It was a heady feeling knowing how much your mere presence meant to someone. In Julian’s case, I was like oxygen to deprived lungs.
“You do know there will be days we’ll have our own things to do, right?” I laughed when he hugged me closer and shut me up with his mouth.
“Bed,” he moaned, and before I could say anything to that, he swooped me up in a bridal carry. He seemed to like doing that.
“Oh, my God, Julian, put me down!” I cackled.
“After we get to my room and you are on my bed.”
I was being jostled about as he climbed the stairs. “Don’t you have an elevator?”
“Yes.” Okay, one word answer, no elaboration. I’d have pushed further, but the look in Julian’s eyes was pure hunger.
I was so hypnotized by the animalistic gleam in Julian’s eyes, I didn’t realize we’d entered the bedroom until he was dropping me on the bed and covering me with his body.
“Julian,” I whimpered as he cupped my erection at the same time he was licking and sucking my neck. It was too much and not enough.
The sound of fabric tears, grunts, and wet noises filled the room. He was of one mind and that was to fuck me and while he was strong, he wasn’t hurting me. No, I was on board and if he decided he was going to devour me whole right now, I’d say have at it.
“Need you,” he moaned as soon as my pants were pulled off. I didn’t remember Julian getting naked—and hell, my own shirt was in tatters.
“Okay, hey.” I held his face in my hands. “I’m here, you have me.”
He nodded, then reached into the nightstand to pull out lube. I knew he’d prep me, but it wasn’t going to be much. I was understanding Julian more every day. It wasn’t just that he needed to fuck me to feel relief, he needed it to stabilize the beast that lingered under his skin. I was that remedy, and I welcomed the pain.
He slipped one finger in followed quickly by a second. His arms and legs were shaking, and he was barely hanging on.
“Fuck me, Julian.”
There were no words. He simply removed his fingers and slid his slick cock inside me in one fluid motion. The burn was a lotat first, but as he pumped it soon washed away and pleasure took over. So much fucking pleasure.
He lifted my arms above my head and held them there with one hand while the other wrapped around my neck and he thrust into me with everything he had.
Knowing how Julian killed people, I should be scared that he was anywhere near my neck, but my heart knew he’d never hurt me. My death would kill him; I could see it in his eyes, feel it in every pump of his hips, with each graze against my prostate, lick of his tongue, and press of his lips. I was his world, his everything, and I loved it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Julian
I replayedlast night over and over in my head. It consumed me to the point where I was missing everything my assistant was telling me about the new tour schedule. I used to relive my kills but now, my mind wanders to Wynn, always Wynn.
“Your Highness?” Rachel grabbed my attention.
“My apologies, just set it up and clear it with Edward, and we’ll be fine. Make sure Wynn is part of it.”
“Of course, Your Highness.”
I checked my watch. Wynn had left with Hannah and Mark for the airport a few hours ago. He’d said he’d stay until they boarded, which should have been half an hour ago. He’d be back soon, and I thought it may be nice for him to get that tour of this castle he hadn’t had yet.
“Your Highness.” Edward stepped into the room.
“What is it, Edward? I was about to get ready for Wynn’s arrival. I will be taking the rest of the day off to show him the grounds.”
“Sir.” Edward’s tone was firm, and it shot through me like electricity.
“What is it, Edward?”
“An hour ago we were informed that Shawn Ridgeway arrived in Lamdera. I let Francis know since he is heading Wynn’s security. He was keeping an eye out.”
