Chapter 149
Nora's POV
The warm water had washed away the alcohol haze and taken some of the drunkenness with it. When Julian dried me off and dressed me in his oversized T-shirt and panties, my mind was clearer than before—clear enough to know what I wanted.
I wanted him.
The thought was so clear, so intense, as if it had been lurking in the depths of my heart all along, only now finally surfacing.
After he thought I'd fallen asleep, he turned and went to the bathroom.
I stumbled toward his room.
When he returned to find me on his bed, surprised, I moved closer to him, like a fish desperate for water.
I cupped his face and kissed him.
His arms tightened, pulling me against him, responding to my kiss. This kiss was deep, burning, carrying all the hunger we'd both suppressed for too long. My fingers tangled in his still-damp hair, pulling him closer.
When we broke apart, we were both gasping.
"This is your last chance to stop this," he warned, his voice barely recognizable. "Tell me no, Nora. Tell me you want me to leave."
I met his gaze without hesitation. "Stay."
It was the truth. Though alcohol still flowed through my veins, part of my consciousness remained clear—clear enough to know this was what I wanted. He was what I wanted.
He growled low and kissed me again, lifting me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my lips sliding from his mouth to his throat, kissing along his jawline down to his collarbone.
I felt like an animal starved too long, finally getting the sustenance I craved. My body burned for his touch, craving more contact.
When I wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel the heat of his body, feel his suppressed trembling.
The hunger in his eyes perfectly matched the fire burning inside me.
Our gazes locked in silent communication, every nerve ending in my body becoming hypersensitive.
His lips and hands began exploring, caressing, claiming.
I couldn't keep up with these sensations. Every touch of his fingers, every brush of his lips sent waves of ecstasy through me, drawing moans from deep in my throat.
I wanted more. I needed more.
My trembling hands reached to remove his clothes. When nervousness suddenly struck, my movements paused. What if I do something wrong? What if I disappoint him?
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes finding mine. "Baby, it's just me. You have nothing to be nervous about."
I took a deep breath and slipped my hand into his sweatpants. When my fingertips touched him, he made a sound between a groan and a hiss.
His cock was big and hard—incredibly hard—and hotter than I'd expected. Feeling him pulse in my palm, a new wave of desire swept through me.
I wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to explore his body. With a sudden surge of boldness, I pushed at his chest.
He cooperated, rolling onto his back, watching me. "Baby?"
"Shh," I whispered, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. I kissed his lips lightly, murmuring, "Let me touch you."
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, the friction between our bodies igniting sweet fire in my belly.
I rocked my hips, gasping at the sensation. His heat radiated through the thin fabric, making my whole body burn.
"Fuck," he gritted through clenched teeth, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I wanted to hear more sounds like that from him. I moved again, a moan catching in my throat.
I found his lips again, my tongue sweeping across his. Our tongues tangled, fighting for dominance, my body pressed completely against him. I was already wet for him, a hunger I'd never experienced burning inside me.
As I continued grinding, I moaned against his mouth, his hands beginning to roam. His touch was scorching, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers traveled.
T-shirt came off, exposing my breasts to the air. I was too lost in sensation to feel shy. I was acting on pure instinct now, wanting to be completely naked, wanting to feel him touch every inch of me.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
"Touch me," I whispered.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks, making them harden. Then he flipped our positions, kissing down my body. He lingered at my neck, his lips and tongue exploring the sensitive skin there.
"Yes," I moaned, surrendering completely.
I didn't care about the sounds escaping my lips, didn't care how vulnerable I was. I just wanted to feel and savor every moment.
Julian hooked his thumbs into my panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Now I lay completely naked on his bed.
I could hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears, my throat tight with anticipation. I could feel his heartbeat too.
He looked down at me, his gaze sweeping over every part of me. I let him look, offering no resistance.
I had no urge to cover myself, no embarrassment or shame. I was his, and I wanted him to love every part of me.
"Damn, baby, how did I get so lucky?" he said, his voice full of possession.
