Julian reversed their positions without pulling out, and Fleur whimpered as the movement made his cock swell against the swollen and still-heaving folds of her pussy. Every part of her was still in a daze: mind and body, heart and soul...all the parts that made her who she was...
All of it was struggling to come to terms with what just happened...and how it could change things from here.
In the days leading to this, a small, secret part of her had remained paranoid. It had fretted endlessly over the possibility that she was setting herself up for a fall, and that while the foreplay had been beyond good, the actual act of sex might not be at par. She had seen it happen more times than she wanted with her friends, had seen how the other women's giddy feelings of romantic love had instantly turned into dust the moment they went to bed with the men they had unfairly placed on a pedestal.
Fleur had been secretly terrified the same thing would happen between her and Julian, but instead...it was the opposite...and more.
Sex with Julian had been so earth-shattering that as she felt him fill her up with his seed, Fleur had just known...
This kind of connection would never have been possible if they weren't meant to be together.
She knew it was a foolish thought to have, but she didn't care.
She loved him, and in time...
Oh, in time...
Julian fought to keep himself still when Fleur suddenly burrowed into his chest. In the past, he had women trying to arouse him right after sex because they had been desperate to keep his attention. In other instances, he had women instantly demanding an emotional connection. Julian wanted to believe that Fleur would prove neither, but the cynical part of him was already waiting to be disappointed.
Fleur could only be unpredictable to a point, and there would come a time—-
What the fuck?
Julian was disbelieving at first, but when it happened again, he knew then that he had not imagined anything. He had heard what he had heard, and his jaw automatically clenched when it happened for the third time. This situation was completely new to him, but as he was no immature teenage boy, surely...
Fleur suddenly stirred in his arms, and just as he glanced down, he saw her lips part, and for the fourth time in less than a minute...
His beautiful little flower snored, her mouth fully open, and Julian had to clench his jaw hard to keep himself from laughing.
Ah, milaya...
Even though the sound was as attractive as a pig snorting directly in his ear—-
Maybe it was time to accept that Fleur was different from everyone else, and since she was that...
How the hell could he ever give her up when their contract came to an end?
Chapter Fourteen
Sex.
It was the first thing Fleur thought of the moment she woke, and as soon as she turned and saw Julian asleep beside her, every part of her became fully and scorchingly alive. She was trembling and aching all at once, her nipples puckering as juices started to moisten the folds of her already aching pussy.
Just looking at Julian had her so aroused. He truly was everything she had ever dreamed of, and before she knew it, she was already pulling the sheets down so she could climb atop his big, hard body.
Julian could not recall being woken up in a more pleasant way than this: his naked little flower straddling him and her bountiful bare breasts ripe for his mouth's plucking. The folds of her pussy were already swollen and wet; he could feel the sweet truth of this as she rubbed herself up and down his equally swollen and near-to-bursting cock.
Last night's memories replayed itself in his mind as he gave himself a few moments to savor and suffer the tortuous pleasure of her pussy teasing the shit out of his sex-starved cock.
They had left university late in the afternoon, walked past students who had cheered for them with snickers, and as soon as they had gotten back to Fleur's apartment, they had fucked for hours. They had only taken a quick break to grab a quick bite (thank God Fleur's housekeeper had the foresight of stocking her pantry), and then they had fucked and fucked and fucked.
Until they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms...
And now this.
His chest clenched with a strangely powerful sensation as he stared up at Fleur, whose lovely face was already flushed with desire.
She was so fucking hot, so fucking beautiful, and just looking at her made him want to cage her so that she could never leave him. She was his to fuck and his alone forever, and the thought made Julian abruptly sit up so he could grab a fistful of her hair and drag her close.
"You're mine," he growled.