The Night That Changed Everything [R -18]
But her body betrayed her.
Her hips shifted against his, pressing against his hard nine inch throbbing dick against her sensitive pussy, and Mnhhhh~ a soft, needy sound escaped her lips.
Julian’s eyes darkened with desire.
"Felberta," he murmured, his voice husky. "Tell me what you want."
She swallowed hard, her pride warring with her desire.
But after everything they’d shared tonight, what was the point of pretending?
She didn’t have the strength to build her walls again.
Not tonight.
Not with him.
"I want..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to..."
She couldn’t finish the sentence.
But she didn’t need to.
Julian’s lips found hers, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss.
His hands roamed her body, rediscovering every curve, every sensitive spot he’d mapped out earlier. He was gentler this time, slower—taking his time to worship her.
Felberta moaned against his mouth Mnhhhh~, her fingers tangling in his black hair.
"You said you were exhausted," she breathed when they broke for air.
"I was," Julian admitted, his lips trailing down her jaw to her neck. "But then I remembered I have a beautiful woman in my bed. Exhaustion doesn’t stand a chance."
Felberta shivered as his teeth grazed her collarbone.
"You’re impossible."
"And you’re irresistible."
His hand found her breast, cupping the soft flesh and teasing her nipple with his thumb.
Felberta arched into his touch, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"Julian..."
"Say my name again," he urged, his mouth moving lower. "I love the way it sounds on your lips."
"Julian..."
He rewarded her by taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.
Felberta’s hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching off the bed.
"Please," she gasped, not entirely sure what she was begging for.
Julian lifted his head, his golden eyes burning into hers.
"Please what?"
"Just—" She was beyond words now, beyond pride, beyond everything. "Please. I need you."
He didn’t make her wait.
He positioned his dick again between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her already-slick entrance of pusssy.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
She obeyed.
And as he pushed his dick into her pussy, slowly, inch by inch, they never broke eye contact.
Anhhhh~
A long, shuddering moan escaped Felberta’s lips as he filled her completely.
"Fuck," Julian breathed, his voice strained. "You feel so soft, warm and good."
"Don’t stop," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "Please don’t stop."
He didn’t stop.
He set a rhythm—slow at first, building toward something more urgent.
Felberta matched his pace, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her body singing with pleasure.
She was no longer the cold, untouchable Ashbourne daughter.
She was just a woman.
A woman maybe in love.
And right now, she didn’t care about her reputation.
She didn’t care about her phobia.
She didn’t care about anything except the man who was making her feel more alive than she’d ever thought possible.
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Hours later, as the first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, both collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and satisfied.
Felberta’s body ached in ways she’d never imagined possible and her pussy feel too much sore, but it was a good ache—a reminder of everything they’d shared.
We did it again, she thought, a small smile curling her lips. More than once.
I’ve lost count.
Her pussy throbbed with the lingering pleasure of their union, and she found herself pressing closer to Julian, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.
Julian pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice sleepy and content.
"Best night of my life," he mumbled.
Felberta laughed softly. "You say that to all the women?"
"No," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "Just you."
She looked up at him, her crimson eyes searching his.
"Julian..."
"I mean it." He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "I’ve been with women before. But it was never like this. It was never... real. You’re the first woman I’ve actually cared about. The first woman I’ve fallen for."
Felberta’s heart swelled.
"Promise?" she whispered.
"Promise."
She kissed him then, soft and tender, sealing the promise between them.
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The Ashbourne Manor was massive, its halls stretching endlessly in every direction, and the servants had learned long ago not to disturb the family during the night unless summoned.
So despite the sounds that had drifted from Felberta’s room—the breathy moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the occasional cry of her name—not a single servant came to investigate.
The walls were thick.
The distance was vast.
And the Ashbourne family’s privacy was absolute.
Felberta knew this, even as she’d cried out in pleasure.
She knew that no one would come.
And in a strange way, that knowledge had only freed her more.
She could be as loud as she wanted.
She could let go completely.
And she did.
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As the golden light of morning crept across the bed, Julian D’Aurelius propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her.
Her black hair was wild and tangled, strewn across the pillow like spilled ink. Her crimson eyes were sleepy and sated, still heavy with the remnants of their passionate night.
Her full breasts were still exposed, the pink peaks of her nipples visible above the rumpled sheet, her narrow waist leading down to where her swollen, reddened pussy lay bare between her thighs.
The marks of their lovemaking were everywhere.
Red marks and purple bruises decorated her pale skin—evidence of his lips, his teeth, his desperate need to claim her.
Her breasts bore the imprint of his fingers, her neck was covered in love bites, and her inner thighs were stained with the evidence of their repeated unions.
Julian’s own body was a canvas of her passion as well. Scratches ran down his back, the marks of her nails digging into his skin as she’d cried out his name.
His chest was covered in bite marks where she’d lost control, and his shoulders bore the crescent imprints of her teeth.