Page 57 of Julian's Curse

The blood rushed to my core, as I felt him go hard against me. The collar of his shirt parted while he undid the buttons, exposing his strong throat and chest.

“It’s my tendency to look for the worst,” I admitted, my voice softening. “Julian, you haven’t exactly made me feel confident inus.”

He slid off my shoulder straps, pulling them down enough so my breasts spilled out of my ensemble. “The full truth is, Lucie, I was trying to forget you,” he confessed, his voice laced with regret. “It seemed like the sensible thing to do because I was the reason your life was in danger in the first place.”

I closed my eyes and moaned as he stroked my nipples with his thumbs. It was pointless to try resist something that felt so good, and so natural. So what, I pursued my physical needs selfishly.

Yes, he was right, thanks to his business decisions, Tarnakis had almost succeeded at killing me.

“Say more,” I panted. He wasn’t oblivious to the double meaning.

“It drove me crazy to know another man touched you, that I had to give you up to save you,” he growled as he shoved his fingers inside me.

It was the case for me too. I’d never known the depth of jealousy until I met Julian. It wasn’t just a fleeting pang; it was a constant ache because so many other women pined after him. But I had my pride, and I’d nursed these small heartbreaks without fully always admitting to them.

I trembled, now on the edge of what seemed to be an orgasm. “Julian,” I panted.

He searched my eyes again. “I let her give me oral sex, for a moment, only to find myself disgusted with the decision. I didn’t even come, Lucie.”

A sudden stab of pain pierced my heart. So, he was intimate with another woman…

“I numbed myself with drugs, and pushed Oliver to find whoever was trying to hurt you.”

He continued to push his fingers into me, his thumb pressing against my clit. I bent my back, so he could fill me deeper. I never thought he could confess to something like this and I’d still be turned on.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my hips against his, the message clear. Julian’s mouth crashed onto mine, and we kissed like we were drowning, like we were each other’s only source of oxygen.

He spun me, then pinned me to bed, now reaching for his zipper. The sight of him never ceased to leave me in awe. He was glorious, beautiful, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to savor the quiet triumph of having his love. Truthfully, the year before had tested us both to our limits. I’d found intimacy with Bradley, and perhaps Julian had tried to escape from pain the same way with Jazmin. Did it matter anymore?

“Julian,” I moaned his name.

“Keep repeating my name, baby,” His cock lengthened and swelled, and I briefly took him my mouth, to moisten him, to lick off his precum. He groaned with pleasure. I felt his muscles suddenly flex as he covered my body, just enough not to press me down with his full weight. “My Lucie, I love you,” he drove into me at once.

“I love you too, Julian.” I ran my fingers through his hair, my body now trembling through it all. I didn’t realize how the sudden rapid-fire thrusts would feel, how, because of my hormones, I wasn’t as soft, and everything felt way more sensitive and rougher. Noticing how tense I was, he slowed down, his movements becoming sweet and soft.

“Does this feel good, baby?” He groaned.

“Yeah,” I bit my lip as I adjusted my hips in anticipation of an orgasm. My whole body was now tingling, close to spasming in ecstasy.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered against my mouth, then ravaged it with another deep kiss. I dug my fingers into his strong back as I climaxed. Pleasure drifted across his face as he’d clearly gotten there around the same time. He let the rest of his cum wet the outside of my sex, then collapsed on top of me. Our eyes locked for just a moment.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me before pressing his nose gently against my face.

Maybe it was just the time of day, but no matter how hard I tried to convince myself this moment should be filled with hope, it felt heavy, dark. Despite my efforts to stay away, I couldn’t resist Julian, though the shadow of his potential relapse haunted my thoughts, lingering at the edges of my mind. I allowed myself a few extra hours of sleep, alongside him, before another day would begin, before we’d need to face it all.

In conclusion, the economic forces of supply and demand, when properly balanced, have the potential to drive prosperity and equity, yet their effectiveness depends on the careful consideration of external factors and the role of policy interventions.I typed the last sentence of my economics essay.

Kali sat beside me, lost in the task of refining our app, the two of us growing into an inseparable force of productivity.

“I’m going to grab more coffee from the kitchen, want anything?” she offered.

“Yes, please, decaf coffee this time, thanks.” I replied. “Any chance you could also bring me the hazelnut cream with it?”

“Guaranteed that can mean only one thing…” She sent me a meaningful look.

I blushed. “It’s just so complicated.”

She glanced around the open space, but there was hardly anyone around. “I have two kids of my own. I did it by myself, Lucie, and it’s been the best thing that’s happened to me.”

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