Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
JULIETTE
This feels like a whirlwind, like it’s all happening at warp speed. I’m not even sure I can breathe. It’s just happening, but my heart races, slamming against my chest harder and faster with each beat. It is just that—a whirlwind.
I just found out his name only moments ago, and here I am—naked—with him inside me. And practically begging for so much more. I would pretty much let this man do just about anything to me with little to no protest.
Maybe asking him to fuck me is the wrong thing to say. I’ve never felt this bold before, but I don’t think I can just let him walk away from me. I watch as his body jerks. I feel it, too, but he stays planted deep. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never asked for anything like this before.
Sex has never been outrageous or wild for me.
It’s never been this good, either.
It’s always been something that seemed forced, even before the real abuse started. It didn’t feel right or wrong. It just was. But with Slade, just his fingers sent me over the edge, but at the same time, he was holding back. I know he was. He wanted to go harder, faster—rougher.
I don’t want him to hold back ever again, not anymore.
If I’m going down this road and ignoring all the promises I made to myself, then I’m going to have a good time doing it.
I’m going to throw all caution to the wind like the idiot I am.
And honestly, I can’t imagine this thing with the beautiful stranger buried inside me is going to last more than a couple of times, so I might as well get the most out of it—the most orgasms, that is.
Because wow.
The one I’ve already had was better than anything I’ve ever experienced before, self-induced or otherwise.
“Jules, if I fuck you, it’s going to be hard. The hold I have on my control is slipping by the second. Being inside you is almost too much.”
I don’t know if I’m doing the wrong thing, but my fingers tighten in his hair again. This time, I draw his face closer to mine. So close that I can kiss him if I lift my head just slightly. I don’t do that, though.
He shifts backward on his knees, his hands gripping my hips, and then he lifts the bottom half of my body, my ass resting against his thighs, never breaking our connection. My entire body breaks out in goose bumps.
“You have to tell me if I hurt you,” he murmurs.
Oh, he’s not going to hurt me. From the way his eyes sparkle, I’m pretty sure this is going to be out-of-this-world amazing. When I clench my pussy around him, he groans, his nostrils flaring at the feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt powerful in my life—until this moment.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he holds me still, and then he moves. He pulls almost completely out of me before he slams back inside, my back shifting up the bed, my breath hitching with the motion.
Wow, oh wow.
Just like when he was working me with his fingers, his gaze is focused on mine, unmoving, unwavering. He shifts almost completely out of me again, then slams back inside a little harder.
“Slade,” I moan as he does it again, and then he stills, his eyes widening, and I notice a concerned expression on his face, maybe because I said his name, but I don’t want him to stop… not now, maybe not ever. “Don’t stop, please,” I whimper.
My words must send something through his body—I’m not sure what—but I like it, because he grips my hip even tighter. His other hand slips between us, and I feel his thumb touch my clit.
Pushing up on my elbows, I focus my eyes on his. “Slade,” I whisper.
He hums, his thumb drawing firm circles against my sensitive clit. I want to come. I want him to make me come. I want to feel everything he has to offer. The way he stretches me and fills me, I’ve never felt this way before.
Not only do I feel like he might actually split me in two, but in the best way. I’m going to be bruised, and it’s going to be the best bruising of my life. He continues to move inside me, harder and faster with each thrust, losing all self-control, and it’s absolutely perfect.
His jaw clenches, his eyes sparkle, his nostrils flare, and his thumb works my clit. I’m so close, climbing higher and higher, and not just from his touch or the way he fills me, but more, the way he looks at me.
I want to come for him. I want to make him happy. I want to give him everything he desires. My thighs begin to tremble, and that’s when I see a muscle twitch in his cheek. Hot. So damn hot.
He growls, fucking me so hard that it’s a wonder I’m not seeing stars, but then something shifts.
“Yes,” I cry out. The word rips from my throat and sounds coarse even to my own ears.
I fall over the edge.
I come, and it’s so intense my entire body trembles. My vision blurs, and that’s when he slams into me so hard that my vision doesn’t just blur. I actually see stars. Beautiful sparkling stars.
He stills.
I feel his cock twitch, then he lets out a groan before he releases his grasp on me. He folds over my body, burying his face in my neck, and I feel his lips touch the side of my throat. He moans against my skin, his tongue sneaking out to taste me.
“Better than I imagined,” he murmurs.
Wrapping my arms around him, I wonder if this could be anything real?
I’m not sure it is. It feels like it’s a dream.
Like it’s my imagination playing tricks on me.
I can’t trust myself, and I just threw so much caution to the wind that now that I’m coming back to earth, I’m worried that I just fucked everything up for myself.
I don’t know what to say. I’m afraid that I’m going to break the spell, that I’m going to mess everything up, so I don’t speak. I just hold on to him, wondering if my hands fall away, will he just vanish?