Page 47 of Meet Me In The Dark (Skeptically In Love #3)
Julian
We burst through Celeste’s apartment door, the sound of it slamming drowned out by our heavy breathing.
The image of Kingsley’s hands on her is driving me fucking crazy. Just thinking about it makes me want to go back and remind him, in a way he’d never forget, that some things are too far out of his reach to even imagine touching.
I was close to it earlier, closer than I’ve been in years, until I felt her hand on my arm. That single touch cut straight through the red clouding my vision. Only she could do that, and it’s stoking a possessive fury in me that leaves no room for rational thought .
“You’re mine,” I growl into her lips, needing her to feel it bone-deep.
My mouth claims hers, tasting her desperation. She meets my kiss with equal intensity, nails scraping over my chest, leaving scorching paths beneath my shirt that mark me as hers.
She drops to her knees, her gaze unbroken as she quickly pulls at the belt buckle before freeing my cock.
Her eyes remain locked with mine as she parts her lips, enveloping me fully, her warmth stealing the strength from my knees.
My fingers twist into her hair, anchoring myself as she takes me deep.
“Celeste,” I say through gritted teeth as she hums around me.
Her mouth works me in a slow, relentless rhythm that has me dangerously close to unraveling right here, completely at her mercy.
“Enough,” I command, pulling her up.
Her swollen lips part in protest, but she obeys when I tug her zipper down, both of us watching as the dress pools at her feet.
“On the bed.”
Surprisingly, she’s not fighting me tonight and, for once, does what she’s told.
Her hands reach for me again, fingers desperate to feel my skin, but tonight, my possessiveness demands something else. Something deeper.
I gently catch her wrists, lift each one to my mouth, and press a kiss to the pulse points, feeling her heartbeat race beneath my lips.
“I need you to trust me.”
“I do.” She nods, her eyes full of certainty as I pull my tie free and wrap it around her wrists before securing her firmly to the bedposts above her head .
Tugging, she tests the bindings with a small smile, teasing her lips when she can’t get free. “You’re entirely too good at that.”
My heart pounds at the sight of her, exposed and waiting, her arousal glistening.
A perfect invitation.
“You’re beautiful.”
I stroke two fingers into her, relishing the gasp that escapes her parted lips as her body arches. My mouth finds her breast, teasing the hardened peak with my tongue, drawing out every moan until she trembles beneath me.
“Julian,” she begs as her hips lift, seeking more.
I pull my fingers from her, grip her hip, and push inside in one unyielding thrust. Every muscle in her body tightens around me. Her cry rips through the room, but her eyes stay locked on mine, all fire and need and that stubborn streak that will ruin me one day.
I start slow, letting her feel every inch, before I push harder. I want her to feel owned. Branded.
Even bound, she manages to look defiant.
My hand slides down her stomach, thumb finding her clit.
I want to watch her break apart piece by piece.
“Good girl,” I growl, my eyes drinking in every reaction. “You take me like you were made for it.”
She moans, legs locking tight around my waist, dragging me deeper. Her wrists strain again, but I keep her right where I want her.
“Julian, please,” she gasps. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” I mouth along her neck, her jaw, stealing her breath with every kiss. “Tonight, you feel exactly how mine you are. Can you do that? ”
“Yes.” She means it.
I give her more. My thumb works her clit in time with my thrusts, and she starts to shake, her walls pulling me in.
“Come for me, Celeste.”
She falls apart under me, and it drags me with her, my release hitting hard, spilling deep until I have nothing left to give.
When I can breathe again, I reach up and untie her wrists, rubbing at the marks I left before pressing my mouth to each one.
She’s mine.
I think she already knows, but every dark part of me is hers too.