#121: Fallen: Fire and Redemption - No Mercy (+18)

#121: Fallen: Fire and Redemption - No Mercy (+18)
Violet

I could count on one hand how many times Julian and I had been interrupted by external factors, but this time, it was entirely my fault. I forgot the damn popcorn on the stove and ruined the moment I had wanted so badly since I got here.

When I saw the chaos already unfolding, I spotted the smoking pot in the sink, thick smoke crawling across the ceiling as the alarm shrieked like crazy, nearly deafening us.

Julian climbed onto a chair and yanked the detector down with a force I didn't expect, almost too irritated. The noise stopped. We stood in silence for two seconds before I burst into nervous laughter, or maybe relief, if he wasn’t furious with me for doing something that interrupted us.

But I didn’t even have time to consider that before I caught the way he was looking at me.

The smell of burnt popcorn still hung heavy in the air, but what was burning me up in that moment was him. I looked at him, saw the sweat on his neck, the way his eyes devoured me like he had waited for this for years. And maybe he had. I had too.
Julian closed the distance between us with slow, determined steps. His large hand grabbed my waist and pulled me against his chest. Our bodies pressed together, and I stopped thinking altogether.

He picked me up with strength, and I wrapped myself around him without hesitation — my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Hot and instinctive, just like us — a little immoral.
Julian carried me effortlessly, shut the door with his hip, and threw me onto the bed with that rough yet careful touch. No hesitation, no questions. Like someone who already knows this body is his.

The room, dimly lit by the golden hue of the lamp, barely concealed the look he gave me, filled with a lust that seemed to consume us even before anything really happened.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, my thin blouse barely hiding my breasts, nipples already hard and sensitive.
I watched him take me in, from head to toe, his infamous and focused gaze making his jaw tighten and fists clench at his sides like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless. I was the reckless thing, and he was about to love doing it.

“Take it off,” I whispered, pointing at his shirt. I was tired of seeing him always so dressed.

He didn’t say a word, just pulled the T-shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. My mouth went dry at the sight of all that exposed skin. Not just the muscles, the scars, or the evident strength that amplified his masculinity, but because I knew exactly what that body could do to me. And fuck, I wanted it so badly.

I crawled across the mattress, my hands going straight to his warm skin, sliding upward from his abs to his neck. My nails, longer than usual after being away from a professional kitchen, lightly scratched his cheek.
Julian knelt between my legs, his fingers trailing up my thigh with the ease of someone who had already been there — his touch familiar. A shiver ran through me when he teased a touch where I needed it most, making my back arch.

When he pulled up my blouse and saw I wasn’t wearing a bra, he let out a low “fuck…” that made me bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together. Without hesitation, his mouth covered my breast in a second, licking and sucking my nipple like he wanted to drive me insane. And he did.

His hand slid between my legs, pressing against my pussy through my pants. I moaned, loud and needy, craving him inside me.
He smiled with his mouth still on my breast — cocky and delicious — then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down roughly.

Julian dragged his finger along the thin strap of the lacy panties that hugged my waist, teasing like he might pull them off. But then he didn’t — just focused on the sheer fabric, hiding what he wanted so badly.

He leaned in, brushing his nose and lips against the thin lace that left me so exposed and sensitive. He ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit, feeling me through the panties.

I moaned loudly — a desperate, breathy sound. It had been so long, and I knew I’d be sensitive, but the fact that it was Julian Kauer doing this turned everything up by ten.

He wanted to set a mood, make it last, make up for lost time — but he was just as hungry as I was. He tugged the panties hard, nearly ripping the tiny piece of fabric apart.

“This is the smallest pair of panties I’ve ever seen,” he said, holding them between his fingers with a wicked grin.

“I figured you’d like them,” I replied in the same teasing tone, watching him run his tongue over his cheek.

“I’m gonna make you wear them just so I can fuck you with them on.”

His expression shifted when he said that, like he became someone else. His fingers went straight between my legs. He spread me open with ease and started rubbing my clit like he knew every single spot that made me tremble — like he knew me as well as I did.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, voice deep and filthy—rough in a way I’d never heard before. “And I haven’t even started yet.”

“Then fuck me, Julian. Start now.”

“This is how you like it?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.

All I could do was moan. His fingers slid inside — two at once — filling me hard, with rhythm. My hips bucked, begging for more. He groaned low and hoarse, his eyes burning.

I couldn’t be more turned on knowing how much he loved it, how dirty he sounded showing it. There’s nothing sexier than a man growling about how much he loves to fuck you.

“Fuck, Violet… you’re gripping me like you wanna trap me inside you.”

I scratched his shoulders, desperate. He took off the rest of his clothes with one hand, never looking away. With one arm behind me for support and my hand on his shoulder for balance, I followed his every move with my eyes.

I watched as he pulled down his underwear, revealing his hard, swollen cock, pre-cum dripping from the flushed head. He stroked it slowly, spreading the slickness from tip to base along the rigid shaft.

Then he leaned in, stepping forward, and rubbed the head of his cock against my dripping entrance, throbbing just from feeling me. My breath caught, and in that moment, I knew — I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.

“I need you to fuck me. Now. No mercy.”