Page 142 of Alive At Night

“I can handle more,” I said, my voice wispy as I ignored the burning between my legs.

My words washed over him, dousing him with the realization that he would get what he wanted, and he made another groan. “I know you can. Because you match me in every fucking way.”

I reached up, dragging my fingers down his chest and making him shiver. “Give it to me, Jules.”

His eyes rolled back momentarily at my words before they refocused on me.

“It’s my turn now,” he grunted, keeping his gaze steady while aligning himself between my legs again. He sat back on his haunches, allowing an unobstructed view of him entering me. “When you come this time, it will be because of my cock and my cock alone.”

Before I could absorb his crude words, he thrust inside me with one swift stroke. I felt a slight twinge of pressure, but it was overpowered by the euphoric sensation of being filled again. I arched back, crying out his name.

A wickedness worked its way onto Julian’s face as he retreated just enough to plunge into me harder. He repeated it again and again as I writhed up against him. His eyes dropped, studying how his cock slid in and out until he grabbed both of my legs and threw them around his waist as he leaned down to cover my body.

Julian caged me against the mattress as he sank deeper and deeper inside me. He stilled slightly, letting me adjust. His lips were reassuring against mine, breathing my name.

“Tell me again that you can handle it,” he whispered.

“I can handle it,” I assured him. “I want it.”

Julian nodded, taking my breath away with his beautifully intense expression before driving into me again. My breasts rocked with every mind-numbing thrust, grazing Julian’s broad chest. His hair hung over his face, all his features ticking as he continued to hold on to some sort of control.

Fuck control. I raked my fingers down his back, tipping my hips up to meet his, and Julian lost it.

“Fuck, you’re so—” He released a low groan as he pounded into me, finding a filthy rhythm that filled the room with sounds of slapping skin. “You know this little virgin pussy belongs to me now, right? It’smine, Juniper.”

“Yours, Julian,” I gasped.

His eyes glazed over as he continued his punishing strokes. “No one else’s.”

“No one else’s.” An intelligible sound ripped from my throat between my quick pants. “There’s never been anyone else.”

“Oh,baby.” Julian dropped his head to mine. Sweat dripped off his forehead, mixing with mine. But I didn’t care. My entire body was slick, sliding against his as the world slipped away. It was only him and me. His rough gasps and my tiny whimpers. His hard body and my soft one. His racing heart and my full one. “Never anyone else,” he breathed, almost like a question. Like he wanted more reassurance.

I shook my head. “Never.”

“That’s my girl.” I felt the rumble of his voice everywhere. It rattled in my chest. “Now, come for me one more time, love.”

“I don’t—” I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. “I don’t think I—”

“Yes, you can.” Julian smacked his hips into mine harder as if to prove a point. “You told me you could handle it, Juni. Now, where’s the fucking proof?”

Goddamn him.

I felt Julian smile when I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling us closer until it was impossible to decipher where I ended and he began. I was beyond powerless to the force that kept us together. I always had been, hadn’t I?

A ball of heat settled deep inside me; every time he moved, it grew and grew. And it felt so good, so jaw-droppingly good.

I tucked my head into the crook of Julian’s neck, my sharp breaths hitting his skin as he steadily slammed into me. His movements were sloppier, more desperate, and just as he growled my name as a warning, I found my release.

It was different. It was blindingly hot, blossoming from a part of me I didn’t realize existed. As I screamed, it washed over me like a heat wave before settling in my bones. My body shook and shook with the intensity of it, pulsing with a beat that Julian controlled as he gave one final thrust. He cried out, body trembling, before finding my lips and kissing me through his climax.

This kiss was brutally rough at first, his teeth scraping over my lips, unrestrained. But it softened as we both melted into each other. Tenderness seeped into the moment, taking me by surprise.

“Good girl,” he whispered, trailing his lips down. He pressed his mouth to every inch of skin he could find, kissing me into a blissful stupor. “You did so well, Juni.”

I closed my eyes, basking in…him. His words, his touches. My limbs tingled. And they felt heavy. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. So I let Julian kiss me everywhere, moaning when his lips skirted between my legs.

Julian murmured that he would be right back, but I barely heard it. There was a faint buzzing in my ears, the echoes of our climax still vibrating in my head. I didn’t realize that Julian had returned until something warm pressed between my legs, a soothing, damp heat. He murmured for me to keep it there as though I planned on moving anytime soon.

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