My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 282

Katia… take it… take all of it..

~Katia~

The cool bedroom air was a brief stinging shock against my bare, soaking wet skin, but the relief lasted only a fraction of a

second.

Julian’s heavy, furnace-like heat descended on my back once more, his massive frame pinning me flat against the mattress. The weight of him was suffocating, his sweat-slicked chest pressing hard against my shoulder blades, forcing my face deep into the bunching silk pillows.

Before I could even drag a full breath into my lungs, his large, scarred hands clamped around my hips with a bruising, iron-like grip. He adjusted my position, pulling my hips higher, tilting my pelvis to expose my wet, swollen core completely to his dark,

heavy pressure.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t ease into the transition.

He aligned the swollen, throbbing head of his massive cock at my entrance and drove in from behind.

I screamed.

The muffled cry was swallowed instantly by the plush fabric of the pillow. The angle was brutal-an agonizingly deep, unyielding stretch that felt like it was splitting me in half. His entire, thick length slid inside me in one single, heavy plunge, bottoming out immediately against my cervix. My eyes went wide in the dark, my fingers clawing at the mattress, my nails catching on the silk sheets as a sharp, blinding wave of pain and white-hot heat surged straight to my stomachi.

He began to thrust.

It was a savage, high-velocity cadence. Pushed past the point of sanity by the chemical fire Delia had slipped into his wine; he “was a feral beast claiming his territory with a relentless, unchecked/power. Every stroke was a complete devastation of my remaining defenses. He pounded into me from behind, his hips hitting my ass with a wet, heavy slap that echoed loudly in the

room.

His jaw was clenched so hard the muscles beneath his skin twitched in violent, rapid spasms, a continuous, thick thread of hot drool escaping the corner of his lips to hit the space between my shoulder blades with every heavy, punishing thud of his pelvis.

“Julian… Oh god, Julian…” I gasped, my voice a broken, breathless sob.

I couldn’t hold myself up. My elbows buckled under the sheer force of his momentum, forcing my chest flat against the plows while his heavy hands kept my hips pinned high to take the full, punishing weight of his hips.

The friction was intense, loud, and blinding. The slick slide of our joined fluids was a wet, repeating punctuation to the unceasing creak of the heavy oak headboard. My tight, dry walls had been stretched to their absolute limit, but the friction was drawing an endless rush of wetness from my depths, turning the agonizing stretch into a slick, sliding torment that made my head thrash wild against the bed.

He let out a low, guttural growl deep in his chest a vibrating, animal sound that shook his entire frame.

“Katia…”

It was that hoarse, desperate rasp, whispered directly into my ear as his hot breath scorched my neck.

“Katia… take it…, take all of it…”

He hoarsely screamed my name with every soul-crushing thrust. It was a continuous chant that matched the insane speed of his hips. His breath scorched my skin, accompanied by the wet drip of his hot saliva falling onto my neck and shoulder blades as his head thrashed in mindless, chemically induced ecstasy.

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