“You’re no fun,” I huffed as I bucked my hips.
Smirking at me, Julian used his other hand to guide his tip to my entrance, circling it but not going inside yet. “I can be very fun when good little hunters can follow directions and be patient.”
He pushed the tip inside, and I gasped. I waited for him to move, to give me more, but he did nothing. Just sat there.
I frowned at him. “I know it’s been a while, but you do know it’s supposed to go all the way in, right?”
Julian arched a brow at me. “Don’t rush me, or this is all you’re going to get.” He pulsated his hips, pushing his tip in and out of my entrance, making me burn for more and then frustrated when I didn’t get it.
“Julian, please.”
He didn’t respond, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his hips. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me. I’ve thought of nothing else all year.”
“And...” I grunted as my insides fluttered around him, squeezing as if it too wanted to draw him in further. “Whose fault... was that?”
My head tossed from side to side, unable to stand his torture much longer. “Please, I can’t... I need... fuck me.”
Julian peered down at me, taking in my disheveled state before cupping my hips and sliding almost all the way out. I cried out at the loss of him and then shouted a moan as he sheathed himself completely inside of me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my eye squeezing shut at the intensity of his thrusts. He had warmed me up so that each time he hit my cervix, it made me see star, a burst of pleasure spanning through me rather than what should have been discomfort.
“That it,” Julian murmured, his free hand moving to my breast. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
I let out a strangled moan, unable to give him a coherent answer. I hated to admit it, but he was right. My release was right there just over the next edge and I could feel it coming for me.
Then without warning, Julian pulled out.
I cried out in protest, but he simply turned me over, putting me on my hands and knees before thrusting back inside of me, hitting me even deeper than before. I couldn’t catch my breath, my body being wound tighter and tighter with each thrust.
A slew of curses ripped from me, unable to come but knowing it was just there and he was keeping it from me.
“Julian,” I growled, shoving my hips back to meet him. “Let me come.”
“Oh?” he chuckled through a grunt. “Now you want to come? So you admit, I win?”
I slammed my hand down on the bed in frustration, glaring at him over my shoulder.
“Yes, fine... ugh... you win. Please.” I practically whimpered at the need tightening in my lower abdomen just a few strokes away from being set off.
“Hmm, that’s what I like to hear,” Julian groaned as he slowed his movements so much, I feared he was going to stop. But then he slipped his hand between my legs and found my clit, pinching it between his fingers.
“Oh, God,” I screeched, scratching at the covers as my orgasm ripped through me. Stars burst behind my eyes, my body quaked seconds from collapsing on itself.
And Julian never once let up, dragging my release out until I was an oozing, drooling mess on the bed.
He stiffened, pumping slowly in and out of me. Hot liquid filled my insides, some of it spilling out to drip down the inside of my thighs as he got exactly what he wanted.
To come inside of me.
A quiet part of me was thankful for getting on birth control last month when Tate and I had started seeing each other, but it was barely there. My mind and body were a mush of nothingness.
I groaned, unable to move from the position he had me in.
Julian chuckled, pressing his lips to the base of my spine before turning me so that I laid on my back. He moved off the bed briefly before coming back, a warm cloth sliding through my folds.
I sighed and let my eyes flutter closed.
“You should sleep,” Julian commented, lying beside me, his arms pulling me into his embrace. “Because I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
