Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 25

Julian’s grip tightened on her hips, holding her open as his tongue dove between her folds. He devoured her without restraint, slurping up her sweetness, his groans vibrating against her clit until she was writhing against the counter. The sounds—wet, obscene, relentless—filled the room, each stroke of his tongue dragging her higher.

Kaelani’s knuckles went white against the wood, her chest pressed down as she gasped for breath. “Julian—” It was half a plea, half a warning.

But then his tongue left her core, gliding higher, circling the tight ring of her asshole. The first flick made her jolt, her body seizing at the shock of it. But he pressed in, licking her there with ruthless focus, his tongue breaching her, penetrating her ass in deep, swirling strokes while his grip kept her still.

A broken cry tore from her lips, her body trembling under the raw intensity.

At the same time, his hand slid beneath her, fingers finding her soaked entrance. Two thick digits pushed inside her pussy, plunging deep, curling to hit that devastating spot again and again. He worked her mercilessly—tongue thrusting into her ass while his fingers fucked her needy little pussy, every motion perfectly in rhythm.

The pleasure was brutal, overwhelming. Kaelani bucked against him, caught between his mouth and his hand, her body stretched and filled in ways she had never imagined. Her cries spilled wild and desperate, her thighs shaking as the heat coiled too tight, too fast.

She shattered. Her climax tore through her with violent force, her pussy clamping hard around his fingers, her release gushing down his hand as her entire body convulsed. Her knees nearly gave out, her screams muffled against the crook of her arm as wave after wave ripped her apart.

Still, Julian didn’t stop—his tongue and fingers working her until every last tremor had wrung itself out of her trembling frame, until she was limp and quivering against the counter.

Julian’s fingers slipped free from her drenched core, his tongue dragging one last, lingering stroke over the tight ring of her ass before he pulled back and sucked her sweet pussy juice from his fingers. She was trembling, still catching her breath, when his body pressed against hers from behind—chest to back, hot and solid.

He trailed slow, burning kisses along her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin as his voice rasped low in her ear. “One day, Kaelani…” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his growl vibrating through her bones. “One day, I’m going to stretch that tight little asshole of yours until you’re begging me to never stop.”

Her breath caught, a shiver racing down her spine.

Then he spun her with sudden force, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. Her thighs parting on instinct for him, his presence looming, unshakable.

Julian’s hands went to his waistband, shoving his jeans and briefs down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark with need, pre-cum beading at the tip. It jutted hard between them, straining as though it had been waiting its whole life for her.

His eyes locked onto hers, molten and raw. “And you tell me I don’t want you?” His hand wrapped around the base, stroking once, a rough, tight pull that made the veins stand out against the rigid length. He stepped closer, forcing her to look. “Look at me, Kaelani.” His voice was a command and a plea all at once. “Look what you do to me.”

The blunt head of his cock brushed her slick folds as if to punctuate his words, dragging against her heat. “You think I don’t want you?” His jaw clenched, his wolf snarling beneath the surface. “I’m fucking starving for you.”

Julian lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. His chest heaved as he held her gaze, his voice gravel and heat. “Look down,” he growled. One hand braced her jaw, tilting her face until her eyes fell where he wanted them—on the place where his cock slowly pushed inside her.

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