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Poppy
I splash cold water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes look haunted again. The ghosts have come back. I’ve been trying to bottle up my anger, shock, pain, and that feeling of violation again. I don’t want Julian or Harper to see that it affects me so much. I want them to think I’m strong. So, I keep ignoring the facts. Andrew did what he did. I refuse to let that affect me again.
I keep telling myself not to think about it, but then I see a dark corner, and I wonder if a camera is there. I’m scared to death to touch my phone in case Andrew is somehow watching me through the camera still.
I’m scared.
I’m going to fuck this up. Julian is going to run or get fed up.
I close my eyes and feel the droplets trickling down my face. I let out a sigh and reach for a hand towel to dry off.
How much crazy can a man take?
I set the towel down and leave the bathroom. Julian is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, just in his boxers. Even in the dark room, I can make out the peaks and valleys of his muscles. He’s my knight in shining armor. I just don’t want to tarnish his armor with my problems.
His head snaps up, and he opens his arms. I can’t help but smile. It’s that or cry.
I step between his legs and allow him to hug me. He gently rests his head against the swell of my breasts, and I place my chin on top of his head. It’s such a genuine embrace that feels so perfect, like we were made to fit together this way.
“I love you,” he says, his warm breath seeping through the fabric of my shirt, causing my nipples to harden.
I needed that.“I love you too.” I kiss the top of his head; his short, dark hair is silky across my lips.
“Are you tired?” I hesitantly ask, as I begin to massage his scalp, my fingers weaving through his hair in slow, soothing motions.
He looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.“No.”
I raise my leg, then the other, and straddle him as he remains perched on the edge of his bed.“I want to feel you, Julian. I want you so deep inside of me I can’t think.” I bend down and press my forehead against his.“Please,”
“Fuck, Pumpkin, you keep shocking me,” he whispers, and I feel his cock twitch and start to get hard.
"Good or bad surprises?" I ask.Was that too much?
His hands slowly inch up my thighs, spreading heat throughout my body, causing my flesh to ripple and a pent-up moan to escape my lips. His fingertips slip under my pajama shorts. "I'll take you any way I can get. You want me to be in control; I will be. If you want to tie me down and have your way with me, then I'll get the ropes. I just want you, Poppy, and I need to be inside your tight pussy. Fuck, I love your pussy." He says the last part, sounding like a man about ready to chase his drug of choice.
It makes me giggle.
Then, in a flash, he rolls us, my legs still locked around him, as we kiss with a ferocious passion. It’s like a sickness has taken over both of us, all-consuming. A plague we can’t stop as we peel off our clothes, hands grasp, tongues clash, and then his hardness is pressing against my wanting sex.
Time slows.
We slow.
Problems fade away. It’s just us.
Our eyes lock, searching for fears, hoping for desires.
He’s waiting for me to make a move, to make sure I’m ok.
“Please,” I moan, edging my hips up.
Then he’s inside of me, thrusting up, hitting a new depth that no one ever has before. My back arches, and he sweeps his arms under me, pressing me closer to him.
It's never close enough.
The sickness consumes us again. Our lips can’t remain apart; our tongues must be touching, swirling around each other's. His thrusts are panicked with a feverish need to make me come, to make me forget the past and etch into my mind that I’m his. Julian Sterling is my future.
“I can’t get enough of you, Pumpkin,” he mutters, and then he pulls out; his lips leave mine as he starts to kiss his way down my body.
