Chapter 34 Julien #2
She releases the faintest moan, and I nearly crush the phone.
“FUCK!” Sai explodes on the other end. But now, he’s background noise, because I’m devouring her with my eyes.
“I’m relying on you, man,” he murmurs, voice hazy with need. “Don’t fuck this up. I’ll be there soon.”
The call ends, phone falling onto the mattress—forgotten.
My hand glides to her shoulder, gently guiding her sleeping body until she’s lying on her back. She’s wearing nothing but Kane’s hoodie. Her breaths steady and deep, eyelids fluttering faintly.
My fingers trail down the curve of her bare thigh, it’s like dipping them in the flames of holy fire.
Every touch is so intense, it’s almost painful. Heavenly, intoxicating pain.
I sweep over her shin, her knee, caressing her thigh again until I reach the bottom of the hoodie.
Another soft moan falls from her lips. I shut my eyes, give myself a moment to focus, but when I open them again, her misty gaze meets mine.
She realises where she is, who is beside her, and all sleep disintegrates from her expression, eyes widening.
But it’s too late. I warned her.
I grip her wrists together in one hand, pulling them above her head as I lower my face to hers.
“I told you what would happen if you came,” I murmur. My words are drenched in darkness as my fingers continue to roam the soft skin of her legs, her thighs. “You’re mine.”
The one thing Sai told me not to say, but my mind is hindered by the image of her. The scent. The feel.
All my senses are overwhelmed yet desperate for more.
When my fingers dip beneath the hem of her clothing, reaching the top of her thigh, she squirms. Peering up at me with those large, red eyes—I hold still.
If she says her safe word, if she ends this…
“How did I get here?” Her words are so breathy, her chest rising and falling, and I’m barely touching her.
“You sleepwalked here. Into my bed. After I told you what would happen.”
I never stop the delicate brushes over her thighs, lingering upon the sensitive inner skin. And when I feel them part, I vow I hear angels sing.
“Do you remember the last time I touched you like this, mon ame?”
She wets her lips, and I know she’s picturing it. In Ezekial’s office, on my lap, against my chest.
My fingertips reach the edge of her underwear. I brush the border of the lacey material once, twice—watch her breaths become more laboured.
“And the first time, at the house, with Sai.”
She gives one slow nod, and I reward her with the barest caress over her centre.
But it’s a punishment for me. The feel of her, the heat, the wetness.
I bite my tongue, repeat the action, and her gaze darkens as she pulls against my hold.
“I need retribution for those moments,” I murmur.
Her brows furrow at my words, but when my finger slips beneath her drenched underwear, the tip sliding over her soaking centre, her mouth parts on a soundless pant.
I lower myself, brush my nose with hers, using only the tip of my finger to slide up and down her centre.
“I need this—you.” I try to withhold my growl. “Will you allow that, mon ame?” Our noses skim, my finger never stops. “You will, won’t you? You’ll be good for me. You’re already so wet, so eager. You’ll give me what I desire, won’t you?”
She arches up, her lips ghosting over mine. I hold myself still, my mouth hovering hers, finger sliding down to rest against her entrance.
“Tell me. Tell me you need this.” I push into her, just so the very tip of my finger enters.
“Julien, I…” Those panted words are so delicious; I lean closer to taste them, tongue sweeping into her mouth, collecting more murmured moans, but my finger never moves.
“Say it.” My command rumbles against her lips.
“I—I need it. Please. Julien. Please—”
I’m kissing her, dominating her, consuming her breaths as I slowly slip my finger inside. She stills as she feels me, her back arching higher until her breasts push against my chest.
I’ve never felt her like this before, one finger, barely to the first knuckle, and I’m so close to coming it should be embarrassing.
But I’m not embarrassed.
I’m starving.
Ravenous for more. More of this. Her.
“Barely inside you, and you feel like all my most sinful desires.”
I kiss her again. She tries to cooperate, but she can’t catch her breath, can’t dampen down her body’s reaction to my tedious invasion as my finger enters her fully.
“But you can take more, can’t you? Need more.”
When she feels the tip of my second finger at her entrance, she gasps and tries to squirm away. I tighten my grip on her wrists, my lips still against hers.
“No. This is what you need.” The second tip enters so easily.
Heavens above.
She’s even wetter—so hot.
“Good little empath,” I murmur in a soft growl against her lips. “You’re behaving so well for me.”
I ease it in, deeper, and she gasps.
I swallow that sound until both my fingers are seated fully inside her soaking heat. Then I press my forehead against hers, feel her walls pulse around me.
I groan.
