My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 284

The Collapse of Fire

~Julian~

My body was no longer mine to command.

The fire Delia had slipped into my wine had completely burned away tay civilized mind, leaving behind a feral, territorial beast that knew only one directive: possession. I had always heard rumors about the black-market aphrodisiacs used in the underground high-stakes circles-vague, warning whispers of how they stripped a man of his humanity, turning him into a relentless, unyielding animal in bed.

Today, I was the witness to my own monstrous transformation.

I had her legs shoved wide apart, her thighs hooked over my broad shoulders, lifting her lower body completely off the mattress to open her swollen, aching core to my weight. I gripped my fully rigid, throbbing shaft, the head purple and leaking a continuous, hot drop of pre-cum, and drove back in.

Wet, heavy, and brutal.

The friction of our joined fluids was a loud punctuation to the low, rattling wheeze in my chest. I pounded into her, my hips slanting with an unhinged, high-velocity cadence that had no mercy in it. Every single stroke was a deep, soul-crushing devastation of her remaining defenses, bottoming out immediately against her cervix.

Katia couldn’t take it anymore.

Her head was thrashing wild against the damp pillows, her fingers clawing at the sheets for an anchor she couldn’t find. Her voice was a broken, breathless sob, her throat so dry she could barely form the words as she gasped my name into the dark room.

She was entirely spent, her body trembling with a deep, systemic fatigue, her internal walls swollen and dry, yet stretched to their absolute, agonizing limit. She was begging me with the raw, desperate whimpers of a woman who was physically breaking under my hands.

But I couldn’t stop.

The drug refused to let my muscles yield. The tight, violent clenching of her spasms only fed the engine in my blood, driving me to grind myself even deeper, my thrusts becoming savage, deep, and continuous. I was a force of nature executing a territorial claim, completely blind to her exhaustion as I forced her to take the full, punishing weight of my weight.

Finally, the pressure in my groin reached the breaking point.

With three more massive, desperate plunges that slammed our hip bones together, the fire in my veins exploded, i let out a loud. guttural grunt-a low, animal roar that rattled deep in my chest-and broke.

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The hot, thick pulse of my release filled her completely, over and over, a continuous stream of pure, liquid heat hitting het cervix with a force that made her body go entirely rigid. I emptied myself into her wet depths, my chest heaving in shailow gasps, my head dropping onto her shoulder blade as my body twitched violently with the aftermath of the spasin

And then, finally, my cock softened.

The unyielding, terrifying pressure in her depths began to recede. With a slow, wet friction, my softening shaft slid out of her swollen core, leaving a slow drip of my cum leaking onto the sheets beneath us

I collapsed onto my side, my breathing a ragged, desperate static in the quiet room, the sweat slicking my skin, cooling instantly in the bedroom air.

Katia lay completely still for a long, heavy moment. Then, with a slow, agonizing effort, she tried to move She turned her head, her cheek resting against the damp pillow, her eyes glazed and distant as she looked toward the bathroom door. She was trying, to get away, trying to reach the sanctuary of the shower to wash the scent of my violence oft her skin

She slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She tried to stand, her hands reaching out to grip the marble post of the bed

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for balance.

But her legs failed her

Her knees buckled instantly, her body weight collapsing toward the floor. Before she could even let out a cry, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted, her limp frame falling silently onto the rug.

“Fuck!”

The word tore from my throat, the last remnants of the for instantly evaporating, replaced by a cold spike of pure terror

I jumped out of bed, my knees nearly buckling from my own fatigue, but the adrenaline overrode the ache. I crossed the short distance of the floor in a split second, dropping to my knees beside her. She was completely cold, her skin pale, her breathing so shallow I had to press my ear to her chest just to hear the faint, rapid beat of her heart.

I lifted her. She felt incredibly light in my arms, her head falling back against my shoulder, her limbs completely limp. I carried her back to the bed, laying her gently down on the dry side of the mattress, and pulled the heavy duvet over her bare, bruised

shoulders.

“Katia,” I rasped, my voice trembling as I cupped her pale cheek, my thumb tracing the dark mark on her lip. “Katia… Kitten, look at me.”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes remained closed, her face a frozen, unbending mask of exhaustion.

My hand was shaking as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked the screen by touch and dialed the private, unlisted number for the Windsor family doctor-a man who had handled the private medical emergencies of this family for thirty years and knew how to keep his mouth shut.

“Evans,” I barked into the receiver the second the line connected. “Get to my private wing. Now. It’s an emergency.”

I hung up.

Ten minutes later, the door to my private wing opened with a soft click. Dr. Evans walked in, his medical bag in his hand, his sharp, professional eyes scanning the room. The heavy scent of sex and copper in the air, and finally, my own disheveled, bare

chested frame.

“What happened, Julian?” the doctor asked, stopping at the edge of the bed.

I closed my eyes.

A sudden, violent wave of guilt and memory crashed over my brain. I thought about everything I had done to her the last 7 hours. I thought about the raw, punishing physical reality of how I had taken her, how I had ignored her cries, now I had pinned her hips high to take the full, brutal depth of my cock. She was tired. She had spent forty-eight hous surviving a homicide charge, and I had welcomed her back by physically dismantling her.

I opened my eyes, looking down at her pale, untouched face.

“My drink was spiked,” I said, my voice sounding like iron sliding over stone. “And

I didn’t finish. I didn’t need to The doctor looked at the dark purple fingerprints on her waist, the taw skin on her inner thighs. and the deep, exhausted stiliness of her posture and nodded once. He understood the physics of the room

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