Page 131 of Scandalous Contract

“Don’t stop,” I breathed.

Don’t stop loving me. Don’t stop fighting for me. Don’t stop believing in me. Don’t stop staring at me like I’m your world.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I’ll never stop,” he groaned.

His pace quickened. There was a wild hunger to his movements now. One, I matched as I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. But there was urgency now. Each stroke pushed me closer to the edge again.

My hands roamed his back, nails scraping lightly down the strong muscles as the tension built inside me again, tighter, higher, stronger.

“I want to feel you come around me again,” he growled into my ear. “Lose control on my cock, sweet Stefanie.”

My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, ankles locking behind him as I fucked him back, giving just as good as I got.

“I’m close...” I whispered, the pressure reaching hellish levels again.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Give me that cream. My cock needs it.”

And I did. I gave him that cream, all of it. With a cry of his name, I tumbled over that edge again. My second climax was much more intense and stronger than the one before it. It shook me to my core.

My pussy quivered, tightening around Julian’s cock, pulling him down with me. Julian followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he came, body trembling above mine. I could feel his cum filling me up as he continued to pound my body.

He lowered his forehead to mine and rocked into me. I could feel his breath against my face, could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he gave me everything he had. I could feel the love he had for me as he whispered those three words over and over again, so softly, as he came apart inside me.

And once we ceased trembling, once our bodies had given all we could give, we lay there, tangled and breathless, for what felt like forever. Neither of us spoke. There was no need. Everything that needed to be said had been said.

The only thing left now was for me to decide what to do with what was said. We lay there for so long that I almost drifted off to sleep. Eventually, he pulled back just enough to kiss me again, soft and slow this time.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips.

I am.I said those words with my heart because I wasn’t ready to utter them out loud. But the truth was, I’ve been his for a while now. I just... I wasn’t ready for what that would lead to.

And I wasn’t going to rush into something I didn’t know if I was ready for. Neither would I make promises I couldn’t keep. So, for now, I remained silent except for a yawn that escaped on its own. Julian’s thumb brushed my cheek, and he smiled softly, wearing his emotions in his gaze.

“Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He slid his arms beneath me and lifted me effortlessly off the couch. He was making a habit of carrying me when he wanted me somewhere.

“You’re exhausted,” he whispered against my temple, his lips brushing my hair. “Lean on me. I’ve got you.”

My head dropped against his shoulder, and I didn’t even bother pretending to protest. I enjoyed having him care for me this way. He carried me through the house, his bare feet silent against the floors.

I noted that he didn’t ask where the bedroom was.Red flag.I smiled, letting it slide with my color blind ass. He carried me to my bed and laid me down. I melted into the sheets, exhausted physically and emotionally.

When he slid in beside me, gathering me into his arms, I didn’t hesitate to relax against him. I pressed into him, nuzzling my face against his chest, breathing him in. His arms curled tighter around me.

“Do you believe me when I say I love you, Stefanie Adams?” he whispered.

I remained silent, afraid to answer.

“Please, answer me.”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I murmured. “I believe you, Julian.”

“Do you believe I’d never hurt you?” he asked. “That I’d hurt myself before I hurt you or betray your trust?”

Was he trying to break me? “Yes,” I whispered.