“Take what you want, Kristin,” he encouraged huskily.
What she wanted was him inside her. Now.
She thrust her hands into his hair and jerked, forcing his head up so she could lean down and match their mouths, calming a little of her frenzied need that was now raging out of control.
She started the kiss; Julian took it over. He moved his hands up her back and grasped her hair, his mouth gaining stronger contact, his tongue spearing between her lips demandingly.
A sob escaped her mouth as Julian pulled back, a greedy desire to have Julian’s cock inside her nearly making her come unglued.
“Please,” she begged as she humped his thigh harder, but it wasn’t enough. What she needed was far more than what she was getting.
“What? Tell me, Kristin.”
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Now. Please.”
He shot her a small grin, and she knew he’d won this round. He’d told her she’d be begging him to fuck her, and she had. It might have taken him an extra day, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
As she looked at him with a soul-deep desperation, his eyes glowed with identical need, the same intensity of carnality as she was experiencing. She didn’t know how she knew, but she could feel him, see that mirror image in his eyes.
“Ride me until we both come so hard that we can’t get out of this tub,” he growled as he palmed his cock and brought her down on top of him. “Oh, fuck! Yeah.”
The water washed away some of her juices, but she was still so slick that she was able to lower herself until her sheath was full of Julian buried to his balls.
“Ahhh . . . ,” she panted. “I needed this. I need you.” Her head fell back in ecstasy as he took ahold of her hips and bucked up.
“Take what you want, baby,” he encouraged demandingly. “Ride me hard.”
She slapped her hands beside his head for leverage, then claimed exactly what she desired, lifting her hips and then slamming them back down again, shivering with every thrust of his cock entering her all over again.
“Fuck!” Julian cursed with frustration, surging up and lifting her with him as he stood. “Not enough,” he grumbled. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this that nothing but hard and deep is going to satisfy either one of us.”
She gasped at the sudden loss of Julian’s presence inside her body, whimpering with irritation. “No. Fuck me. Now.” She punched him in one of his upper arms.
“Getting impatient?” he asked wickedly.
“Yes,” she answered angrily.
He set her feet down on the plush rug and roughly placed her hands on the marble vanity so she was bent over. As he moved behind her and toyed between her slick folds, he answered, “Then welcome to my goddamn world since the moment we met.” He surged forward, burying himself deeply inside her again, and then grasped her hips hard.
Kristin let out a high howl of pleasure that ended when she was startled to see their reflection in the big mirror in front of her.
Julian looked huge and powerful, his face tight with unsated lust as he met her gaze in the mirror.
“This. Is. Us,” he told her in a low, vibrating voice that he made no effort to control, as though he didn’t care if she saw him raw and unwound. “This never goes away.” He pulled back and slammed into her again. “This is something neither one of us can control, so why in the fuck do we even try?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Lost in his voice and movements, her heart was hammering as something she’d never experienced before touched places she didn’t know existed. Letting her eyes talk for her, she didn’t take her gaze from his, and they were pleading with him to satiate her ache.
Their heated stare stayed connected while Julian’s pace became a punishing, brutal conquering of her body, something she needed more than she’d ever yearned for anything before, and probably never would again.
“Harder,” she pleaded as she wildly moved back as he came forward.
Water was dripping from their bodies, and as Julian’s eyes finally slipped from hers, Kristin looked at herself and her wild-eyed face, not even recognizing herself. Strangely, she didn’t care. She was too far gone to find the image of Julian fucking her from behind as anything but hot and erotic.
“You’re mine, Kristin. You got it? Mine!” Julian commanded in an animalistic voice.
His bold pronouncement brought a feral response from her body, her fingers gripping the counter harder. “Then you’re mine, too,” she moaned.
“Never would argue with that,” he said, his voice strained and his chest heaving.
“I have to come, Julian. Please.” She gave up all pretense of being tough. Her climax was building to the point of insanity.
“Then come with me,” he insisted, his voice rough as sandpaper.
The knot in her belly unfurled as Julian moved his hand between her thighs and began to grind his fingers against her clit as he continued to hammer into her from behind.