He kissed me.
25
Violet
Julian’s mouthslammed into mine, fierce and unrestrained, hands locking around my hips as my spine hit the tree with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. Any sound I made vanished between our mouths, swallowed by the feverish urgency of his lips.
For a split second, my mind went completely blank. Shock short-circuited every thought, every instinct, every rational response. Then reality finally kicked in again.
This was really happening.
Julian was really kissing me.
He did it like he hunted; hard, relentless, and confident, like he expected me to surrender to it. And…
I did. In those fraught seconds, every ounce of resistance melted away, and I let him do it. Let him have me.
I tried to convince myself that my decision to do so was just about surviving the hunt. About self-preservation. Because as long as Julian’s mouth stayed busy on mine, then he wasn’t hurting me the way he’d hurt so many others in the past.
But that was total bullshit.
I didn’t just want to live. I wantedhim. Wanted him despite the cruelty in his words, despite everything he’d done. I hated to admit it, but the only thing that was threatening to ruin me right now wasn’t my fear of him, but the unbearable need to feel him inside me.
My fingers twisted into his jacket, pulling him even closer, because there was no point lying to him or myself anymore. Not with his body pressed this close to mine. Not with his teeth catching my lower lip. Not with the ache still pulsing between my legs.
His mouth slid to my throat, teeth dragging slowly over my skin. He exhaled sharply, something feral in the sound, and then we were moving again, his hands roaming, gripping, stripping away whatever stood between us.
My sweater was gone first, peeled off and flung somewhere behind us. My bra followed, stripped away without ceremony. Then Julian dropped down fast, urgency written into every movement, hands yanking my cargo pants down my legs before I could even catch my breath. My underwear didn’t survive the moment. He ripped them aside like an inconvenience, already gone, already forgotten.
There was no slow build. No mercy. His mouth claimed me with brutal intent, tongue pressing hard against my clit like he meant to overwhelm me from the first touch. A raw sound ripped out of my throat as my body reacted instantly, hips jerking forward as he devoured me like restraint didn’t exist. Like his hunger was the only thing that mattered.
“Julian…” My voice cracked as my fingers clenched into his shoulders.
He worked my pussy relentlessly, mouth and tongue moving with savage focus, sucking and circling until my legs trembled beneath me. Every nerve felt lit on fire, pleasure hitting too hard, too fast, building before I was ready for it.
I was right on the edge when he stopped. He stood abruptly, breathing heavily as he looked down at me. The pause was cruel, and I knew he’d done it on purpose. He was fully aware that I wasthisclose to coming.
“You’re going to take me, Violet,” he said, voice low and commanding. “All of me. And you’re going to love it.”
Before I could respond, he turned me around and bent me forward, big hands pressing me flat against the tree’s rough bark.
“Stay still.”
Cold air nipped at my bare skin, followed immediately by the heat of Julian’s body closing in behind me. I heard the sound of his belt and the slide of fabric, and then his length brushed against me, thick and unyielding, gliding through my slickness.
“Fucking soaked already,” he murmured, satisfaction threading his tone as his hand reached around, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over my clit. “I knew it.”
A moan slipped free as I widened my stance without thinking, offering myself up.
“You want this,” he went on. “Right here. You want me to fuck you exactly like this.”
It wasn’t even a question. Just a comment.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, utterly desperate. “Please.”
He teased me for one more unbearable second, the head of his cock dragging along my entrance, and then he finally pushed inside. The stretch stole the air from my lungs, a sharp cry tearing out as pleasure and pain collided. It burned, deep and demanding, but I welcomed the sting. Welcomed every inch.Neededit.
“Oh, fuck,” Julian ground out, pushing deeper. “You feel so fucking good, baby. I knew you would.”
