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There were no thoughts.

No stinging wounds or aching chests.

Only desire and the need to touch him. To be touched by him.

His impressive length rubbed against my center as he blurred us against the wall, holding me against it with only his hips. He stared down at me, eyes black with need, hand barely brushing the side of my face. Julian quirked an eyebrow at me.

A question.

I answered with a single nod, only the deepest parts of my mind registering exactly what he asked.

The hand that grazed my cheek now clamped around my throat, pinning me to the wall. And I’m embarrassed to admit, but that show of force, of dominance and power, made me drip for him. Delicious pressure between my thighs built so fast and hard, I was certain to come with just the barest touch.

Huh, new kink unlocked.

No one had ever put their hand around my throat before.

I fucking loved it.

Julian read as much on my face and squeezed that much tighter. My clothes seemed to shred themselves to ribbons. My jeans fell in a pile of scraps to the ground, halter just strips around my torso.

His clothes didn’t fare any better, but since I couldn’t move my head to see what I shredded, I only ripped his pants enough to get what I was after.

I couldn’t risk accidentally shredding anything important.

I reached for him, wanting to feel that silken hardness sliding in my hands. Except before I could, Julian dropped to his knees, placing a leg over his shoulder while still keeping a firm grip around my neck.

His breath teased at my swollen flesh, and more than anything, I wanted to arch into him and relieve the delicious tension. But Julian sensed as much and locked my hips down with a forearm.

Seconds ticked by. I was pinned in place and unable to see Julian’s next move. My lady cave ached.

A feather-light kiss grazed my inner thigh, followed by a rumbled curse. “You’re so fucking swollen.”

An embarrassing whimper escaped my throat, and I tried to press myself against his lips.

“But you’re going to wait until I’m good and ready to suck that pretty little clit of yours.”

I almost came right there. My thighs quivered with tension, pussy clenching against nothing.

“Now, I want you to spread those lips for me. I would do it myself, but you’ve got my hands busy with other matters.” His voice ricocheted through me and another moan left me, unbidden, as the pressure in my core grew unbearable.

“Go on, Eden. Let me see your pussy. I want to see just how much you want me.”

I whimpered. Trembling fingers trailed down my stomach and over my hips before finally coming to rest exactly where he wanted.

Julian took in a sharp breath as I spread myself open for him.

“You’re absolutely dripping, flush with color like a ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the branch.”

My head spun with need, both embarrassed and turned the fuck on by his scrutiny, his words. My core screamed for release. Julian went quiet, and as every second ticked by I prayed the next I’d find his mouth on me.

I wasn’t so lucky.

One moment, I was against the wall, and the next, I was airborne, hurtling through the room toward the bed. I squealed with delight, fear, excitement, everything all balled into a confusing mess. But Julian blurred to me, catching me and placing me gently on the bed before I could crash into anything.

His tenderness only lasted a moment. He hovered over me, nudging my thighs wide apart with his knee as that big, warm hand came down around my throat once more.

“As much as I like you against the wall, the bed gives me a better view.” He smiled with half his mouth as he stretched out and sat between my legs. His arm was just long enough to accommodate such a feat while still holding my throat.

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