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THIS CHAPTER HAS A SOUNDTRACK
Say Itby Ne-Yo |Yeah, I Said Itby Rihanna |Slowby Tank |My Heart Belongs to Youby Jodeci
alyssa
Our kisses started slow,apologizing on both sides, and then they stopped apologizing. Julian took my hand.
“Come on.” He walked me back to his room and turned the lamp down low. “Get ready for bed.”
“It’s barely six. We haven’t even eaten.”
He just looked at me, and held it, letting his stare answer for him, as I felt the misunderstanding go up in smoke.Oh.He didn’t mean sleep.
I stepped out of my clothes and pulled my earrings off while he pulled out his phone. Ne-Yo’sSay Itcame on low.
He stood next to the bed and watched me. “Bra and panties too. Then lie down,” he ordered.
I slipped them off and crawled naked to the middle of his huge bed, and lay down. He reached into his nightstand drawer and came out with two long strips of black silk. My breath stuck somewhere high in my chest.
“Do you trust me?”
I looked at the silk, then at him. And myyescame up easy with no fight. “Yes.”
He grinned and looped one of my wrists, pulled it snug, slid two fingers under to check it, then tied it off to the headboard. He repeated with my other wrist. I couldn’t bring my arms back down. The strangeness of that rolled through me, half panic and half excitement.I can’t do anything now.I couldn’t reach for him. Couldn’t help, couldn’t carry one corner of it. There was no job in this for me anywhere.
“If you say stop, I stop. Understand?”
I nodded. It should have been the scariest feeling in the world, but it was the most alive I’d felt. I looked up at him, rubbing my lips togethernervously. He knelt over me and took my face in his hand, and his deep voice came out even and serious.
“I respect the hell out of you, Alyssa. You know that,” he said matter-of-factly. “I need you to hear that though, before I lay another hand on you.” His thumb dragged slow across my bottom lip, pulling it free, and the smile that came after was a wicked one. “Because the way I’m about to take you apart in this bed is a separate thing. I need you to know they both live in the same man.”
My heart slammed.
“You sent Gerald home last night,” he said almost conversationally.
“Julian.”
“I’m not bringing it up again to fight about it.” His hand spread flat across my stomach. “I’m bringing it up so you understand the mood I’m in.”
He captured my lips in an aggressive kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to dominate mine.
“We had an agreement, and you went back on it. You don’t listen, do you?” His hand came up to grip my chin, tilting my head back. “What should we do about that?”
My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and exhilaration flooding my veins. I smiled, tilting my chin further in his grasp. “I don’t know. Punish me?”
He pulled back slightly, surprise flickering across his face before it was consumed by a darker, hungrier look. His eyes roamed over my face, down my body, and then back up, as if he was deciding how to dismantle me.
He moved fast. Before I could react, he was hovering on top of me. He licked a wet stripe over the dark, sensitive skin of my areola before taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, pulling it deep into his mouth, while his tongue swirled rapidly. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, pushing my chest further into his face. My nipples were always sensitive, but certain times of the month they were almost painfully tender, and he knew exactly how to exploit that weakness.
He switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing my erect nipple before he bit down lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I groaned, a long, broken sound, struggling against the silk restraining my wrists, writhing my hips and legs. He held my legs still with his body, feasting on my chest, alternating between rough sucks and teasing nibbles that left me gasping for air.
“Julian,” I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillows. “God, it feels so good!”
He hummed against my skin, the vibration adding to the sensation, and his free hand began to move. He dragged his palm down the center of my body, over my stomach, and down to the curve of my hip. The contrast between the wet warmth of his mouth stimulating my nipples, and the firm, possessive pressure of his hand moving down my body was maddening.
