Page 93 of Silent Oaths
Idon’t, but it doesn’t matter.
Thisis whyI’mmadly, deeply, irreparably in love with him.
Heleans in, his mouth grazing my ear, his voice a low, demanding growl. “Sayit.”
Julianis the only one who can bring me to my knees—literally and otherwise.
“Iburn for you,Julian,”Ibreathe, giving him exactly what he’s after. “Now… hurt me.Please.”
Asound rumbles deep in his chest, and he rips my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor like shrapnel.
Theblade grazes over my chest, tracing the curve of old ink and healed scars.
Then, just over my left pec, where the skin is already marked by memory, he presses harder.
Theknife bites in.
Ihiss, a sharp intake of breath, butIdon’t stop him.
Iwatch asJuliancarves our initials into my skin with the same precision he uses for everything else.Overmy heart—where he has always lived.
Bloodstarts to bead and trail downward.
AsJuliancuts into me, each slow drag of the blade burning against my skin, my other hand slips down instinctively.Ishove it into my trousers and grip my hard cock, taking it out to relieve the ache, the need.
Thepleasure tangled in the pain is too much.Hispresence, the feel of the knife, the heat in his eyes as he watches my blood seep out—it’s all driving me wild.
Helooks down whereI’mrelentlessly tugging at my cock, then back up at me.Hismouth curls at the corner.
“Youalways were a beautiful mess,” he murmurs. “Andall mine.”
Thewords hit harder than the blade.
“Fuck,Julian,”Imumble.He’sthe only one who can unravel me like this.
Ikeep stroking my length untilI’mwhimpering.Ipress a hand flat against the desk to steady myself, but it’s useless.I’mshaking from the pressure building beneath my skin—the ache only he can draw out of me, the way he always has.
Julianleans closer, close enough for me to feel his breath against my mouth. “Good,” he murmurs, low and rough.
Myorgasm crests, fast, and my whole body locks up for a heartbeat, then releases.
Inthat exact moment,Juliancaptures my mouth with his, and his hand cups the side of my face, grounding me as everything else spirals.
Icling to the kiss like a lifeline, lips moving against his, desperate and grateful all at once.
Thekiss is searing, possessive.Itswallows the ragged sound that tears from my throat as my whole world tilts on its axis.
Then,Julianreleases me and slides his mouth around my cock, taking all of me as hot ropes of cum jet down his throat.Ishout, my hands grabbing his head to milk every last ounce of pleasure.
Juliandoesn’t pull away, even when my entire body jolts with the remnants of my climax, not able to take any more.
AndIlet him.
Becausehe’s the only oneI’veever wanted to fall apart for.
Untilnow.
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