I didn’t expect him to roll us. In a single instance, it was as if a switch had flipped. His eyes swirled chaotically as he landed ontop of me. As I took the brunt of his weight. As he pumped into me fast and fiercely. As his tears dripped onto me.
The warm drops fell sporadically.
“I don’t deserve you. But I will be selfish and take what you give me.” He leaned over and captured my lips, offering slow long snaps of his hips as his tears mixed into my mouth.
As he forced me to consume his suffering. I took it willingly. I couldn’t begin to fathom the agony he had endured.
He deepened the kiss, his hand reaching between us and finding my clit as he continued to pump into me. Julian encompassed each and every one of my senses. It was too much. Too little.
Over five years in a lonely dark room and now the door was opening and it was filling with everything which had been held at bay. A thousand emotions bogging us down all at once. I didn’t realize I was crying until he released my lips.
“You’re beautiful, Raven. But more than that, you are hope. One which I will hold onto for as long as you will allow me.” And then he began offering long hard thrusts into me, his hand pinching and playing with my clit.
I did not expect for it to be my undoing.
But it all overpowered me at once; my emotions and being flowed out of me in an ethereal way as my pleasure took hold and stomped down everything else.
“Julian,” I gasped.
He captured my lips again as he slammed all the way in and froze inside, his cock jerking as he filled me.
“Thank you,” he murmured when our breathing had slowed. “For forgiving me. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” He readjusted, rolling until he was hugging me from behind.
We were sticky, sweaty, but I didn’t care.
Wrapped in Julian’s embrace, I felt another piece of my soul begin to heal. He would be another support by my side as wenavigated this new country. Its rules. And I knew without a doubt he would do everything to keep me safe.
Except it was that thought that worried me the most.
Chapter 11
She Should Have Been Mine
Griffin
Fourteen Years – Six Months Ago – Violencia
Griffin tossed and turned on the thin cot in his room. It had been six months since he had arrived in Violencia, and he had begun to hate it. Every time he was invited to a new facility, he found someone from his country or Luscinia. Always in parts of the Government as Officials.
And they all had one characteristic in common.
Greed.
Second sons. Lower royalty.
It was as if they stayed here to become the worst versions of themselves, to dance into every sick fantasy they could encounter.
It disgusted Griffin. Each Facility he went to opened a new window of horrors into the day-to-day lives of the citizens here.
This country had access to one thing theirs didn’t.
Women.
Except here, they weren’t considered cherished.
“Are you up?” Viktor’s knock came at his door. “Your brother is calling. It must be important.”
And then there was the technology. This country had somehow managed to surpass his own. Devices, better vehicles, everything felt new and fresh.