I watched as he stripped off his sweatpants. When I saw his full size, I gasped. He was bigger and thicker than I'd imagined. A shiver ran through my body.
I'd never been so in awe of a man. His body was perfectly sculpted—hard yet soft, sexy and beautiful. Muscle definition clear but not excessive.
I felt the urge to touch myself, unprecedented heat building between my legs.
His gaze brightened, turning gold, his lips curving into a dangerous smile.
My fingertips slid down my belly, the need to pleasure myself overwhelming. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, burning and intense.
"Do it," he commanded, his voice alone nearly enough to make me climax.
I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and slid my fingers into the soft folds. When I found my sensitive spot, I arched my back, my legs trembling from the building tension.
I brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking them, and heard a growl that made my eyes snap open.
Julian was stroking himself. His thick, engorged cock pulsing in his hand.
I bit my lip, completely mesmerized.
"Lie down," he commanded, his voice full of dominance and primal hunger.
A shiver ran through me. I propped myself on my elbows and lay back, my eyes never leaving his, completely drawn to his dominance.
"Baby, your first orgasm is mine," he said, starting at my feet, kissing up my ankle, licking the inside of my thigh.
I sucked in a sharp breath. He was so close to my core. My heart raced, I felt like I couldn't breathe.
When his scorching tongue touched me, unprecedented pleasure hit.
"Oh my God," I cried out, gripping the sheets beneath me. I couldn't control my hips' movements, currents of pleasure running through my body as his tongue explored deeply, the sensation intoxicating.
My whole body trembled, making sounds I'd never made before.
When I felt pressure building deep inside, I gasped—he wasn't just using his mouth, his fingers were exploring inside me, searching for my most sensitive spot.
Then suddenly, he stopped. I froze, feeling bereft. Why did he stop?
"Baby, you okay?"
I felt frustrated. The building climax was fading.
"Please don't stop," I whispered, wanting to climax on his tongue.
"Baby," he called, his thumb circling my sensitive spot, drawing a cry from me. "I want your first orgasm on my cock, not my mouth."
He pressed a light kiss to my most sensitive place, then climbed up my body.
The moment his lips touched mine, I immediately slid my tongue in. Though I enjoyed this anticipation, I wanted Julian inside me more—this desire was almost primal instinct.
I could feel his head at my entrance, sliding through the soft folds, hitting my sensitive spot with each movement.
"Damn, baby, you're so wet," he said, satisfaction clear in his voice.
"Please, Julian," I begged. I couldn't take it anymore, didn't want to be teased. "I need you."
"Need what?" he murmured.
"I need you inside me," I said. "Now."
When he thrust in, I cried out. He stopped, letting me adjust to his size, his heat transferring into me.
I looked into his eyes.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he gritted through clenched teeth.
My inner walls instinctively contracted.
"Don't do that or I'll come right now," he hissed. I laughed softly, and he sucked in a breath, clearly controlling himself.
"I'm okay," I said, gripping his face, accepting all of him completely.
When he started moving, I couldn't control myself, moaning, nails raking down his back.
I wanted him faster, deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feet pressing against his thighs.
"Yes," I moaned as he quickened his pace, his movements more forceful.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"I'm—I'm—" I stammered as the sensation built in my belly. "Faster, Julian, please."
"Fuck yes, baby," he groaned.
"Harder," I cried out.
He pulled me toward him, steadying my hips, thrusting harder and faster. He buried his head in my neck, lips sucking and licking at my skin.
My whole body trembled, toes curling as orgasm crashed over me, a cry escaping my lips, more intense than anything before.
He held me tight, grinding his hips, letting me ride out the pleasure.
Then I felt a sting, slight pain. He sank his fangs into my neck.
He licked at my skin. My body tensed, legs trembling as another orgasm hit, even stronger than the first.
With a final thrust, Julian released inside me.
His forehead pressed against mine, both of us gasping, bodies intimately connected.
"Mine," he growled. "You're mine now, Nora."
My fingers gently stroked his cheek, a sense of completeness I'd never felt before washing over me.