knew I’d be ready for her.