Page 72 of Atone, Adonis

He reached down and positioned himself between her legs and then he slid inside her slowly, inch by inch as her body made way for him.

When he was seated fully inside her she felt so full, the first tinglings of pleasure beginning again.

“Jules, are you alright?” he murmured, his eyes closed in what she hoped was pleasure.

“Yes. Are you, Fred? Alright?”

“I don’t…know. It’s been a long time Jules and I—” He paused, his brow furrowed. “I don’t know that I can make this last as long as I’d want.”

“So don’t. Just be here with me. That’s all I care about.”

She turned her face into that beautiful bicep of his. It was right there in front of her, begging for her to inhale the scent of his skin. To taste him. She peppered him with kisses first and then she licked him, letting the salt of his skin linger on her tongue.

“I’m going to have to take you at your word,” he said and even though his breath hitched she could hear the smile in his voice.

She was going to say something more but Fred had begun to move and she found she could no longer speak. She canted her hips against his to match his rhythm. Slowly at first, as he slid out of her and then all the way back in.

“Jules—” he groaned.

“I’m here,” she said, hearing her voice stutter. “Here.”

“I—I can’t—”

“I’m here, my love. Move, Fred. Please. I want you to.”

She felt it the moment he let himself go and moved his body the way she’d known he wanted to. His hips thrusting into her faster and faster, making her shiver with the sheer pleasure of it. Of feeling him there inside her, of the sound of his body as it met hers again and again.

“Jules—” he gasped and went absolutely still.

And then he groaned in her ear as he emptied himself in her body, whispering, “Jules,” over and over into her skin as he did.

After a long moment in which he nuzzled against her, his face buried into her neck, he thought to move away. But Julianna wrapped her arms and legs back around him, holding him inside her. “Not yet. Don’t leave me yet.”

Fred stayed there, where she put him, and it wasn’t long before she felt him harden again inside her, filling her up once more. She began to rock back and forth beneath him.

“Jules, I’ll hurt you,” he whispered but she shook her head.

“No, you won’t. I promise.”

She rocked her hips again, feeling dizzy with the pleasure of this moment, and powerful from the unintelligible noises he was soon making.

His lips found that place on her ear again and this time, when he began to thrust into her, his movements were slow and controlled. A gliding, languid rhythm that made her head spin. He dipped his head to kiss her neck and then her lips, while she slid her hands up his back, letting her nails graze him ever so slightly. The groan he made told her he liked that so she did it again.

His fingers cupped her breasts now and then his tongue found her nipple. They were moving so slowly—a languorous slide of his body over hers that gave him plenty of time to pay attention to the entirety of her in a way he hadn’t quite managed earlier. His thumb slid back and forth over her dark nipples, then pressed into her lips while he kept that rhythm. That steady, building rhythm of thrust after thrust after thrust.

“Christ, Jules. You are so beautiful.”

His lips moved back to her ear, her neck, her collarbone, her breast. All the while whispering that she was beautiful. That she was perfect. That she was his. That she was everything.

She felt the pleasure building inside her again, her pulse thundering in her ears. Her heart beat strong enough to shake the very foundations of Chester House.

And when he whispered, “Are you close?” again, she was.

“Yes,” she said to him. “Yes.”

And when he stilled completely this time, she was already soaring while he unleashed himself inside her.

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