JULIAN'S POV

“Don't look away,” I moaned, thrusting deeper into her.

Her back arched, wild and perfect like her body was trying to run from me.

The heat between us increased with every thrust, every ache.

I gripped her tight, grounded her with every thrust of control until my name escaped her lips.

“Julian…”

Slow, painful, but the pleasure in her eyes said otherwise.

She clawed the sheets, moaned my name louder, but I didn't ease up. She looked up again, mouth slightly ...