“Julian.”His voice was harsher now, desperate.
She licked her lips. “Julian.”
“Again.”
“Julian.”
She watched his lips part at the exact moment he pushed inside. The unfamiliar fullness made her gasp and her body tightened instinctively around him.
His mouth found her throat, his breath hot against her skin as his hand worked with devastating precision. Slow at first. Then deeper. Curling. Stroking in a way that made her toes press into the floor and her fingers clutch at his shoulders.
“God help me,” he murmured against her pulse. “I could lose myself in you.”
The words shattered something inside her.
His rhythm shifted—firmer, more certain—until sensation gathered low and sharp and impossible to ignore. Heat spiraled tighter and tighter, every nerve drawn taut. “I want?—”
She didn’t know what she wanted.
But he did. A certain touch deep inside that made the world flash white behind her eyes. She arched her back and a cry tore from her throat.
The sensation overtook her, weakening her legs as pleasure crashed through her in powerful, pulsing waves.
And as she clung to him, her body shuddered, tightening around his hand, breath breaking in helpless fragments against his shoulder. He did not withdraw.
He stayed.
Holding her there. Guiding her through it, his forehead resting against her collarbone while she struggled to find air.
She barely had time to steady herself when his hand dropped, but so did he.
And he was already on his knees before her, his gaze dark and intent as both his hands now gripped her thighs.
Her pulse spiked again.
“Julian—what are you?—”
The look in his eye stole her breath anew.
“My turn for dessert.” His voice was rough, stripped of composure.
Her cheeks flushed, but she did not look away.
“Des—Dessert?”
The skirts were shoved higher. Then his shoulders pressed between her thighs, nudging her feet apart.
“Better than caramel treacle.”
And his mouth—dear God, his mouth—was on her. Hot, devouring, his tongue now in place of his fingers, his lips sealing over the very heart of her. Laving. Sucking.
She couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe—only feel. His tongue circled, pressed, thrust, and she cried out, her hips rocking against him, shamelessly seeking more.
More of that unbearable pressure, more from the promise buildingtighter and hotter making her think that in any second, in any instant, she would burst into a million pieces–
“Julian!” She cried out, sharp and unguarded, her body writhing against the door as she let herself be completely undone.
Waves of pleasure rolled over her, through her, all around her.