40. June #2
“Do you have any concept of how long I’ve longed for this?
” he growled, his voice vibrating. “How many goddamn nights I tore myself apart in the dark, losing my mind over the sounds you’d make when I finally take what’s mine?
I have waited too long for this, June. I’ve craved it, like it’s a sickness.
And now that I’m finally sinking my teeth in… I am never going to stop taking.”
He drove himself inside me slowly.
I choked on a broken scream, my eyes flying wide as the brutal, tearing invasion hit me, forcing my body to rigidly lock against him. A blinding, white-hot burn ripped right through my core, tearing a sob from my lips as my nails gouged deep into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
Julian froze. A feral groan ripped out of his chest, his entire frame shaking under my hands as he battled against the sick urge to just bury himself to the base immediately. He dropped his forehead against mine, his breathing a harsh, frantic gasp.
“Breathe,” he ordered, his voice vibrating with a soft dominance.
He refused to retreat a single inch, remaining buried while I stretched around the thickness of him.
My hands gripped his shoulders, my bracelet hitting his skin with a faint jingle.
The tearing pain faded and eventually bled into a heavy, consuming fire that made my hips twitch with a twisted, desperate compulsion.
“Julian,” I sobbed.
He pulled back, and then he thrust hard.
The first drag of his skin against mine was devastating.
He moved slow, testing exactly how much ruin I could take.
With every heavy push, the agony twisted into a euphoric haze.
As his pace accelerated, any trace of the boy I used to know was obliterated.
He moved with a raw, possessive intensity, his hands pinning me down as something took over him.
His large hand clamped my jaw in a vice as his fingers pinched my skin to hold my face perfectly still as he drove relentlessly deep inside me. His gaze was terrifying—captivated and mesmerised.
“Open,” he commanded, the dark vibration of his voice sending a shiver up my spine.
I choked on a gasp, my mouth falling open immediately in submission. He hovered over me, his breathing heavy, and let a hot drip of his saliva fall straight into my mouth. It was a sick, filthy act. The feral degradation of tasting his spit sent a scorching, thrill through me.
“You are mine,” he growled, the words a guttural chant that perfectly matched the brutal thud of his hips driving into mine. "My dark little secret. My beautiful ruin. Mine to unmake, piece by piece.”
I tossed my head back, my hair spilling over the edge of the heavy timber, my untamed moans tearing through the cabin.
As his pace shifted from a slow burn to a desperate, frenzied tempo, I watched the thick muscles in his arms cord and flex as he gripped my thighs, anchoring me mercilessly to the wood.
His dilated eyes dropped, watching the way my body blindly took the brutality of his thrusts.
Suddenly, his hand flew up, his heavy palm slapping against the soft curve of my breast with a sharp, vicious slap.
A choked half sob ripped from my throat, my spine bowing off the table as a blinding flash of pain curdled into a dark, filthy pleasure.
Before I could even drag air into my lungs, his massive hand clamped down over the stinging flesh.
His fingers splayed wide, crushing my breast with a territorial force that pulled another broken sound from my chest.
He didn’t let up. He watched the way my body moved with every brutal slam of his hips, his jaw locked in a lethal line.
I saw the instant death of his restraint—the years of suffocating distance—all of it burning to the ground right now in this freezing cabin.
He leaned down, hovering just above my face, his breath hot and frantic against my mouth.
“Fuck, June,” he choked out, “Fuck… you take me so well.”
He chanted it over and over, a dark, filthy mantra as he drove deeper stretching me until the edges of my vision went black. I stared up at him, captive to the terrifying, unhinged look on his face.
The heavy tension finally hit a breaking point. I could feel it coming. I gouged my nails deep into his tattooed skin as Julian abandoned all restraint, his movements turning into a heightened, unhinged assault on my body, his breath tearing out in desperate gasps.
“Look at me, June,” his large hand clamping firmly around my throat, pinning my head in place.
The crushing weight of his body, the filthy taboo of his claim, and decades of starved obsession between us, finally pushed me over the edge.
Julian felt my body seize around him. A feral, broken moan, ripped from his chest, his hands locking onto my hips with bruising force as he drove himself to the base.
Just as my vision splintered into total darkness, his frame went rigid, and he emptied himself deep inside me, branding me from the inside out.
For a long time, the freezing cabin was dead silent except for the sound of our breathing. Julian dropped his body weight over me, burying his face in my neck, drenched in sweat and the heavy scent of sex and total destruction.
That was definitely worth the wait.