He squeezes around me, helpless, and I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, slow and filthy. “I want you to remember who’s inside you right now… and who never fucking deserved to be.”
Julian chokes on a moan, clutching at my arm like I’m the only thing keeping him from falling apart. Maybe I am.
I push in deeper, voice breaking into a growl against his lips. “And if you ever miss him again, Jules… I swear I’ll fuck the memory out of you.”
Julian shudders beneath me, every inch of him trembling, thighs taut around my hips as I curl my finger deeper. His chest is rising too fast now, sweat shining on his skin, his mouth open like he wants to say something but can’t get it out. He’s never looked smaller. Never looked more mine.
I drag my teeth along his cheek, whisper against his ear, low and slow. “You think he ever made you feel like this?” I curl my finger again, just to hear the sharp little sound he makes. “You think he ever touched you like you were his?”
Julian gasps, almost a sob, almost a moan. His hips twitch again, his entire body trying to grind down, take more, give in.
“No,” I breathe. “Because he didn’t give a fuck. You were a secret. A hole to fuck and forget.”
“Rafe…” Jules pants, voice shaking, head pressing back into the pillow like he can’t take it.
I add a second finger and he screams into my mouth like I reached something too deep, too raw, something buried under years of pretending he didn’t want to be wrecked by someone who saw him. Who knew him. Who would never, ever leave him.
“Feel that?” I growl against his lips, “That’s mine. That’s you, sobbing on my fingers, not his. You hear me?”
He nods. Fast. Frenzied. Tears slipping again and it’s perfect. He’s so fucking beautiful like this. “Say it,” I order, curling again, punishing him with softness. “Say it’s mine.”
“It’s—fuck—Rafe, it’s yours,” he chokes out, high and trembling. “Please—”
“Please what, Jules?” I bite at his throat, kiss the mark after. “Please stop? Please keep going? Please fill you until you forget that fucker’s name forever?”
“Yes.” It comes out strangled, broken. He’s shaking. Melting. Begging.
I keep going—slow, deep, unforgiving—until I find that spot. That perfect, buried nerve that makes him seize under me, back arching, mouth falling open in a ragged scream.
There he is.
Julian shatters.
“F–fuck—Rafe—please,” he gasps, voice so wrecked it barely sounds like a word, just need wrapped in a cry. His hands scramble for something—my arm, the sheets, the air—and when I push again, right there, hehowls.Eyes rolling back, tears streaking down his face, thighs quivering like they’ll give out under the weight of the pleasure tearing through him.
I keep my face against his, my mouth against his jaw, breathing him in like the only fucking drug I’ll ever need. “There it is,” I growl, curling my fingers again, dragging them over that spot with all the precision of a killer. “You feel that, pretty boy?”
He whimpers. His whole body bucks.
“Answer me, Jules.”
He nods, desperate, delirious. “Y-yes, yes, fuck, yes—”
I grind the heel of my palm down against him while my fingers stroke deep and relentless. He screams again, sobbing now, filthy and perfect andmine.
“You feel that in your fuckingsoul,don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Good,” I murmur, biting down on his throat just hard enough to leave a mark. “Because I’m gonna ruin you with it. I’m gonna make you forget every touch before mine. Every hand. Every lie.”
He chokes out a sob andnods—so frantic, so fuckingprettylike this.
“Rafe—I can’t—” he gasps, hips jerking, back curling off the mattress.
“Youcan,Jules,” I growl, kissing his cheek, dragging my teeth across the shell of his ear. “And youwill.Cry for it if you have to.”
He does. Christ, hedoes.He cries, moans, begs. “Please, Rafe—please, I’ll be good, I’ll—fuck,don’t stop—please—”
