Page 117 of Wisteria and Cloves
"You're staring," he murmured, a hint of amusement cutting through the intensity in his voice.
"You're worth staring at," I whispered back, emboldened by the desire coursing through me.
He smiled then, a flash of tenderness amid the hunger as he rejoined me on the bed. His weight settled over me, careful not to crush me but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. The sensation of his bare chest against mine sent sparks shooting through my veins.
"Are you nervous?" Julian asked, brushing his lips against my temple.
"A little," I admitted, glancing at him with a shy smile.
Julian's expression softened, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. "We'll take this as slowly as you need," he murmured. "There's no rush."
I shook my head, surprising myself with my certainty. "I don't want to be slow anymore. I've been slow my entire life."
Something shifted in his eyes—understanding mixed with fierce protectiveness. "Then tell me what you want, omega. Let me hear it from your lips."
The command in his voice sent heat spiraling through me. "I want you," I breathed. "All of you. I want to feel alive."
Julian's control finally shattered completely. His mouth crashed against mine with desperate hunger as he positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt pressure making me gasp. He stilled immediately, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.
"Breathe," he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just breathe with me."
I inhaled deeply, feeling my body relax as Julian's hands stroked soothing patterns along my sides. The initial pressure gave way to a fullness that stole my breath for entirely different reasons. He moved with infinite care, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly joined us together.
"Perfect," he breathed against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. "You feel perfect."
The sensation was overwhelming—not painful, but intense in ways I couldn't have imagined. Julian remained still, giving me time to adjust, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped despite my best efforts.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern threading through his voice. I nodded, unable to speak past the tightness in my throat. This wasn't just physical—it was emotional, spiritual even.
"Move," I whispered, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. "Please."
Julian began to move with careful precision, each thrust deliberate and controlled. The friction sent waves of pleasure through me, building steadily as my body learned this new rhythm. His name fell from my lips in breathless gasps, and I could feel his restraint wavering with each sound I made.
"Let go," I urged, sensing the tension coiled in his muscles. "I won't break."
His rhythm faltered at my words, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Lilianna," he warned, his voice strained.
"I trust you," I whispered, arching beneath him to meet his movements as I felt his knot starting to form. "Please, Julian. I need to feel you lose control too."
Those words broke the last of his restraint. Julian's movements became deeper, more primal, his hips driving into mine with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His hands gripped my thighs, adjusting the angle until I cried out, pleasure spiraling through me with each powerful thrust as his knot started to catch with each thrust.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes locked on mine, watching every flicker of emotion cross my face. "Let me hear you,Lilianna. Let me know what I do to you."
The command in his voice sent another wave of heat crashing through me. I couldn't have held back if I tried—every sensation was too new, too overwhelming. My nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure built inside me, coiling tighter with each movement of his hips.
"Julian," I gasped, feeling myself approaching the edge again.
"I've got you," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against my ear. "Let go for me."
His words pushed me over the edge, pleasure exploding through me in waves that seemed endless. I cried out his name, clinging to him as my body shuddered beneath his. Julian's rhythm faltered, his own release following mine as his knot fully expanded, locking us together in the most intimate way possible.
"Mine," he growled, the word primal and possessive as he buried his face against my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
We stayed like that, trembling and breathless, our bodies still joined as the aftershocks rippled through us. Julian's weight wascarefully balanced on his forearms, his forehead pressed against mine as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, carefully shifting us to our sides without breaking our connection.
I nodded, still catching my breath as I adjusted to the fullness of being locked together with him. The sensation was strange but not uncomfortable—intimate in a way I'd never imagined possible. Julian's arms wrapped around me protectively, one hand stroking gentle patterns along my spine.
