Chapter 188
Evelyn's POV
I got onto my hands and knees, suddenly hyperaware of the tail attached to the lingerie, of how exposed I was in this position, of how I must look.
But then Julian's hands were on my hips, positioning me, and he entered me again from behind in one smooth thrust that made me cry out because the angle was so much deeper, so much more intense.
"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, and I could hear the awe in his voice. "So perfect like this. So fucking beautiful."
He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against my ass with every thrust, and I could hear those bells jingling with the force of it, could feel the tail swaying, could feel him so deep inside me it was almost too much.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to feel you come again."
I was already so sensitive, already so overwhelmed, but I slid one hand between my legs and found my clit, circling it with shaking fingers while he kept pounding into me, kept hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he groaned. "Fuck, I can feel you getting tighter. You're going to come again, aren't you? Going to come all over my cock like a good girl?"
"Yes," I gasped, and the word came out broken, desperate. "Yes, Julian, please—"
"Come," he commanded. "Come for me right fucking now."
And I did, my arms giving out so I collapsed onto the mattress while he kept moving, kept taking, kept fucking me through the orgasm until I was sobbing with overstimulation and he finally came with a groan, filling me again, marking me again, claiming me again.
We lay there panting for maybe thirty seconds, my face pressed into the sheets and his weight partially on top of me, before I felt him shift. His fingers came up to my face, gently brushing away the tears I hadn't realized were still streaming down my cheeks.
"Hey," he said softly, his voice tender as he leaned down to kiss my temple, then my cheekbone, his tongue catching the salt of my tears. "You okay, baby? Was that too much?"
I shook my head, unable to form words yet, and he carefully rolled us over, pulling me up and guiding me into his lap so I was straddling him. His hands cradled my face, thumbs stroking gently over my wet cheeks while he searched my eyes with concern.
"Talk to me," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my nose, the corners of my mouth. "Tell me you're okay."
"I'm okay," I finally managed, my voice hoarse and shaky. "More than okay. That was just—intense. So intense."
"Too intense?" he asked, still watching me carefully.
"No," I said, and meant it. "Perfect. It was perfect."
The tension in his shoulders eased and he smiled, pulling me closer until my forehead rested against his. "Good," he whispered. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
I realized with a mix of exhaustion and disbelief that he was still hard, still ready, and I didn't know whether to be aroused or terrified.
"Julian, I can't—" I started, but he cut me off with a kiss.
"Yes, you can," he said against my lips, his hands on my hips guiding me down onto his cock. "One more, baby. Give me one more and then we'll rest. I promise."
This position was different, slower, letting me control the pace while he watched my face with such intensity it made me feel stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with the lingerie. His hands came up to play with the bells on my ears, making them chime softly, and instead of feeling embarrassed I felt cherished, adored, worshipped.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. "So perfect. So mine."
I started to move, slowly at first, then faster as the pleasure built again despite my exhaustion. His hands roamed over my body, touching me everywhere—my breasts through the lace, my waist, my thighs, my ass where the tail was attached—and he kept talking, kept telling me how beautiful I was, how perfect, how much he loved me, how he couldn't wait to see me round with his child.
"I'm going to take such good care of you," he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "You and our baby. Going to give you everything you've ever wanted, everything you deserve."
The words combined with the slow, deep rhythm of his cock inside me, combined with the way he was looking at me like I hung the moon, sent me over the edge one more time. This orgasm was different—softer, longer, rolling through me in gentle waves instead of crashing over me, and I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I came.
"I love you," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," he whispered back, and then he was coming, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me down hard, burying himself as deep as possible while he filled me one last time.
When it was over, we collapsed together, neither of us having the energy to move. I was still wearing the ridiculous lingerie, though the ears had come completely askew and I'd lost track of where the tail had ended up. My whole body ached in the best possible way, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, and when Julian's hand came to rest on my stomach—protective, possessive, wondering—I felt fresh tears prick at my eyes.
"I love you," I whispered again, because I couldn't say it enough.
"I love you too," he whispered back, his thumb stroking gently over my stomach. "And I love our maybe-baby already."
I laughed, the sound slightly watery, and curled closer to him as exhaustion finally pulled me under.
The last thing I heard was the ocean through the window and the faint jingle of bells as I shifted, and I fell asleep with his hand still resting on my stomach, protective over where our child might already be growing—a celebration of something that had once seemed impossible but had somehow, miraculously, become real.
Author’s Note:
Dear readers,
Hello! This is my first attempt at writing a story with an assassin as the female protagonist, and I’m trying to incorporate more schemes and planning into the plot, as well as experiment with different writing techniques. I’m not sure if I’ve made everything clear enough, or whether you’ll enjoy this style.
If possible, please leave more comments. I’ll decide the direction of my future writing based on your feedback. Thank you for accompanying me on this journey!