“What?” I breathed out, and his mouth slid across my jaw and over my neck as his hands slid down the length of my arms. Our tongues collided again, and I’d forgotten what it was he was trying to tell me as he kissed me madly, unraveling me, serenading me, tasting me, dizzying me.
“Lunaticus,” he panted into my mouth. “When the moon has struck you, it’s called lunaticus … and you struck me. Hard.” He kissed me even harder, threading his fingers with mine as the taste of poisoned apple still ghosted over his tongue. When he pulled away, he dropped his forehead to mine. “Something’s come over me, and I need to have you.”
Lunaticus.
I pushed off his coat, and he helped me. He lifted my tank over my head, and then his own. One by one, the clothes came off, and I didn’t think. I couldn’t! I was utterly lost to him and this need rushing inside me down to the space between my legs. His thumbs grazed over my breasts as his tongue swept against mine. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. My back arched into his touch, and his mouth was everywhere, kissing across my collarbone and my breast before finding my mouth again. My fingers landed over the button on his slacks when I fumbled, having no idea what I was doing but knowing I needed him too. Julian’s mouth never separated from mine as he took over, working the button and zipper and sliding his pants down his thighs.
And he sank against me, his manhood pressing into my stomach, and I withered away as he pinned me against the steel wall, half-naked in the dark, my body trembling.
Julian’s hands clasped around my pajama shorts and slid them down along with my panties until they hit the floor, and he rolled them off the heels of my feet. I felt his lips on the crescent of my hip bone. He moved against me, around me, with me as if he could see all of me in the dark.
“What’s this?” he asked, feeling over the patch on my skin.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, then bit my lip, punishing myself for letting it slip because it made me sound so inexperienced.Not only was she a freak, but she was also a virgin. “It’s a birth control patch to help with my anemia and … mood swings.”
His fingers froze on my skin. “You’re a virgin?”
My mouth went dry, and I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” he simply said, and his mouth moved over my hip, to the center of my stomach, to the tenderness between my thighs. My eyes bulged, and heat rocketed up my flesh. I gripped his hair until he stood and loomed over me. “For now, you’ll stay a virgin,” he added, his heavy breathing hitting the top of my head. Julian grabbed the back of my neck before he dipped his mouth to mine, making me dizzy all over again.
“Have you ever been touched before?” he asked, his lips and words and breath bouncing off me as his hand slid up between my jittery thighs.
I didn’t know how I was standing as my legs were like water and my insides like fire. I bit the inside of my cheek and shook my head, the anticipation as deafening as his presence. “No.”
Then his two long fingers swiped through my center as he sucked my top lip. A gasp spilled from my mouth onto his, my eyes squeezed, my body tingled and weakened and awakened. I needed more, and I gripped his sides, pulling Julian toward me, wanting him to explore me, consume me, and pull me to the brink. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, swallowing my whimpers as the pad of his fingers stroked the sensitive places only I’d touched. “Do you like what I’m doing, Fallon?”
“Yesss…” I shuddered as his hard-on pressed into my belly.
I lifted my hand and wrapped my fingers around his member, and he was hard in my hand … and something else. Something pulsing, like a heartbeat. My hand traveled up and down his length, moving the tips of my fingers over his thick head. A shredded sound left him, and he kissed me deeper as he slipped a finger lower, drawing heavy circles over my entrance. I stroked him, allowing instinct to take control. It felt so natural, being here with him. To be doing this at all.
I was touching him as he was touching me. Together, we explored each other in the darkness, falling into a desperate rhythm of rhapsody. Our kisses turned to oxygen, overrun by the high we were building up for and with each other. My knees were shaking, and I slipped, slipped, slipped under his touch, crumbling.
Julian growled, grabbed my thighs, and lifted me, folding me into him and slamming my back against the wall. His shaft slid across my wetness, and I broke apart into tiny pieces, seeing stars in this dark place with him. The friction of us lit a passionate fire, every nerve-ending exposed and reaching new heights. The tips of his fingers stroked me, driving me wild. My head rolled back as he moved me, grinding my wet center against his length, his moans deep and thick.
We lost ourselves in the craze, and my legs started to shake, clenching around his waist. Julian’s fingers dug into my bottom, having complete control over me and guiding my sex against his but never entering. Fingers from his other hand grazed and pressed and kneaded my entrance, and I couldn’t come down from this climb. And he let go of my ass to tug on my bottom lip.
“Come with me,” he spurred as if he were saying,“Come with me, and I’ll show you everything no one else will. Come with me, and I will tell you things no one else will tell you, I’ll give you everything, feed all your forbidden thoughts, things you never knew you wanted.”
Julian ran his tongue up my lips once before latching his mouth to mine when a whirlwind of sensations exploded within me. My nails pierced his scalp as he exhumed my orgasm from me as if it were my soul. His grind turned precise and deep, my sex sliding up and down his length. He slammed his palm over the steel wall beside my head, sending a vibration inside the train car. Warmth seeped over my skin as he came, his finger dragging up inside me, petting the places no one has been before him.
My head threw back—my body in spasms. I was overrun and flying, gripped and freed, possessed and pardoned, all in a single breath that I couldn’t take. Julian kissed my throat as I pulsed around his finger.
Afterward, I dropped my head into the curve of his neck and tasted nature and woods and twilight on his skin. Our chests heaved together, and Julian held me for a moment until our breathing slowed, and his palm drifted up and down my back as he buried his face in my neck too.
“You’re so quiet when you come. You’re like a whisper,” he said into my hair. “I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. No matter what they say, you were always mine, and you always will be.”
I didn’t understand the words he was saying, and the tap of his pulse in his neck hit my lips, running rabid with his words with me in his arms. And I closed my eyes, reminding myself it had to be the poison. The poison was making him say all the things, do all the things, and eventually, this night would pass, and he would disappear again.
“I can’t believe we did that. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
We were both sitting on the edge of the train car, my head in his lap, his hands in my hair. Julian’s mask was back on, as were our clothes, and the September winds felt like ice against my heated skin.
“Me either,” he said through an exhale, then looked down at me and shook his head as if in amazement.
“You don’t do that stuff often?” I didn’t know why I asked but wished I hadn’t. Did I want to know?
His eyes lifted to the woods as he skipped his fingertips down my neck in deep thought. “Never. What we did was different. I’ve been involved in intercourse for rituals, yes, but that was all it was. The Heathens are the only ones born with magic from my coven. But I’d never done anything without my mask before. Never gave more than my body, until now.” Julian was calm, sedated, his words lazy and patient as if he were drugged. Yet, he’d said it without emotion and more of a simple fact, a duty, and my heart felt his. “They can take parts of me, but I refused to let them have all of me.”
