Page 61 of Their Diamond Ring Ruse

After everything that happened during the day, after Lily’s words, Julian wanted only to ravish her. To mark her with his mouth. To have her scream his name, but he didn’t deserve that. Neither did she. She should be worshipped.

Standing on the tips of her toes, Lily brought her lips up to his ears, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. He groaned.

‘You once told me you’re not gentle. Show me how not gentle you can be,’ she whispered. ‘Let go, Julian. Break free with me.’

Her teeth grazed the shell of his ear while she ran her nails down the front of his shirt, then down, down, down over the bulge in his pants, and his leash snapped free. He crashed his lips down on hers on a rushed breath. A hard, bruising kiss full of desperation and fervour. Then his tongue was in her mouth, and the clipped, uncontrolled noises she made just drove him wilder.

Teeth were tugging on her lip that she bit down on so often. Julian wanted to lay her out every time she did so. And then he was cutting a blazing trail with his own lips and tongue along her jaw, kissing that sensitive spot beneath her ear and feeling her shudder like it was his own. He moved down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. Licking, tasting the sweet skin there, as she threw her head back, offering herself up to him.

Julian pulled away. ‘Do you have any attachment to this dress?’ he asked, voice low, breaths uneven.

‘No...’

‘Good.’

The sound of tearing fabric rent the air, and before it had properly fluttered to the floor her bra had joined it. Arching her back in his arms, Julian closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard, making her mewl. But he didn’t stop. Not when he was so enjoying the litany of gibberish that fell from her mouth.

And then he dropped to his knees, peeling her panties away and closing his mouth over her sex. Groaning at the obvious evidence of her arousal. Her honey taste.

His tongue was relentless. Her nails scraped against his scalp, delicate fingers tugging his hair, and it had him pulling her harder against him. She was swaying as if her muscles couldn’t cope with the onslaught of pleasure, but he wanted more. Wanted to give more. So he hooked his arm tightly around her hips and slid a finger deep within her. The loud moan had satisfaction curling through him, pushing him to pleasure her until she exploded spectacularly.

Her body had gone limp. But he had her. Wouldn’t let her fall.

He laid her on the bed, stomach down, and reached into his nightstand for a foil packet. Then he kissed her back, all the way up her spine. Brushing her hair aside, he kissed her nape. His hardness pressed against her entrance.

‘Please, Julian...’ Lily said breathily.

The words set his blood on fire.

He pushed into her, one arm moving under her to press her against his heat. His body curled protectively around hers as his hips set a merciless pace.

He cursed under his breath. ‘Sunshine...’ he moaned beside her ear.

God, he loved her! So much that he couldn’t get close enough or have her fast enough. And then there was the way she said his name, over and over. Like a chant. Like a prayer. And it was all cracking him open. She was the only person he wanted to see him. To know him. All of him.

‘I can’t get enough of you, Sunshine...’

He threaded his fingers through hers, pressing her palms down onto the bed. The sheets pleated and curled in their joint fisted grip. This intensity of pleasure was a blow to his body and his mind with every thrust. But he needed to see her. To look into those obsidian eyes.

So he pulled away and turned her over...

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Lily had wanted Julian to let go. She had seen from the moment they’d got in the car that he needed some sort of release. A means to explode. Because he was feeling too much and locking it all away.

And now he was unleashed. With her.

Beads of sweat coated his body. Every muscle was pulled taut. A predatory gleam in his eyes, but there was something more in that darkened gaze. She couldn’t decide if she loved it more that he had opened himself to her, or that he was making her see stars.

He pushed all the way into her, banding both his arms around her body. They were pressed together, his head in the crook of her neck, and he was kissing her, whispering to her of her perfection, as his substantial length slid in and out of her at a rapid rate.

Lily didn’t know any more if she was moaning or if her ragged breathing had just turned this loud. In Julian’s embrace, surrounded by his heat and his scent and his voice, all she knew was a burning pleasure that had her heart thundering and her toes curling.

She wished she had known that she could feel like this. Feel taken and loved, safe and yet still dangling over a precipice. To feel so connected to someone and still lust after them.

‘Mine.’

It was a guttural declaration that made Lily shiver.

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