I resume my rhythm, angling my hips to hit his prostate with each thrust. My hand wraps around his cock, stroking him intime with my movements. His body responds, cock becoming fully hard in my grip.
“Just like that,” I encourage, watching pleasure battle fatigue on his face. “Feel how perfectly we fit together? Your body was made for this—made for me.”
Elliot moans beneath me, his hands gripping my forearms as I continue to stroke him. His breathing becomes more erratic, his cock pulsing.
“Tell me when you’re close,” I demand. “I want to know exactly when you’re going to come for me.”
He bites his lower lip, struggling to form words as I drive into him. “I’m—Julian, I’m close. So close.”
In one fluid movement, I bend forward, keeping my cock buried inside him as deeply as possible while I take his length into my mouth. The position is challenging, but Elliot’s shocked gasp of pleasure rewards me. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep.
“Feed me your cum,” I command, pulling off just long enough to speak before swallowing him again.
Elliot’s hips buck upward as he explodes in my mouth with a hoarse cry. I drink down every drop, savoring his taste as his body convulses around my still-buried cock. The tight pulsing of his muscles around me triggers my own release, and I pull off his cock and drive my own deep, emptying myself inside him with a groan.
“Fuck,” I gasp, watching his face as I finish. “I’m breeding your perfect ass.”
I collapse beside Elliot, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity of my orgasm subsides. Our bodies are slick with sweat, the sheets beneath us damp and tangled. I turn my head to look at him—his chest still rising and falling rapidly, eyes closed, lips parted. The sight of him like this, thoroughly fucked and completely mine, sends a surge of emotion through me.
Elliot opens his eyes, turning to meet my gaze. Something in his expression makes my chest tighten.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” I admit, the words spilling out before I can analyze them. My voice lacks its usual edge. “About anyone.”
He shifts closer, his hand coming up to rest against my cheek. His thumb traces my lower lip with such tenderness that I almost look away.
“I love you,” he whispers, the words hanging in the air between us.
Three words that would normally send me running. Three words I’ve avoided my entire adult life. But instead of the panic I felt the first time he said them, I feel something else entirely—something warm and steady spreading through my chest.
I lean forward, capturing his lips in a deep, searching kiss. When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against his.
“I know,” I murmur, my fingers threading through his hair. “I’m getting there, too.”
The smile that breaks across his face is worth every moment of discomfort this feeling gives me. He shifts closer, his head finding its place against my shoulder, arm draped across my chest. I pull him against me, feeling his breathing slowly even out as he drifts toward sleep.
I press a kiss to his forehead and close my eyes, allowing myself to follow him into unconsciousness.
33
ELLIOT
Iwake with a start, disoriented for a moment before remembering I’m in Julian’s bed. Something pulled me from sleep—a strange scraping sound coming from somewhere in the penthouse. The space beside me is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. Julian must have gotten up already.
“Julian?” I call out, my voice thick with sleep.
No answer.
The scraping sound comes again, followed by a soft thud. My body tenses, instinct telling me something isn’t right. Julian would have answered me.
I’m reaching for my phone on the nightstand when the bedroom door bursts open. Two massive men in black ski masks rush in, moving with frightening purpose.
“What the fuck?” I scramble backward against the headboard, naked and vulnerable. “Julian!”
The larger man lunges forward. I kick at him, my foot connecting with his chest, but it barely slows him down. My hand fumbles for anything I can use as a weapon, finding only a decorative crystal paperweight on the nightstand. I hurl it at the second man, grazing his shoulder.
“Get the fuck out!” I shout, hoping someone will hear me.
The men exchange a glance before both converging on me at once. The bed dips under their weight as I try to roll away, but I’m not fast enough. The larger one grabs my arms, pinning them above my head with crushing force.
