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“Tell me it’s mine,” he growls.

“It’s yours, King.”

He shakes his head, his eyes finding mine as he slows his movements. “My name is Julian.”

I suck in a breath. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful man.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say my name.”

“Julian...” I say, almost a whisper.

His eyes roll back as he grinds himself deeper.

“Julian.” It’s a moan this time. My climax is building slowly, a relentless, pulsing heat that starts low in my belly and spreads like wildfire.

His hand finds mine, lacing our fingers above my head. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.

“Right there,” I murmur. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop.”

Our rhythm builds, our bodies slick with sweat, our movements finding the perfect unison. It’s a pleasure I’ve only known once before, a feeling so good, it feels like love, even though I know it isn’t. Every sound he makes, every groan and whispered curse, feeds the fire burning through me.

“I’m close,” I gasp, clutching his back.

“I got you, baby.”

And he does. I know he does. So I let go, crying out his name as my body trembles and shatters around him.

The pleasure is so intense, it borders on pain. It’s electricity, and heat, and light, and energy, and it’s simultaneously taking over my body and pouring out of me in waves.

“So fucking pretty when you cum,” he whispers as his strokes stutter, just a little. I know what that means, and I can’t be sure if it’s my possible impending death or the pleasure that’s making me lose my right mind, but I lock my ankles at his lower back, holding him hostage. I have the weapon this time.I’min charge.

“Sable…” his eyes roll back. “I’m—“

“I know,” I say, undulating to meet him stroke for stroke. “Cum inside me, Julian. For once in your life, enjoy yourself.”

He opens his eyes, meeting my gaze just as rain begins to fall outside. It pounds against the roof as Julian pounds into me.

“Do it,” I urge. “It’s yours, remember?”

His face twists into a grimace as he thrusts harder, chasing his release. He cums not a minute later, his body locking as he buries himself in me with a hoarse groan.

I love how warm it feels when he floods me.

“Fuck.” He relaxes on top of me, burrowing his face into my neck. “Fuck, Sable. You should have warned me.”

“About what?” I drag my fingers lightly up his spine, feeling the skin and sweat.

He sucks in a breath. “Your husband is a fucking idiot.”

“I agree,” I murmur. “But that’s not my problem anymore.”

He kisses my neck, then rolls off of me, coming to rest on his back. He throws an arm over his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna sleep good tonight.”

“Is that what sex does for you?”

“Goodsex.”