Chapter 36
Julian
I lick my lips. I want a taste, a bite. I want to devour, to feel her pulse around my tongue. Going down on women has never appealed to me, but I want Elena so bad I can feel it in my fucking bones, feel it in every thud of my heartbeat.
I can’t claim her with my cock yet, but I can claim her with my mouth. Using finesse, I grab her by the leg and roll her onto her back.
A shocked gasp slips past her lips, and her green eyes meet mine, a bashful look overtaking her features. I drink her in, her perky breasts, which rise and fall, the hardened dusky pink nipples begging to be sucked and pinched.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask gruffly.
The air between us grows heated, and I can feel the electrical current zinging through me. We’re two magnets of opposite attraction. We shouldn’t want each other, but there isn’t any other way. In every way, she is mine.
“Yes,” she replies with far more trust in her eyes than she should have. I’d warned her before, told her if she gave me each an inch, I would take everything. Doesn’t she know the devil is standing before her or is she no longer afraid?
Moving between her legs, I brush a gentle hand against her knee, pushing her legs up and apart. I can’t help myself, the beast inside me has been chained for far too long. My gaze drops to her mound, and my mouth starts to water.
Her pussy lips are mainly bare, except for a small strip of hair in the center. I don’t think as I move a hand between her legs and spread her folds, finding the diamond in the center. Her tiny clit begs to be sucked, flicked, and tortured just as it’s torturing me.
“What are you doing?” Elena questions breathlessly. Looking up at her from between her legs, I find that she’s pushed herself up onto her elbows and is watching me, her eyes big, curious, and dilated. She wants this, and she wants it just as badly as me.
“Eating you. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue like I want to fuck you with my dick,” I say, and then bury my face in her pussy.
I lick that tiny bead, flicking my tongue over it, again and again, sucking up every drop of arousal until Elena starts to lift her hips, and her hands sink into my hair, holding me in place, her nails cutting into my scalp, egging me on.
Her muscles clench, and her legs shake, but if she thinks I’m done with her yet, she is very mistaken. I haven’t even started.
“Julian,” she moans my name, and I swear cum leaks from the tip of my cock and into my boxers. Fuck, it would be so fucking easy to shove my pants down and fuck her right now.
To take her and bring her to the brink of both pleasure and pain. I want it so bad, to lose myself in her soft flesh, to fuck and own her.
Digging my finger into her ass cheeks, I lift her, dragging her closer and plunge my tongue into her dripping entrance. She bucks beneath me like an untamed horse, and I can’t wait to learn her body, learn what makes her go crazy.
Groaning into her flesh, the sound vibrates through the room. I dip in and out of her, feasting on her, marveling in her sweet, honeyed taste. There was simply nothing like her, and that was a startling reality that hit me right in the gut.
“Oh god… oh god…” Smirking against her wet flesh, I reveled in how vocal she is, and I want to make her scream from the rooftops with pleasure.
Growling once more, I move faster, my touch becoming bruising, but Elena doesn’t seem to care, she is teetering on the edge of complete bliss, and I’m going to deliver the final blow.
Throwing her head back into the pillows, her nails rake through my hair once more, “Please, don’t stop…”
Little did she know, I could never do such a thing. Nothing was going to take her away from me. I would burn the world down, kill, and destroy anyone who dared to touch her. Releasing one of her ass cheeks, I use two fingers to pinch her tiny clit, and a second later, she falls apart.
Like cloth being ripped at the seams, she tears right down the middle while coming all over my face, her pussy fluttering around my tongue, my cock beyond envious of the fucker.
I stay between her legs, licking every drop of her release up before pulling away. My balls ache, and my cock is so stiff, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk, but I’ll take care of myself in the shower.
Sitting up, I stare down at Elena, who’s biting her lip, her cheeks crimson. How could she be so shy now when I was just between her legs, devouring her?
Moving to sit up, she asks, “Do I…” her delicate finger points at the prominent tent that I’m sporting between my legs.
“No. Tonight was about you. About showing you that you can trust me, about how much I appreciate what you did.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
She nods as if she understands and drops her hand but keeps staring at my cock with big curious eyes.
“On top of this, I’ll allow you to choose whatever books you want, and give you some time outside by the pool.”
Her eyes widened, and she seemed shocked, which I don’t understand. Had she not truly expected me to keep my word? “Really? I get to go outside?”
I nod, and she shivers, reminding me that she is completely naked. Grabbing the blanket, I gently tug it up and over her body, watching her silky-smooth flesh disappears beneath it. I want her so badly, I wanted to take, and take, but her trust was important to me, her wanting me, needing me. I need her to rely on me, and she is almost there. Soon she would be my wife and have no true way of escape unless in death, and I would never allow that to happen.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say and push off the bed.
Space will make this better for me as with my hand wrapped around the heavy organ between my legs. Just a little while longer, and my plan will be complete. The only problem now is will everything I worked toward, built up to, come crashing down once Elena finds out that this was nothing more than revenge?
Will she still want my touch so willingly? Will she still seek out my warmth? She’ll always be my wife, but will she enjoy it… be happy? I don’t know the answers to those questions, and for the first time in my life, I consider doing something different.
The image of my mother’s lifeless body fills my mind, the vacant look in her eyes. He took the only good thing I ever had from me, and so I took her. There is no changing something that was fated. I cannot let her get under my skin. I cannot allow myself to care for her any more than I do because if I do, all will be ruined.
She is a weakness I cannot afford.