Putain de merde…
I could come this very moment. From just this, just the feel of this.
I take a deep breath, hold it in—try to count, but I don’t make it past one.
When I don’t move, too lost in desperately trying not to come, her hips raise.
“Sois patiente,” I whisper, chuckling at her impatience, but it’s strained.
“Let me have this moment. Let me feel you.” My mouth coasts over hers, our ragged breaths in tandem.
“You may think this is hard for you.” I tense my fingers, curl them slightly, and she immediately moans, sinking back into the mattress. “But it’s harder for me.”
“This… this is torture,” she whispers, whines, and I feel her trying to lift her wrists again, but it’s futile.
“Détends toi,” I murmur over her lips as my thumb lands on her clit. She shudders. “So sensitive.”
She’s so wet that my thumb easily glides over it, up and down.
“Does torture always make you so wet, mon ame?” I finally move my fingers again, pulling them out, all the way to the tips.
“How long have you tortured us, hmm?” I slowly dip them back in.
“Even without intention, you have made us mindless, driven us feral.” Another caress over her clit. “You deserve this, do you not?”
My fingers slide in and out so easily, but I take my time, studying her body whenever they enter fully.
“Say it.” My command is soft, murmured against her cheek as I kiss her.
Which is how I feel the shake of her head.
I huff out a laugh. Even now, with my fingers inside her, my thumb against her pulsing clit, soaking wet, teetering on the edge for so long—she refuses me.
“Little empath, that was a grave mistake.” I trail my lips along her jaw, before nipping it with my teeth. “You were so close. Si proche,” I whisper, moving my fingers at a tediously painful pace.
Deep, then shallow, thumb pressed against her clit. When I feel her trembling—I hold.
She whimpers and the sound… it’s delectable. A soft cry of realisation, of her accepting and losing what I could have given. Her body is so tense, filled with little trembles, building with pressure—pressure that won’t be released.
Not by me alone.
“Now, you’ll have to convince the two of us,” I murmur, gently nipping her lobe.
She stills, head turning to seek me out. Her cheeks are so flushed; I hadn’t even chance to remove her clothing, so desperate to simply feel her.
Luckily, I’m no longer alone.
When Sai enters the room, his markings illuminate the darkness and cast Jasmine’s shaking form in a soft blue light.
“No,” she growls, “no fucking—”
I push my fingers deeper and she chokes on her words.
“Easy.” I brush her clit with my thumb, run my teeth along her throat, anything to drag her back under. “Doucement... sois sage.”
“Don’t be like that, Red,” Sai rasps, staring at her flush face, at the fiery glare she’s delivering his way. While my fingers keep moving steadily inside her, his gaze drops to the sight.
“He hasn’t let you come, has he?” Sai’s voice is a quiet murmur yet thick with arousal.
She doesn’t answer, willingly that is, because I drag another soft whimper from her lips when I go deeper.
“Poor baby,” he whispers, removing his chest plate with quick precision, glancing at me. “Did she not deserve it?”
I lift my face to smile at him. “Not yet.”
Sai tuts, staring down at her on the bed as she glares up at him. But I don’t stop.
I can feel her trying to fight it, trying to be defiant, to deny the pleasure I’m delivering her.
Alas, it only makes me work harder.
When I place a third finger against her entrance, she thrashes, shaking her head, but watching her struggle makes everything intensify.
“We both know you can take it, Red.” Sai’s voice is a deep husk of need as he edges onto the bottom of the bed, watching everything.
I notch the third finger in.
“Fuck,” Sai groans, eyes transfixed. “That’s it. Such a good girl.”
Sai’s hand reaches her foot, slowly pushing it up until her knee bends. He slides it to the side, parting her legs further, allowing us both more access to her.
I push the third finger all the way in.
His markings pulse, his gaze wild as they darken into a deep violet.
“You’re still so tight,” I murmur, needing them both to hear it. This time, they both moan. “Even when you’re dripping wet.”
I increase my pace, plunging all the way in and almost out, before going back. Always brushing her aching clit.
“You’re taking him so well, baby.” Sai’s eyes are fixed upon my hand, gradually pumping in and out. “So fucking well.” When she whimpers at his praise, my cock pulses with the sound.
Slower. We need to go slower.
Sai begins to shift closer, until Jasmine’s foot lifts, prodding him in the chest—halting him.
My grin is so painfully wide it briefly distracts me from my achingly hard erection.
“Did I say… y-you could… touch me?” she pants.
The Holy Mother of Darkness may need to resurrect my immortal soul because I believe my heart just stopped.
And from my dear friend’s expression, I think we may need a second resurrection.