Julian’s hands were everywhere, frantic yet precise. He ripped my blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor like tiny pearls. He didn't care for the delicacy of the fabric; he wanted the skin. When my breasts were bared to the cool air of the basement, he let out a low, guttural sound of approval.
"Beautiful," he rasped, his eyes scanning my body with a hunger that made me feel stripped bare. "Perfect."
He leaned down, his mouth capturing one n****e, sucking it hard. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He didn't just kiss; he devoured. His tongue swirled around the peak, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core.
"Julian... please, I need..."
"You need what, Elena? Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you... inside me
