Chapter 3: Sophia's Room

They ended up in Sophia's room. Slamming the door shut, Julian's strong arms lifted her, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Her hands stayed around his neck as she pulled him in for a kiss, craving to be as close as possible, desperate for the friction that would satisfy the burning urge inside her. Their lips collided, hungry and desperate.

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire.

Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.

“I want you all bare,” he growled low, the sound more animal than command, and fresh wetness pooled in her already damp bikini bottom. It was as if he had some strange, direct connection to her mind and soul—she would have obeyed his every word without question, without needing a reason. She leaned closer to his ear, tangling her fingers in his silky smooth hair, pulled him in, and whispered, “Then undress me.”

She didn’t care what she might lose or gain; she only wanted to drown herself in him, and that, she knew, would be her greatest pleasure of all time.

“I’ll, Sophia. I will.” The next moment, the sharp sound of her bikini top strings tearing sliced through the room’s charged atmosphere. A soft gasp slipped from her mouth, but it quickly melted into a loud, brazen moan when Julian rubbed her over her panties—slow and languid, yet deliberate, making sure she felt every deliberate glide along her slit to her clit.

Her pulsating nerves felt impossibly sensitive under the touch of this inexplicably enchanting man and his skilled movements that drove her to the edge of madness. “Julian…” she moaned his name, and she saw his muscles visibly tense at the sound.

He leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, his free hand sliding up to cup her bare breast and pinch her nipple hard. Her eyes nearly rolled back at the explosion of sensation that erupted in her lower abdomen.

She was in pure ecstasy. Julian’s touch carved a strange, unfamiliar heat beneath her skin—something she had never felt before.

He took her nipple into his mouth, and the foreign, overwhelming feeling made her back arch sharply. Her body literally begged for more of his touch; she had never felt so needy in her entire life as she did in that moment.

Seconds later, another sound echoed through the room—the sharp rip of her bikini bottom being torn away. She watched as he discarded the now-useless bikini set onto the floor.

She lay completely bare before his hunger-filled eyes, exactly as he had wanted.

“God damn, Sophia. I shouldn’t have waited this long because this…” He growled low, his gaze raking over her before dropping to stare at her pussy. “Truly is a sight to behold.”

She bit down on her bottom lip; his intense stare sent heat racing across her skin once more. Her cheeks burned.

“Do you have a condom with you?” she asked after a moment of hesitation.

His tongue pressed firmly against the inside of his mouth at her question. His stare lifted to her face, and he leaned closer again; her nipples skimmed against his rock-hard chest, sending a sharp vibration straight through her core.

“Well…I’m not going to fuck you now Sophia,” he murmured against her lips.

Wait…what?

We are not going to have sex?

“What?” The word slipped out automatically, laced with confusion.

A smirk curved his lips. He gently brushed the hair strands from her forehead, then slid his hand down to her warm, dripping folds.

She tried to press her thighs together at the sudden intimate touch, but his body remained firmly between her legs, blocking any chance of closing them.

A raspy breath escaped her when he pushed his middle finger inside her, followed quickly by his ring finger. The sudden penetration made her back arch slightly and her pupils dilated.

Jesus Christ. He was driving her insane.

“What I mean is that…right now I am going to devour you.” He withdrew his fingers,coated and glistening with her juices—brought them to his lips, and sucked them into his mouth.

Holy shit. That was the hottest thing she had ever seen Julian do.

She could have fainted right there, but then she would have regretted missing what came next.

“Fuck. You taste amazing.” He grabbed her jaw and pulled her into a fierce kiss.

She fought to keep up with his relentless, hungry, unpredictable pace.

In one word—he was a beast.

But who could she blame? She was the one who had set it free.

He broke the kiss, leaving her nearly breathless, and trailed his mouth down her body—across her chest, her belly, her hips—leaving multiple hickeys in his wake.

He hooked his hands around her thighs and spread her legs wide, pushing them back until her knees hit the mattress.

Then she felt his warm breath right against her sensitive, wet folds.

A sharp shiver raced up and down her spine as he brushed his nose along her inner thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and she drew in a sharp breath. He was going to be the death of her.

“Eyes open, Sophia,” his stern voice commanded, the words vibrating against her soaked flesh. Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his.

Keeping that intense eye contact, he darted his tongue out and licked slowly up and down—from her slit to her clit. A slow, sensual stroke.

Holy… What in the damn… That single motion nearly shattered her on the spot.

“Julian…” she moaned loudly, her body reacting on its own to everything this devilish man did.

He didn’t stop. He dove in fully—licking, kissing, working his expert tongue inside her tight warmth. Every carnal motion pushed her closer to the edge.

“Oh my…” She didn’t know if she was crying, shouting, or both.

She had never felt anything like this. Sure, she had touched herself often, but this… God, this felt otherworldly.

Her legs trembled. Her breathing came in erratic gasps, her chest heaving. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Oh… yes, right there.” She threw her head back; her hands flew to his hair, tugging and pulling desperately.

The pleasure was overwhelming—she wanted to clamp her thighs shut, but Julian’s strong hands held her open, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Then he pushed his tongue deeper into her warm cleft. Her hips bucked wildly; her grip on his hair tightened, and a loud moan tore from her throat. Moments later, two of his fingers plunged inside her, stretching her and intensifying the building orgasm. The delicious stretch sent a thrill racing through her entire body.

Her body begged for release.

“Julian… Please, please, please.” A string of desperate moans spilled from her lips; she didn’t even know exactly what she was begging for, yet somehow she did.

Her walls clenched hard around his fingers, flooding them with more of her arousal.

He devoured her like a starving animal—every movement, every brush of his tongue, every graze of his teeth against her swollen bud carried a palpable thirst. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he reveled in the control.

Her climax rushed closer and closer. Julian continued his sweet torture, relentlessly driving her to the brink.

Seconds later, she shattered—coming apart hard on his tongue. He drank every drop she gave, licking her clean while curling his fingers inside her, coaxing another small, shuddering orgasm to ripple through her.

She lay there afterward, lips parted, breaths coming in ragged pants, eyes struggling to stay open in the aftershocks.

Julian rose and gently brushed the damp hair strands from her face. Something entirely new glimmered in his eyes.

Without hesitation, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips met, and she felt herself melt completely into him.

This… this was everything she had ever wanted.

It was fucking amazing. There was no doubt that this gorgeous man—this specimen—was going to be the death of her, and she would have no complaints.

“So the beast is finally out, huh?” she murmured, smiling against his lips.

A smirk spread across his face.

“If I say yes, it’ll make you excited, Sophia, won’t it?”

“Of course it will, Julian. Of course…it will.” She traced a finger along his jaw, savoring the rough feel of his stubble against her skin.

“Then it’s a yes,” he whispered, leaning close to her ear. “Your beast is oooout.”

And just like that, a very familiar shiver raced down her spine once more.