I ripped the sweater over my head. My watch followed, hitting the floor with a heavy, expensive thud. I made quick work of my belt and slacks, kicking them aside until I stood before her completely bare. The way she looked at me—her gaze dragging over the hard lines of my chest and the heavy, aching length of me—made the air in the room feel flammable.
"Don't look away," I commanded, my voice a low vibration.
I moved back over her. I peeled her shirt over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside to reveal the warm, bronze, curves of her thick body, she was trembling. Goosebumps had broke out over her skin. She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her, but it also hurt not to. My fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, sliding them down her legs until she was as naked as I was. Her pussy was glazed over, sticky just leaked from her.
She was a masterpiece, my fucking undoing.
"I'm going to make sure you remember exactly what you're staying for," I promised.
I leaned down and licked a path up the inside of her calf, the back of her knee, and the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Elara let out a fractured sob, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to pull me up to her lips, but I stayed low. I wanted to taste the salt of her skin, the sweetness of her heat. I moved my tongue over her hip bone, tracing the stretch marks there, swirling into the dip of her waist before dragging it up the center of her stomach.
I felt every muscle in her body jump. She was arching, her skin buzzing against mine, her breath coming in sharp, jagged hitches as I reached her breasts. I circled each nipple, tasting the way they pebbled under my touch, before moving to the hollow of her throat. By the time I worked my way back to her lips, she was a wreck—heaving, wet, and moaning.
"Every inch, Elara," I whispered against her mouth, my hand sliding down to find her center slick and aching for me. "I own every inch of you. If you try to run, I’ll just chase you down and bring you back."
I didn't wait for her to answer with words. I pushed against her, teasing her until she begged with a broken moan, before roughly sliding my dick into her. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream, her body taking all of me as she buckled beneath me.
“Fuck, Elara.”
I grabbed her legs, throwing them over my shoulders, gripping her ass to spread her as I buried myself to the hilt. She inhaled sharply, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down to claim her mouth again. I didn't give her the fast, easy friction I knew she wanted; I rolled my hips, slow and agonizingly deep, making sure she felt every inch of the man she thought she could walk away from.
“Look at me, Elara.”
She tried to turn her head, to lose herself in the sensation, but I wasn't having it. I caught her chin, forcing her focus back to me.
“Try to run from me again—and there will be consequences,” I warned, my voice laced with the lingering anger of the last three days. “Look at me while I make love to you.”
She forced her eyes open, her gaze locked onto mine. I held her stare, my thrusts picking up speed, turning her insides to liquid.
“Do you feel that, baby?” I asked. She nodded frantically, her body beginning to shake. “I want you, Elara. All of you. Forever.”
The speed of my thrusts got faster, a sensory overloadhad us both moaning in a synchronized rhythm. My pulse thundered in my ears as I fucked her , trying to remind her she was mine.
“I need you,” I groaned, the peak rising like a tidal wave. I slowed down, rocking into her, leaning down to take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until she cried out my name.
“You're all mine,” I whispered against her skin, feeling the tremors rack her frame as she shattered beneath me. I smiled. “Are you mine, Elara?”
She didn't hesitate. She clung to me, her voice a broken, beautiful sob.
“I’m yours. Julian, I’m yours.”
I felt the words vibrate through both of us, and as I finally let go, sinking deeper into her, I knew I was never letting her go.
Chapter 52
Julian
I woke up to an empty bed and a flicker of panic before I heard her in the other room.
The reality of it all—of us—was still settling in my bones so I hadn't slept well. I was wondering...
She interrupted my thoughts, coming into the bedroom fully dressed in a dress that hugged her waist and slightly rounded belly but flowed out everywhere else. “Get dressed. We’re going for a drive.” She smiled.
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
An hour later, I was guiding the Aston Martin through the ornate iron gates of a cemetery. The silence here was different—I hated it. A shiver, unrelated to the cool breeze, traced my spine.
