I slowed for a moment, letting the anticipation build. Then I let my head fall back against the pillows, and I fucked myself faster and harder, letting the pleasure spike and then retreat in teasing waves. I could feel the heat in my core building faster, the tension tightening, until it pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
I could still see how badly Julian wanted to close the distance, to touch, to feel, but he stayed exactly where I told him. That restraint, the way he burned for me without giving in, made the fire inside me impossible to control any longer.
I shuddered, letting a keening moan escape, the vibrations and pressure building to a breaking point. My fingers clenched, my back arched, and I gasped his name, letting my body shiver violently as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
When I finally collapsed back against the sheets, trembling and slick, I looked up at Julian. His eyes were wide and his chest was heaving.
“Now you can touch me,” I whispered.
The words were barely out of my mouth before he was on me, lips grazing my jaw as he pinned me to the bed beneath him. His fingers found me still slick and ready, and I gasped, grinding shamelessly on them.
He slid two of them inside me, curling them just right. He pumped them like that a few times before withdrawing and positioning his cock at my sopping entrance. In one thrust, he was buried in me, and I clenched around him, nails clawing at his shoulders.
“Harder,” I panted. “Harder.”
He obeyed. The sound of sweaty skin and choked moans filled the room. Every thrust sent shockwaves up my spine, and my head fell back as I trembled, thighs tightening around him.
“I’m gonna come again,” I gasped, voice thin and reedy.
“Good,” Julian growled, biting my neck. “Make a mess on me, baby.”
I did as he told me, shaking, squeezing, screaming like I didn’t care who heard. Julian followed with a groan, slamming into me one last time, hips grinding deep until we both went still.
He stayed inside me for a moment longer, forehead pressed to mine as our breathing slowly steadied. “Let’s stay right here for a minute,” he murmured. “Then we can get onto round two…”
After countless pleasures,we both lay tangled in the silk sheets, chests heaving as we caught our breath.
“Can we just stay in here forever?” I asked, stretching one arm above my head.
“That’d be great,” Julian murmured, his arm draped across my waist. “But you might miss your suite once in a while.”
“It does have a damn nice book collection,” I said, laughing softly. Something suddenly occurred to me, and my brows furrowed. “What happened to my old dorm at BHU? Is it still there, or did they reassign it?”
“Don’t worry.” Julian’s fingers played with the ends of my hair. “It’s still there, exactly as you left it.”
“Am I allowed to go back to it after the training period is over?”
He nodded. “You can if you want. But that almost never happens.”
“Why?” I asked, brows pulling even lower.
“Most Selection girls are seniors when they’re taken, so they’ve only got one semester left by the time training ends. They find it easier to just stick with the distance learning to finish their degrees,” he said. “The Club encourages the distance learning, too.”
“Even for juniors like me who still have a year and a half left?”
“Yeah. Couple reasons. First, it reinforces the whole mythos behind the Club. Girls getting swept up in the hunt and never returning.” His eyes flashed with wicked amusement. “That scares people. Makes them less likely to sniff around the Club.”
“Or in my case,morelikely.”
He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “Yup.”
“What’s the second reason?” I asked, tilting my chin up.
“The rare few who go back to campus get hit with an endless barrage of questions from friends and classmates who know they were on the List,” he replied. “Obviously, they can't say a word about what really happened or where they've been, so they either stay silent or give the cover story the Club provided. Which hardly anyone believes anyway.”
I nodded slowly. “That must get old fast, dealing with the constant questioning.”
“Yeah. Most girls find it easier to just… disappear, so to speak.”
