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“Went for a bike ride,” his lips press against my neck, tasting and sucking, causing my thighs to clench as a surge of wetness coats my core. There is an ache within me that momently stops my heart. I need him.
Without his shirt, I feel more of his body heat as it begins to seep into the thin fabric of my sleeping shirt and my flesh. That slight change in body temperature relieves all my tension and stress.
We clumsily make our way down the hallway, bumping into walls, hearing the wood creak as if a voyeur to our passion.Hot, wet lips trail up and down the curve of my neck, and then he sucks on my skin. Hard. So hard that I—I—Oh. My. God. I come.
Is that possible? I know in fairytales, a kiss from a prince can save you, but in the adult version, can a single possessive kiss from a prince make you see stars?
"Julian!" My fingers dig into his flesh, warm and hard under my nails as I cling to him. The sounds of our rapid breaths fill the small hallway, punctuated by the creak of the door hinges as he kicks open the door to the small bedroom. The ambiance of the room, dimly lit by the soft glow of the morning sun, wraps around us in a cocoon of intimacy.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” I mutter breathlessly as he tosses me onto the small twin-sized bed. I bounce, the springs echoing softly in the quiet space, and brace my hands on the mattress to steady myself. "I don’t know if this is a dream, but if it is, I don’t want to wake up.”
“It’s not a dream,” Julian replies, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the air. His strong hands grasp his belt, and with two swift movements, it whips out of the loops. The sound of the belt slicing through the air sounds like God himself just inhaled.
Julian's pants slide off with the ease of unwrapping the finest chocolate bar you're ever going to savor.Move over, Lindt Chocolate, Julian Sterling is going to be the hottest, best-selling flavor.
With a swift hook of his thumbs under his boxers, I'm greeted by the sight of his impressive cock.Oh, sweet Jesus—it feels wholly inappropriate to invoke the Lord's name at the sight of such an imposing figure, but that's all my overwhelmed mind can muster.
“Good morning,” I mutter, my eyes seamlessly glued to his anatomy.
Confession time, pumpkin spice in the morning is amazing but Julian's hard cock? Well, that's in a league of its own. It would make a nun sin, the devil sprout white wings, a liar confess, and a woman so heartbroken weep tears of trust. In other words, it does the impossible.
He begins to stroke himself, proving science wrong. Can it get bigger? Yeah, it can. It just did.
Fuck science, I'm a believer.
“I wanted to be gentle,” Julian starts, the desire clear in his eyes.“But I don’t think I can, Poppy. I need you.”
I nod, my eyes stuck like a fly on a windshield to the small droplet of precum now on the tip of his swelling cock.
“Words, Pumpkin. Give them to me,” he commands a soft edge of desperation in his voice.
“I’d give you anything,” I whisper.“Punish me. Heal me. Make me trust you entirely. Just make love to me.”
His eyes darken to a shade of grey I've never seen glistening in his irises before.
I blink. He's on top of me.
I inhale. He's inside of me in one powerful thrust.
My back arches, creating a perfect curve that would make a ballet teacher proud of my form.
He didn't even bother removing my panties; he just pushed them aside, not wasting any time.
We're raw, passionate, feral—skin slapping, mouths trying to savor each other's breath, fingers grasping, hearts beating so hard there's a high probability we might pass out.
Who needs a workout when you can fuck a man like Julian Sterling.
“Julian,” I gasp, cry, shout his name like I’m praising a new deity.By the way, Lord, please forgive me; big cocks make me praise naughty things.
Words? They don’t exist in this feral moment. We’re both chasing our highs, hoping we don’t overdose along the way.
We come together like a perfect symphony of lust clashing.
I see stars and grey eyes looking down at me.
A chance at a new world.
Julian Sterling.
