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I stand, pulling her hard so she’s positioned near the edge of the bed where I can get the most leverage. Without warning, I slam inside her, causing her to throw her head back. I reach forward and grab one of her tits, squeezing and groping as she screams out my name.
She fits me like a glove. When I’m inside her, we fit like puzzle pieces, the perfect mixture of hard and soft. I grip her hair with my free hand, tangling my fingers in the strands and pulling until she’s breathless.
“Am I your dirty slut?” she calls out, making me harder.
I’ve discovered in the last few days that Juliana is a fan of role playing. It turns her on more than anything else. I’ve been surprised to find how effective it’s been for me. Fuck, I love this woman.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” I growl into her ear, pushing in and out of her as quickly as I physically can.
“Punish me, baby,” she says seductively, her voice high and sensual. “Show me what happens when I don’t do what you say.”
I spank her gently, and she screams out in pleasure.
“Harder,” she cries. “Or I might do it again.”
I spank her ass harder this time, pounding into her with all my strength. I’m so close, but I don’t want to go over without her. I trail the hand that’s been massaging her breast down her body and begin drawing fast circles around her clit, making her cry out. Her body shakes and she tenses around me, so tight I can barely move.
This is my favorite part. She likes tasting, but I like the squeezing. I love getting off inside of her as she experiences her pleasure. It’s the hottest fucking thing. She puts her full weight on her knees, leaning into the sensation, and screams my name with a slew of expletives.
I follow her over, coming inside her as she struggles to stay upright. She gasps hard, trying desperately to catch her breath, and it’s all I can do not to collapse on top of her. She’s the only thing that could ever break me.
I pull out of her, missing the contact immediately, and watch as she tiredly crawls up the bed to collapse against the pillows on her stomach. I move beside her, mirroring her position, and turn to look at her.
Her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure. She’s close to sleep. I lift my hand to her face and trace her hairline, watching her relax further at my touch. She’s my undoing and I’m her peace.
“Do you think it will always be that good?” she whispers, her eyes closed now. “Do you think we’ll wake up one day and be tired of each other?”
I reposition myself on my side so I can focus on her. Her eyes are closed and her body must be exhausted, but her mind races and she worries about the future. My silly girl.
I hum thoughtfully, pretending to consider her question. Truthfully, I don’t think we’ve even hit our stride.
“One day we’re going to look back and think, ‘wow, we’ve really improved.’”
She giggles and snuggles into my side, immediately relaxing and letting her body go limp. Her breathing changes as she falls asleep, completely comfortable with me. It’s so strange to think just a few weeks ago, I didn’t know her. Even more recently, her soul was detached from her body. We’ve both had to fight hard for this moment.
And the other approximately thirty-two moments we’ve had over the last two weeks. We have been so ravenous for each other, we’ve barely come up for air. Seer’s been kind enough to send up food. We’ve had the briefest breaks for showers, but it’s like we’re magnetized. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
I’m the luckiest man in the world, and I don’t take it for granted. I cradle Juliana against me and run my fingers down her spine, memorizing the feel of her skin. I don’t take it for granted that she’s here at all. By all accounts, we never should have met. We were on very different paths in life. Then Anderson Grey, of all people, brought us together.
I hate the man with every fiber of my being, but I love the irony. His mission in life, and death, was to destroy us. He wanted to dismantle the club brick by brick and pin crimes on us that we would never commit. Now, he’s gone forever. Pocus and I are both lucky enough to have found love. His plan backfired so miserably, it benefited us.
I hope he’s looking up at us from hell, tortured by our happiness. Imagining his eternal misery makes me smile. I fall into a restful sleep, content with my life in a way I never could have imagined.
When I wake up, Juliana is nowhere to be found, and I panic for a moment. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten too comfortable. A small part of me has been filled with the anxiety she will disappear into the night with no explanation. Everything was going too well, I was too happy.
I quickly dress and run down the stairs, ready to move heaven and earth to bring her back. As I rush through the kitchen, though, I see four pairs of eyes turn toward me curiously. Abigail, Tory, Daisy, and Juliana are all there eating breakfast. Daisy has a smaller portion of their eggs and bacon, and the women each have a large mug in front of them.
“Something wrong, querido?” Juliana asks with a twinkle in her eye.
I notice Tory and Abigail both watching me with bemused expressions. I’ve clearly walked in on something I don’t want to explore any further. Women aren’t allowed in church, and I don’t want to be allowed into whatever the fuck this estrogen club is.
“Uh,” I fumble stupidly. “Just really needed a glass of water.”
Juliana smiles as she goes to a cabinet, pulls out a glass, and fills it with water from the sink. She hands it to me with a wink, and I drink it down quickly, knowing I’ve been caught in a lie. I sigh contently as I finish then walk over to put the glass back in the sink. They watch me curiously.
“You know, Hex,” Abigail starts. “You’re setting a very bad example for my daughter.”
I glance at her, surprised and clueless about what she’s talking about. I raise my eyebrow, indicating she should expand on this thought.
