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“It won’t be necessary,” he said, whisking off his bowtie in one hand. He marched me back across the room, pressed me into the wall and stepped back to pull off his jacket and cummerbund to the rhythm in his head. Then he was back, fingers slipping behind my neck before he whisked off the charmed necklace he’d given me.

His eyes lowered to the chasm between my breasts, and he swung me around the floor again, pelvis to pelvis as he led me in a dance that took my breath away. With one arm, he spun me out. I barely felt his fingers on my zipper, but when he stopped me, my dress slid down to a puddle on the floor. He growled low, ripping open his shirt and stalking toward me to continue our tango. His hands on my skin, still hot with my blood, sent thrills through me head to toe. He turned me so my back was against him, and I felt rather than saw his pants drop.

But our dance wasn’t over. He turned me again, keeping me locked in his glowing gaze as he led us at a dizzying pace around the room. His hand splayed across my back, unhooked my red lace bra as he twirled me, catching me again and pulling me to him so our bodies joined, hot and flushed with need. The only thing between us, the matching lace panties, felt more like a nuisance than a necessity at the moment.

Julian held me there, our hands extended straight out to the side, his other caressing my cheek as I panted, aching for him. He grinned, eyes flashing scarlet for a moment, then lifted me into the air, spinning us both until he tossed me onto the bed and skidded to the floor on his knee in a grand finale.

“Thank you for the dance,” he said in his low, vibrating voice that nearly made me moan.

I bit my bottom lip as he crawled up over me and removed my panties with his teeth.

Our clothing lay scattered across the room, save the heart-shaped charm I never removed that hung between my breasts. He sucked my toe into his mouth, and I lost whatever train of thought I’d had, focused only on the way his lips and tongue trailed up my legs to land between my thighs.

I grasped his head as he lifted my ass until he had total access, and he didn’t waste a bit of it, licking up my seam to taste my arousal and then parting me with his fingers so he could plunge his tongue inside.

“Oh, Julian,” I moaned. But I wanted to pleasure him this time, and he was going to let me, damn it. “Get on your knees,” I demanded.

He complied but not until he sucked me into his mouth and made me tremble again. Once he was in position, I crawled over to him, ran my hands down his sculpted chest to where his waist tapered toward his thick forest of dark curls and his cock, standing at attention, waiting.

I smiled up at him as I licked up his shaft to the tip and sank my mouth over him. He gasped, hands tightening in my hair as I glided down, teasing with my teeth as I rose back to the top. His gaze fixed on me as I increased my pace, gripping the part of him I couldn’t manage to take until he threw his head back and moaned with pleasure.

“Charlotte,” he breathed. “I need to be inside of you. Please.”

I released him and smiled. “Since you asked nicely.”

With a gleam in his eye, he turned me around like I weighed no more than a pillow and nudged my knees apart. Leaning against me, he put his head near mine, his arm across my chest to keep us both upright. His mouth covered my ear, and he whispered, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I breathed back.

“Give me control,” he said then caught my earlobe in his teeth as he entered me slowly from behind. One of his hands splayed across my stomach then slid down until he could give his full attention to the pulsing nub crying for attention. His other went to my breast and squeezed as he pinched my nipple between his fingers.

I jerked against him, but he held me steady as he rocked up into me at a torturously slow pace. “More,” I demanded. “Be rough with me, Julian. I won’t break.”

“Charlotte,” he spoke quietly but slid out of me and bent me forward until I was on all fours. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. “Stay still,” he demanded then entered me in one swift motion, filling me completely. Staying in place, he wound my hair around his fist and pulled it back, forcing me upward. His other hand slid down to my core, cupping me. “You want this?” he asked, voice rough as he pushed into me until I groaned.

“Yes,” I said, just as throaty. “Harder.”

Rubbing, pressing, and squeezing with his palm, he thrust in and out of me in a punishing way. I wriggled against him, trying for more leverage that was impossible in this position.

In answer, he turned me again and leaned over me, an ankle in each hand until I was practically bent double. “I like to watch you scream my name,” he said, then began thrusting once again, pounding into me at unnatural speed. I grasped his shoulders and dug my nails in as he pummeled me. The sounds of slapping skin and creaking bed engulfed me along with an almost painful pleasure that coiled in my core, promising an explosive release.

“More!” I yelled.

Julian grasped my hips and flipped backward so that I was suddenly straddling him, but he didn’t pause to let me set the pace, just thrust himself upward off the bed while pulling me down at the same time, fingers digging into me in so hard I was sure I’d have bruises. But it felt so good, I didn’t care. There was no way an actual human man could do what Julian was doing, half defying gravity with his muscles at an inhuman pace. But my body sang in response, like it craved exactly what he was giving, and I complied, screaming out his name as I climaxed.

He increased his speed as I came, finally calling my name in release as he pulsed, bent upward and buried inside of me. When he relaxed back to the bed, he rolled to the side, letting me slip off him, sore, panting, and completely giddy.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, making lazy circles around my breasts.

“No. Well, yes, but once again, in a good way. I might walk funny for a while.” I laughed, jiggling us both.

“Thank you,” he said, as serious as always. “Being inside of you is the only time I forget what I am.”

I smiled at him and put my jelly arms around his neck to pull him down to my mouth.

“I don’t want to harm you if you are sore,” he said, between kisses, “but I do want to make you scream my name again. And again.”

I halted his wandering hand with my own. “Maybe give me some recovery time. I’m only human.”