Chapter 3

 Elena’s POV 

“Yeah, babe, burst for me, hand me your first climax, flood my mouth.” Is he for real? Does he want me to gush right there? Is it urine? God, does he want to swallow my pee? No way, no way. I tried to twist away, but his palms pinned me flat ; he was the predator, I was the catch. I quit struggling.

“Julian!” I cried, helpless against the surge.

“Yes, my fox, come for me.”

“Julian…” I wailed, liquid spilled from my core, and I was utterly gone. What just happened? I panted. He only laughed low. Stared at me ; damn, every drop my body released coated his lips and he drank it down.

“Your first orgasm, baby! Sharp, I love it.”

Heaven help me, what have I stepped into? This man is danger. He’s dragging me straight to ruin.

He set a finger at my entrance. I yelped.

With his hand he plunged in and out. I was climbing again.

“It’s coming again, Julian.”

“Yes, baby, come for me.” I was starting to crave it. When I shattered once more, I screamed his name.

He flicked the TV on while pumping his fingers, scrolled to p**n channels, asked if I could handle him like the screen. I snatched the remote, killed the power. I tugged his boxers off ;

Mila, my guru, had drilled me on technique. She’d coached me with bananas, but he’d never know. I kissed him, eyes locked, desperate for him to feel the fire I did. I started at the tip, just as she’d taught. I sucked the head. His groan told me I’d hit the mark. Mila said swallow him whole ; no chance. Julian was massive. I stroked the length, slicked it with spit, then took him deeper. I bobbed fast, gaining speed. Then I cupped his balls, drew them in. He roared. He fisted my hair, drove into my throat, then flooded my mouth. I gulped it down like he had me, and his eyes went wide.

“My fox, you’re packed with shocks. You just made me finish.” He flashed a grin , scooped me up; I locked my legs around his hips . Julian towered over me ; I felt like a doll in his grip . He lifted me like air.

He tossed me back on the mattress. He seized my lips again, tongue demanding entry; I opened eagerly. My skin quivered. I caught him smirking, stroking himself, palming his groin. Worry flickered ; why the touch? ; but he only smiled and said,

“Getting set, darling.”

He dove between my thighs again, tongue spearing my heat; I clenched tight. I shrieked his name as he thrust with his mouth. Control slipped away.

“Julian!” I bellowed. He aligned his length at my gate.

“Elena, it’ll sting, but only briefly. Ready?” I nodded.

“Now, my fox, eyes on me ; every push, every slide. Never break contact. Ready?” He checked again; I nodded.

He eased in. I screamed. Eyes flew wide. Shock froze me; I stared. He paused, letting me adjust to his size. Instead of moving, he nuzzled my breasts for minutes, then latched onto a nipple. I soaked instantly. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, began slow strokes.

When he sank fully, I screamed again. Our gazes fused. He drove harder; it felt like he struck my ribs. Breath vanished. He accelerated, relentless.

I shrieked at full volume. Lost, I clawed him; he growled. He flipped me mid-thrust, rear high. 

He muttered,

“Fuck,” and groaned. I prayed he’d end me.

He pounded fiercer. Tears streamed. I climbed atop, rode him wild. He groaned without pause. 

He seized my hips, guided the rhythm. He yanked me down, both legs over his shoulders, slammed home, muscles bunching.

He tilted my chin higher. He was close ; I felt it. As he hammered, exhaustion hit. I bellowed 

his name; it rang off walls. He erupted inside, pumping deep. On his exhale he roared,

“Fuck,” gazed at me, kissed my crown. Sweat coated us. He urged me off so he could strip the sheets. Blood pooled beneath. He swapped linens clean. We chatted. He asked my occupation again.

Did he forget already? Did my body erase his memory? Please don’t let him forget my name. I laughed, repeated I was a student. He stared , stunned. Asked my age. I said 23 again; he revealed 29. Unease stirred , but I’d known he was older. I named my university . He pounced. 

We went all night, lost count of rounds. We rutted until I collapsed. I drifted off sometime, ear to his heart. Being that close felt perfect, safe. I was already madly in love. I’d trade him for nothing.