Page 63 of Sunrise Malice

“I’m okay though. You saved me.”

“Right now, you are, but I can’t be there every second of every day, and I think Dusan’s going to keep coming for you. I took away his cousin, and now he’s going to try to take away my wife, and I won’t let him do that. I fucking won’t.” His fist slams into the table at his hip and he sucks in an angry breath as he tries to gather himself.

I’m not used to seeing Julien this emotional. It hits me hard, right in the guts, hearing him talk like that and seeing him react as though losing me would be the end of his world.

We’re not supposed to be like this—our relationship isn’t even real—and yet he’s acting like I’m the only important person in his life.

He’s protective and possessive, and the sick part is, I like it.

Iwanthim to act like he’d rather die than let me get hurt.

It scares the hell out of me, but it also makes my heart race with a crazy excitement.

“I’m not your responsibility,” I say weakly. “Seriously Julien, you’ve done enough already.”

He advances toward me. I stare at him as he comes closer. He’s like a lion on the hunt, a predator, a monster, a beast. My mouth waters and I lick my lips as he puts a hand on the small of my back and tilts my chin up toward him with the other.

“You’re my wife, Brianne,” he says with more force and emotion than I can handle. “That means something to me. That meanseverything, and I won’t let anyone touch you. Not ever, not while I’m still breathing.”

“You can’t lock me up,” I whisper as he stares into my eyes.

A gorgeous, dark god of death and ruin. An angry, vengeful monster. A beautiful beast prepared to rip the world to pieces if it means keeping me safe.

“It won’t be forever. But for now, I need you to do what I’m asking. I need you, Brianne.”

Those words.I need you. They make a whimper rise to my lips, and I struggle to swallow it back.

“No,” I say, but there’s no force behind it.

And I crumble the second he presses his lips to mine.

It’s like my brain goes blank. All thoughts, feelings, memories, they’re all wiped clean as Julien kisses me and I throw myself into kissing him back. I’ve been wanting this so badly but I’ve been struggling against myself this whole time.

But he’s right, something did change in that explosion. It cracked inside of him and it shattered inside of me. Now it’s like even if I wanted to stop this—and I absolutely, positivelydo not—I don’t think I could make my body obey my commands anymore.

I’m drawn to him. I’m sucked into him. My mouth parts and his tongue invades me and I take that step?—

I tumble, hard and fast, head over heels.

And I like it.

He undresses me. I feel impatient as I kick my pants aside. His hands are all over my body, caressing my skin, cupping my breasts. We stagger into the bedroom and he shoves me down, staring at me with a simmering desire burning in his gaze. His eyes rake down my skin, lingering on my hard nipples, moving down to my wet pussy and the small burst of groomed hair there, and he licks his lips, my god, he looks like he needs to devour me whole.

Slowly, he takes off his clothes. My mouth falls open as he reveals inch after inch of gorgeous muscle. He’s covered in tattoos, skulls, knives, jaguars, symbols of death and pain, a gorgeous patchwork of images scattered from ripped, defined chest muscles down to the toe-curling beautiful line of hip muscles pointing into his dark boxer briefs. He continues, steps out of his underwear, leaving my heart pounding, as his fist grips his thick, hard cock.

He moves forward, one knee onto the bed, then the other, and he pins me down beneath him. “Should I be gentle with you, my wife?” he whispers.

“Please,” I whimper, and he softly bites my lower lip.

He raises my hands up above my head as he kisses my neck, going slow, taking his time, his hard cock pressed against my body. My pulse skitters in my chest and, dimly, I’m aware that this is really happening, that I’m not stopping him, that I actually want this.

My first time. My very first time.

I’m panting as he licks my nipples. “You’re beautiful, you know that? I can’t stop thinking about you. All fucking day long, I walk around with you in my head, and the best part of my day is coming back to you at night. I need you, Brianne. I need you, my wife.” He licks my belly button then drops to his knees at the end of the bed and spreads my legs.

I moan, back arching, as his mouth finds my soaked pussy.

He laps me up. It feels so fucking good, I can barely stand it. He sucks and licks, the delicious monster, feasting on my skin. One hand reaches up to tease my breasts as he does it.

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