A painful pinch stabbed from inside! My body instantly tensed as it burned, and just when a cry pushed through my lips, Julian dug his teeth into the tips of my fingers. All pain shifted from my sex to my hand, and I couldn’t understand why. I tried to pull back but his grip was tight around my wrist, his bite almost breaking the skin. My chest held, and a hot tear slipped down my cheek as we stayed connected like that.
It didn’t feel good, and I shook my head.
It didn’t feel good, and I didn’t understand why people did this.
Then he slid my two fingers into his mouth, gently sucked them.
“Fallon,” Julian said, kissing my fingers, my palm, my wrist. “Trust me.”
He pulled out, and his dick slid through my sex as he slowly descended over my body. His nose grazed the rim of my ear, his mouth kissed my cheek, and then my mouth. He pulled my hand between us until it reached his lower abdomen, and my fingertips grazed a light patch of his hair.
“Touch me,” he told me, and his voice was rugged and unnerving and shredded against my mouth like the rain pounding against the window. “Touch us. Feel how real this is, how realweare.”
He wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, and he slowly inched back inside until he was deep and filling me and there was nothing left to hold. Again, we were connected, and the pain simmered, and Julian’s mouth drifted over mine. My hand trailed across the hard lines of his torso to feel the way his body moved as he rocked inside me.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his nose brushing my skin as he ground himself in and out of me at a slow pace. I nodded because I was. “I’m trying to go slow, but I’m shaking from holding back because you’re so tight, and this is so right, and,my god, Fallon … it’s as if you were made for me. This is maddening.”
“I’m okay,” I promised, cupping his face, and he sank into my hand. “I trust you.”
Because I did.Oh, how I did.
Then Julian ground into me with deep and hypnotic thrusts, his pelvis grating against my clit, causing me to see vibrant colors behind my eyes. His teeth dug into my lip, and we kissed hard until it bruised, selfishly claiming and searing an impression on one another deep enough to run below the surface, deep enough to brand us. The friction of every grind pulled me into a dizzying spell. We melded perfectly. Our blood flowed in the same direction, hearts beating at the same pace. Bound under a sinfully black full-moon. He hurt so good.
Julian crushed his mouth to mine as he came, jerking inside me and filling me with warmth, and afterward, he moved over me like a fickle dark cloud, kissing my mouth, down the side of my throat, my collarbone until he laid his head flat upon my breast, sinking between my legs.
Our chests heaved, and I felt his heartbeat against my stomach, his lungs rising and falling against my sex. “How do you feel?” he asked, a cold breath blowing over my sensitive skin.
I moved my fingers through his hair, down his neck and back. “Like I got hit by a…planet.”
Julian dropped his head onto my stomach and laughed. The sound was breathy and from the throat, flaring goosebumps over my skin. I’d hardly heard his laugh, and now I always wanted to make him laugh.
He lifted his head, and I felt his eyes on me. “Some theorists would call that a big bang,” he said, chuckling, then kissed the curve of my hipbone and smoothed his finger over my skin. “I never noticed this before.”
“What?” I tried to lift myself but couldn’t see anything in the dark. How could he?
“This,” he kissed my skin again, then traced his tongue over my flesh. “It’s like the shape of a moon.”
“Oh, my birth control patch must’ve come off during … you know,” I swayed my hips, hating that he saw it. I’d always been self-conscious of the raised mark on my skin.
“I like it.” Julian moved up the length of my body and tucked me into his naked side with his hand between my thighs.
Whispers passed between us through the night until, eventually, I fell asleep in the comfort of his arms.
When I woke the next morning, the music of the ocean drifted through the opened French doors. The fresh autumn breeze swept through the room too, commanding my eyes to open, but I’d already felt the emptiness crawling around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my heart to steady because he wasn’t here.
Eventually, I had to open my eyes. The sky was a swirl of pale blue, pink, and gold. The full-moon was gone. Julian was gone. And I was all alone.
Chapter 29
Julian
I avoided the Heathens,the town. All noise that wasn’t misery was torture to me. Solitude was a monster’s only solace––deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
Being inside Fallon had been better than I could have imagined. Images replayed in my mind, and I closed my eyes, recalling the way she’d ground her sex against mine as the ends of her white hair brushed my face, her light kisses trailing down my neck.
There had been no shame in the way she moved on top of me, using me to pleasure herself. And I’d let her all day long if that was what she wanted because I knew it was real. All strength I’d embodied became water. I’d slipped through it, almost busting before I’d flipped her onto her back to taste her innocence before I took it. Then, when I finally had, I became powerless. It should have been my first time because it damn well felt that way.
I’d laid with her awhile, naked and at peace, talking through the night hours until sleep took her. I’d stayed up for a few hours more, thinking of all the ways I could live like that forever. The things I would do, the people I would betray. My mind spiraled as she slept soundlessly, curled in my arms with her face buried in my chest.
