“No control,” she insisted. “Go wild.” She yanked her wrists free of their imprisonment, desperate to touch him.
She released a panting sigh as her hands stroked over the hard texture of his back, marveling at the smooth, damp skin over the top of hard, taut muscles.
“Christ. Yes. Fucking touch me. But I’m not going to last,” Julian muttered as he moved, positioned himself, and entered her in one frenzied thrust.
Kristin gasped at the size of the invasion into her sheath, but the momentary discomfort gave way to an intense feeling of satisfaction that Julian was finally embedded deep inside her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She couldn’t say anything more, her body consumed by the need to strain closer to him.
He started to move with an agonized groan. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Her hips rose up to meet his relentless strokes, and he swallowed her next moan with his lips.
He wasn’t gentle as he claimed her mouth, owning it like it belonged to him, leaving no part of it untouched.
A roaring fire started in her belly and torched its way straight to her core with a violent spasm. Her back arched as Julian tore his mouth from hers and straightened on his knees, gripping her thighs to thrust deeper, harder inside her.
“Come for me, baby. You look so beautiful right now.” His voice was tight with tension and heavy with need.
His hand moved up her thighs and then his thumb stretched to tease her aching clit, stroking over it with the same covetous, frenzied movements of his cock.
“Julian, it’s too much.” Kristin felt incinerated, and her head thrashed on the pillow as her fingers gripped the fitted cotton sheet in panic.
The incendiary flames had engulfed her core, and she was suddenly gripped by a release so volatile that it was almost painful. Fortunately, the waves became a pleasure so deep that Kristin could feel it in her very soul as she rode her climax. The muscles of her channel clamped down on Julian’s cock, causing him to roar as he hammered into her unceasingly. “Never enough!” he finally answered in a tormented voice. “Never enough.”
Kristin was starting to spiral back to Earth as she milked Julian of his hot release, her satisfaction greater as she watched him throw his head back with abandoned pleasure and call out her name. “Fuck. Kristin!”
His grip tightened on her thighs, and his muscles flexed erratically as he continued to let go with masculine pleasure she’d never seen before.
He looked deliciously dangerous, wildly aroused, and most definitely pleasured to the point of madness. She knew it was something she’d think about forever, the way he looked when he was out of control, something so uncharacteristic of the Julian she knew.
He levered himself down and kissed her, an embrace that spoke of so much more than just getting off. It was deep but tender and sweet, a leisurely embrace that left her even more breathless than she already was.
After lifting his head, he buried his face in the side of her neck. “This is us,” he muttered against her sweaty skin. “It’s raw. It’s real.”
She didn’t have to ask what he meant as she stroked his hair, reveling in the afterglow of the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her. Kristin understood exactly what he was trying to say. Right now, she was laid bare and vulnerable to him, able to be that way because he’d done the same.
“It’s terrifying,” she whispered. “In a good way.”
Julian rolled, taking her with him, leaving her blanketing his body, him taking on her limp weight. “Never. Don’t ever be scared of me or of us,” he answered fiercely.
He stroked a hand over her hair as she sighed and laid her head on his chest. Something about Julian felt so solid and safe, which was actually so contrary to who he really was. It baffled her, but her inebriated mind couldn’t deal with reason right now, so she enjoyed the moment.
“Tired?” he asked tentatively.
“Not really. But I don’t want to move.” She wanted to stay right here, her naked body sprawled over Julian’s.
He chuckled as he sat up, keeping her cradled in his lap. “Are you hungry?”
She smiled because he seemed so intent on taking care of whatever needs she might have. Didn’t he know that he already had? “I think that problem has just been handled,” she answered with good humor.
Julian stroked a finger over her breast and teased one of her nipples. “I didn’t touch you enough. There’s so much more—”
She quickly touched two fingers to his lips. “Don’t. It was perfect. Don’t you dare say that it wasn’t.”
His eyes captured her gaze, and they stared at each other in understanding. “I can’t say that,” he admitted. “But it was only one of many fantasies I’ve had about you,” he teased, letting the hand on her breast drop to her thigh.
Her heart jumped at the adoring look she saw in his eyes before he leaned his forehead against hers.
In the middle of the silence, her stomach suddenly rumbled.