Chapter 142
Evelyn's POV
Julian's mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping against mine with deliberate hunger. His hand slid down my body with clear intent, cupping my breast and squeezing gently before his thumb found my nipple, circling it until it hardened beneath his touch.
I arched into him with a soft gasp. "Julian..."
"I've got you," he murmured against my lips. His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every inch of his hard cock pressing against my thigh. "Just feel, Evelyn. Let me take care of you."
His mouth left mine to trail down my throat. He sucked at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. The possessiveness of it sent heat flooding through me.
I let out a breathy sound, deliberately softer and more yielding than usual. Testing.
Julian's responding growl was pure satisfaction. His hand left my breast to slide lower, fingers tracing the curve of my waist, my hip, then moving between my thighs with confident purpose.
He found me already wet. Already ready for him.
"Fuck," he breathed against my collarbone. "You're so wet for me already."
His fingers parted my folds, one thick digit sliding inside me with practiced ease. I let my voice rise, making the moan more pronounced, more deliberately sensual.
"Ah... Julian..."
The effect was immediate. His fingers curled inside me with renewed purpose, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh.
So he liked that.
I filed the information away even as genuine pleasure built. There was power in this—in learning what drove him wild, in choosing to give him that gift. And surprisingly, the act of performing for him made my own arousal spike higher.
"That's it," Julian murmured. His thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "Let me hear you, sweetheart. Want to know exactly what makes you feel good."
He added a second finger, stretching me, his movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust of his fingers was accompanied by the perfect pressure on my clit. Building pleasure in waves that made my hips roll against his hand.
I let my voice go breathy and high. "Julian... oh God..."
My fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase as sensation overwhelmed me—both the physical pleasure and the heady rush of watching him respond to my sounds.
"Not yet." His voice was rough with restraint. "Want you to come on my cock this time."
He withdrew his fingers, leaving me gasping at the loss. But before I could protest, he was positioning himself between my thighs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and hard and perfect.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
My eyes opened, locking with his gray gaze. The intensity there stole my breath. Raw desire mixed with something deeper. Something that made my chest ache.
Julian pushed inside me slowly. So slowly I felt every inch of him filling me. Stretching me. The sensation was overwhelming—pleasure edged with just enough pressure to make me gasp.
I let the sound out deliberately, making it breathy and wanting. "Ah... fuck..."
"That's it," Julian groaned. His jaw was clenched with the effort of going slow. "Taking me so well, Evelyn. So fucking perfect."
When he was fully seated inside me, he paused. Let me adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. His forehead pressed against mine, both of us breathing hard.
Then he began to move.
Slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him. His cock dragged against that spot inside me with each stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. One of his hands gripped my hip, holding me steady. The other slid between us to find my clit again.
I let my voice rise with each thrust, making the sounds more vocal, more deliberately seductive. "Ah... ah... Julian..."
Julian's rhythm faltered. His gray eyes locked on mine with something almost like shock.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough. "You've never... you've never sounded like this before."
His hips snapped forward harder, driving deeper. The sudden intensity made me cry out for real.
"Mm..." I let the sound vibrate in my throat, deliberately sensual.
Julian's hand tightened on my hip. His thrusts came faster now, each one punctuated by a question breathed against my neck.
"Is this—" Thrust. "—a reward?" Thrust. "For handling everything this morning?"
I didn't answer with words. Just let another moan escape, breathy and wanting. "Mm... Julian..."
"Fuck, Evelyn..." His control was slipping. I could feel it in the way his rhythm grew more erratic, more desperate. "If I'd known—" Thrust. "—I'd get this kind of reward—" Harder. "—I wouldn't have wasted so much time going slow."
He shifted the angle, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, circling with perfect pressure.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. My performed moans became genuine cries as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core.
"Julian... I'm—" The words dissolved as the orgasm hit.
My inner walls clenched around his cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure. I cried out his name, the sound raw and uncontrolled now, all performance abandoned in the face of genuine ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes," Julian groaned. His thrusts became erratic as my body squeezed him. "Evelyn... God, Evelyn..."
He buried himself deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. I felt the heat of his release, felt the way his whole body went taut before relaxing against me with a shuddering breath.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just stayed locked together, hearts pounding, breathing hard.
Julian's hand came up to cup my face. His thumb brushed my cheekbone with achingly gentle touch. When I opened my eyes, his gray gaze was soft with satisfaction and something deeper.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before carefully withdrawing. I made a small sound of protest at the loss, which made him smile.
"Come here," he said, pulling me against his chest.
I went willingly, letting him arrange us so my head rested over his heart. His hand traced lazy patterns on my back while I listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat gradually slowing to normal.
The morning light had shifted, painting new patterns across the room. Somewhere in the distance I could hear the faint sounds of the city waking up.
But here, in Julian's arms, the world felt far away. Safe. Right.
"I could get used to this," I murmured drowsily. My defenses so thoroughly dismantled I couldn't summon the energy to rebuild them.
"Good." Julian's arms tightened around me. "Because this is your life now. Our life. Morning sex, solved cases, and a very judgmental cat who's probably waiting for his breakfast."
As if summoned, Ghost appeared in the doorway. Her green eyes fixed on us with what could only be described as feline disapproval.
She let out a single, pointed meow.
I laughed despite myself. The sound surprised me with its genuine lightness.
"I think we're being scolded."
"Definitely being scolded." Julian pressed a kiss to my temple. "She takes her meal schedule very seriously. Come on—I'll feed the beast, and then we can figure out what normal people do on a Thursday morning when they're not hunting killers or preventing kidnappings."
"Do we even know how to be normal?" I asked.
Julian's smile was crooked. Endearing.
"No idea. But we can try. And if we fail spectacularly, at least we'll fail together."