My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 295

Skin, Salt, and Surrender

Julian’s POV

The sun was beginning its descent, painting the sky in strokes of bruised violet and burning gold. The Maldivian light had a quality that felt ancient and absolute, illuminating the water until it looked less like a liquid and more like a polished, shifting gemstone. Inside the villa, the air was heavy with the salt mist of the lagoon and the faint, sweet scent of the white orchid I had

left for her.

Katia stood at the edge of the glass floor, staring out at the horizon. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my palms flat against her stomach. She did not tense; she leaned back into re. I began tracing kisses along the column of her throat, feeling the pulse there jump. She turned in my arms, and the air between as tightened.

I did not wait. I lifted her, her legs locking around my waist, and lowered us both onto the glass floor itself. Beneath us, the lagoon was alive, a slow, dark parade of fish circling in the deep.

I kissed her, my mouth hard against hers, and began tracing a path of kisses down her jaw, her neck, and lower. I pushed her clothes aside with impatient, heavy hands. I parted her legs and went down on her. I did not hold back. I thrust my tongue into her, a constant, demanding pressure. She gasped, her fingers digging into my hair, her head dropping back against the glass.

The fish moved beneath her, oblivious to the heat blooming between her thighs. She was slick, already open, her body betraying the distance she had tried to keep all day. Every time I drove my tongue deeper, she shifted, her hips twitching against the floor, her body demanding the friction she had been denying herself since the jet.

She reached down, her hand closing around me, tight and sure. She guided me, her mouth finding mine. I pulled away just enough to strip off my own clothes. She took me into her mouth, her lips hot and slick, and for a moment, the only sound in the villa was the wet drag of her mouth over me. She knew exactly how to dismantle me. She knew the exact pressure that made my

vision blur.

I pulled her up, maneuvering us until I was positioned between her legs. I took my turn at her again, pressing my face into the heat of her, drinking in the sound of her breath breaking. Then I lifted her, positioning her so I could thrust inside her. I entered her slowly, my mouth fused to hers. She felt incredible, gripping me, her internal muscles pulling me deeper with every thrust. I pushed into her until I hit the base of her, and she let out a long, shuddering breath that hit my lungs like a physical weight.

I pulled my mouth away, moving to her throat, then her chest. I captured a nipple, sucking hard while I thrust into her. Every time I thrust, I could feel her body folding around me, her hips rising to meet mine. The glass beneath us felt cool, but the space

between our bodies was a furnace.

I did not care about the silence of the island or the staff nearby. I cared only about the way she was shattering, the way her nails were gouging into my shoulders, leaving marks that would serve as a record of this afternoon.

She pushed against my shoulders, flipping us. She was on top now, her hair falling around her face, her body rocking forward and back. She set the pace, her eyes locked on mine. I watched her, the way her expression shifted from control to total surrender as she felt the friction of every inch of me, she did not stop.

She leaned into the movement, her body a blur of motion, her eyes occasionally flicking down to the glass floor where the school of fish drifted in the dark. The contrast between her frantic, heated struggle and the tranquil, cold water beneath the floorboards was visceral.

I gripped her hips, shifting our weight until I was over her again. I started fucking her slowly, every thrust a reminder. I felt the tension mounting, a heavy, coiled pressure in my chest that had been building for months. I pushed deeper, hitting the exact spot that made her gasp, that made her head loll back against the floor.

She reached the edge first. I felt her muscles clench around me, a series of pulses that stripped the last of my composure away I surged into her, my own control snapping. I did not hold back. I let out a low, guttural groan, my teeth grazing the skin of her shoulder as I bit down, hard, as the climax hit me.

I came harder than I ever had in my life. I felt my entire body shake, locked against her, the intensity so blinding it felt like a physical blow. She screamed into my neck, her body spasming under mine, and we clung to each other as the world narrowed

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down to the movement of our blood and the silent, slow-moving life in the dark water beneath the glass.

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