Page 101 of The Trouble with Anna

His tongue dragged once more against her and she exploded. Stars burst under her skin, gold rivers rushed through her. She was glowing, wrecked, radiant.

His.

Anna pulled Julian up to her, buried her face in his neck, nipping it over and over as the last quivers ran through her.

“What did you do to me?” she whispered into his neck.

“What I have wanted to do for fucking ages.”

The answer was so pleasing that Anna peeked up at him, and what she saw pleased her even more.

He wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

Julian thought his jaw might shatter. His cock throbbed and it was all he could do not to come right there on the pale stretch of her stomach. He sucked in a breath, held it, tried to will his rushing blood to calm.

Mine, he thought. The word roared through him.

He wanted to mark every part of her, rub his cheek along her flesh and imprint his scent on her, warn other marauders away.

Her skin was glowing. His bites had left little red marks on her breasts, hips, and thighs, and the sight of them made his muscles clench.

Mine. Forever, fucking mine.

Anna traced her fingertips over the line of his shoulder, her eyes following every dip, her brows little fascinated slants.

“Julian?” she said.

He shook his head, fought for words. “Give me a minute.”

His strangled response pleased her, he saw the quicksilver flash of it in her eyes.

“Is something wrong?” Her voice was cream, her fingers trailed up and down his arm. Teasing him, the little wretch.

“Watch yourself,” he growled.

“I’d rather watch you.” She stretched under him, so unbearably silky it was all he could do to hold on.

Kissing Anna was dangerous, he knew that. It had flipped his life on end. Kissing Anna naked in his bed, all pink and pouting, was quickly proving fatal. He bit her bottom lip and sank into her mouth. She gasped, and he wanted her to gasp again. Wanted her delirious, panting.

His hands began to move despite himself. They gorged on each slight curve. Her mouth, usually such a stubborn line, was lush and swollen from their kisses. The thin whip of her body moved and dipped, ready for him, and she gave herself over to the touch of his hands completely. Her body felt like a secret she wanted to tell him.

Julian broke off the kiss and she whimpered in protest.

“No! Christ, Anna, I’ve got to get it under control.” He rested his forehead against hers as he fought for control. “I’ve got to make it perfect for you.”

“It is perfect. Please! I feel so… empty.”

His heart contracted, cramping like a muscle overworked. Death. Soon. She was definitely going to kill him.

“May I… touch you?” Her shy hand stuttered down his side, leaving fire in its wake.

“God yes.” Julian hissed and clenched his muscles.

Her hand hesitated, lingering briefly beneath the flat of his stomach, before she reached lower, wrapping gently around him.

The breath rushed out of him entirely.

“Oh.” The wonder in her voice made his cock leap. “It feels so…”

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