“So fucking tight and perfect,” he murmurs.
Leaning down, his hot mouth circles one of my nipples, and I mewl into the room at the sensations that slam into me. His tongue flicks against the hard peak, and then he nips at it, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, distracting me from the pain in my core.
My channel slowly adapts to the fullness, and Julian groans.
“I’m going to start moving.” He sighs against my skin. I can see the sweat beading his forehead, his shoulders bunch together, the muscles tightening, giving away how tense he is. He’s holding himself back for me, giving me a chance to find pleasure even within the pain, it makes me want to give back to him, to prove how much I want this. I lift my hips, seeking out his thrust as he pulls out and slams back in, his balls pressing against my ass.
Pleasure and pain collide like a cosmic phenomenon, a star being born.
His hand in my hair tightens, and he lifts my head, bringing our foreheads together. Our hot breaths mingle in the space between us, his manly scent surrounding me. His eyes lock on mine, and he growls, upping his pace, rocking his hips forward, owning another piece of me without knowing it.
My lips part and a whimper escapes, this is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
A darkness flashes in his eyes, and he starts moving faster, pistoning his hips, pressing me harder into the mattress. The air seeps from my lungs as the pleasure and pain blend together, becoming one.
“Fuck, yes… I can feel you tightening…” Julian curls his lip, and plows into me again and again, swiveling his hips and hitching my leg a little higher, driving his cock deep, so deep that it feels like he’s breaking me in two.
An orgasm builds inside of me, but it’s just out of reach.
“I need more,” I pant, wanting to come badly.
Knowing exactly what I need, he snakes a hand down between our bodies and presses his thumb against my clit. It’s just the right amount of friction, and combined with his harsh thrusts, I explode, squeezing his cock so tightly his features fill with pain.
He thrusts through my orgasm, rutting into me until he finds his own release, his eyes bleeding into mine, the intensity within them knocking the air from my lungs. I can see into his soul, and it makes me want him more.
“I… I love you,” I whisper the words that just flow out of me like an overflowing sink.
His lips brush against mine, and I feel his sticky warm release dripping out of me and down his length.
“I know,” he pants and trails a finger down the side of my face.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I wince, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets. Peering down between my legs, he stares, and I look down to see what he’s looking at. My mouth goes dry when I see the proof of my virginity, and our combined juices against my thighs and the sheet.
“Come, my queen,” he offers me a hand, dragging my attention away from the sheets.
“Your queen?” I place my hand in his.
“Yes, my queen.” He places a gentle kiss against my hand, his eyes twinkle like rare jewels.
The air between us is different, and I feel as if I gave him the most sacred part of who I am, expecting him to protect and guard it. Will he guard it? Will he shelter me? I know he’ll protect me against his enemies, even against my father, but who will protect me from him?
Julian doesn’t love. He just takes, and while I’m left exposed to him, part of him is still hiding. How do I get him to break free and love me back?
26
Julian
The last twelve hours have been a whirlwind. When I brought her here, I hoped she would eventually come to me willingly, but I didn’t expect it to happen this soon. Once again, she proved me wrong. She not only came to me sooner than I thought possible but gave herself to me completely.
As I replay the memory of her slim body beneath mine, the heat of her cunt as she pulsed around my cock, I try to figure out what her motive is. Is she trying to get me to fall in love with her? She claims to love me, but do I love her? Am I even capable of that emotion? Sure, maybe, but doing so would be foolish. I can’t love her, but I’m okay with her loving me. It plays into my plan perfectly. I just have to keep myself in line. As soon as Elena finds out my plan, she will never look at me the same. There is no way she will love me after I am done with her father.
Which makes me think about how she hasn’t asked me again about me wanting to kill her father. Did she not take me seriously?
Elena stirs beside me, her body was glued to mine all night, seeking out my warmth, my protection. I won’t deny that I love having her beside me, beneath me, and being inside of her.
“Good Morning,” I whisper, brushing silky strands of hair off her face.
“Hi,” she murmurs, her eyes blinking open.
A knock sounds against the door, interrupting our private moment. That must be breakfast. Climbing off the bed, I run into the closet and tug a pair of boxers on, and then hurry to the door. Marie gives me a wide-eyed look, her eyes sweeping over my mostly naked form before dropping to the floor.
“Here is your breakfast, sir,” she murmurs.
I take the tray from her and close the door without another word. She’s probably never seen a man naked, or half-naked for that matter.
Bringing the tray to the bed, I survey Elena, who is sprawled out against the sheets, her beautiful breasts on display, the nipples stiff and pink, begging to be in my mouth.
“I can’t believe you answered the door like that,” Elena whispers.
She sits up in the bed, tugging the sheet over her chest, covering her voluptuous breasts. Directing my attention back to her heart-shaped face, I set the tray down on the mattress.
“It’s not any different than wearing shorts.” I shrug, wondering if that might’ve made her jealous. She is just as territorial as me, it seems.
Flipping over the cups, I pour two cups of coffee.
“You didn’t tie me back up,” she points out.
“Did you want me to?”
“No, I just… does that mean I’m allowed to feed myself again?”
“If you want to. Although, I believe you enjoyed me feeding you as much as I enjoyed it myself.”
“Maybe…” Elena reaches for her cup, pouring in a little sugar and cream before stirring it together. It’s strange that even the small things she does fascinate me. Absentmindedly, I reach out, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. Looking up at me over the rim of her cup, her eyes gleam, and her skin seems to have a new glow to it. She sips on her coffee, the green of her eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen.
“You know I meant what I said before. I want to kill your father.”
“Many have tried…” She shrugs. “I guess I’ve heard it too many times to get worried.”
“You don’t think I’ll succeed?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Not him or you. Why do you want him dead? What happened between you?”
“That’s a long and gruesome story and certainly not breakfast worthy.”
Elena sighs like she is about to keep asking questions, but then just nods. I pull the top off one of the plates and find an everything omelet with an English muffin. I load up her plate first then, mine.