I lift my hips, and squeeze around him, making him swear under his breath, and then he pushes all the way in, until his hips meet my body, and we both gasp, our eyes pinned to each other.
“I’m sorry. Shit, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my goddamn life.” He peppers kisses on my cheek and neck, soothing me. “Breathe for me, Angel.”
I take a deep breath and shiver when his lips ghost over that spot on my neck that makes me crazy.
“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back.” My nails dig into his ass, pulling him closer. “Never. Fuck me, Julian.”
He growls and pulls out, until just the tip is still inside, and then he pushes back in, and my muscles relax, and a pleasure that I’ve never felt before takes over.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so damn amazing,” he murmurs before pulling my nipple into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. His body is just incredible, his abs flexing as he rolls his hips, fucking me so well, this must be what heaven is like.
He looks down between us and stops moving altogether.
My eyes follow his, and for a minute, seeing my blood on him makes me want to hide my face again, but then he swipes his thumb over his shaft, wiping up the blood, and he licks it off, his black gaze holding mine.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“Your virgin blood on my cock is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He starts to pound into me, as if his restraint has snapped, he covers my mouth, and I can taste the coppery essence of my blood on his tongue.
It doesn’t disgust me.
It makes me ...lose my damn mind.
I rake my fingernails down his back, and he bites my lower lip, and then he’s fucking me hard and fast, one hand on my throat and the other planted on the bed just above my head, staring down at me like I’m his whole world.
“You’re so fuckingbeautiful. And you’re mine, Natasha. Do you understand? This virgin pussy is mine.”
“I’m all yours,” I manage to say before my core tightens and I feel an orgasm building that might just make me pass out. “Julian.”
“That’s right, baby. Fucking hell.” I squeeze around him and his jaw clenches, and then he’s coming with me, his hips jerking against me as he comes apart, and then he curls around me, holding me so tenderly, solovingly, that it brings tears to my eyes.
This is how it’s supposed to be, and I’m so relieved that my first time was here, with Julian.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of me, and then brushes his finger through my slit, gathering our cum and my blood, and he looks so damn pleased with himself, I can’t help but chuckle.
“You find this funny?”
“I think I’m delirious, and you look incredibly pleased with yourself.”
His face softens, and he paints our mess over my lower lip.
Without being asked, I sweep my tongue over that lip, and his eyes dilate.
“You’re fucking perfect for me.”
“Good because you’re stuck with me.”
Suddenly, Julian rolls off me and pulls me from the bed, leading me to the bathroom.
“I’m going to clean you up,” he says as he turns on the shower. “And then I’m going to fuck you against that tile.”
“That’s the second-best idea I’ve heard all night.”
