Belle's POV
The kiss is everything we’ve been circling for weeks, brutal and tasting of salt, sin and the mess we’ve already made of each other.
Julius’s mouth is hungry, claiming, teeth catching my bottom lip just hard enough to sting.
His tongue sweeps in like he’s trying to devour the last of me, and I meet him with the same passion, fingers digging into the back of his neck.
I’m still trembling from the orgasm he ripped out of me with his tongue.
My thighs are slick, my cunt aching and empty despite how thoroughly he’s already worked me over.
His c**k rests heavy against my slit, hot, throbbing, the head nudging at my entrance every time one of us shifts, teasing and threatening.
I break the kiss first, gasping against his mouth. “Now” I whisper. “I need you inside me. Now”
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