My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 419

First Night

Delia’s POV

The shopping bags were heavy in my hands by the time I reached the front door. I had stayed out longer than I meant to, walking the same three stores twice just to avoid coming back too early. The house still felt too quiet most evenings, like it was waiting for something neither of us had figured out how to give it

yet.

I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stopped when I saw roses.

They were everywhere. On the entry table. Along the sideboard. A few stems left loose on the console, like someone had been in the middle of arranging them and decided it was already enough. The whole place smelled like them–deep, real, not the cheap kind that died by morning.

Noah stood in the hallway in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He held a single long–stemmed rose in one hand.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped forward, took the bags from me one by one, and set them down. Then he helped me out of my coat, hanging it carefully, and held the rose out.

“For you.”

I took it. The stem was still cool.

He led me toward the dining room. Candles were already lit on the table. Two places set. Real plates, not the ones we usually grabbed in a hurry. He pulled the chair out for me and waited until I sat before he

moved to his own side.

When he passed behind me, he pressed a slow, soft kiss to my temple.

“Let’s eat,” he said. “I hope you enjoy the food.”

I nodded. My throat felt tight for no good reason.

We ate mostly in silence at first. The food was good and simple, the kind of meal someone makes when they actually paid attention. Halfway through I looked up and found him already watching me.

“I want this to work,” he said quietly. “I don’t care that my father arranged it. I don’t care how it started. I want to try. Properly.”

I didn’t have an answer ready. I just nodded again and kept eating.

When we finished, I stood and started gathering plates before he could stop me. We cleared the table together. Washed the dishes side by side at the sink. Our elbows bumped once. Neither of us moved

away.

Afterward we walked toward the hallway that led to the separate rooms we still used. Habit. Distance. The careful line we had drawn without ever really talking about it.

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“Look at me,” he said, and I did.

He pushed in slowly.

The stretch burned. It had been a long time, and he was thick enough that every inch forced a soft, punched–out sound from my throat. He watched my face the whole time, jaw tight, holding himself back until he was buried all the way inside me.

“Fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “You feel-”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He just started moving.

Deep. Steady. The kind of thrusts that made the headboard knock lightly against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he fucked me like he had decided this was the only place he wanted to be. Every time he bottomed out, I moaned his name. It slipped out of me without permission, soft at first, then louder, until it sounded like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying.

“Noah. Noah-”

He groaned and drove harder. One of his hands slid under my ass and tilted me up so he could go even deeper. The new angle made my vision blur. I dug my nails into his back and let him take what he

wanted.

When I came the second time, it hit harder than the first. My whole body locked up around him. He cursed and fucked me through it, never slowing, until I was whimpering and oversensitive and still somehow needing more.

He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my stomach. I went willingly, pushing up onto my knees. He entered me again from behind in one smooth thrust and immediately set a harder pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. His hand came around to rub my clit while he fucked me, and I almost collapsed from the dual sensation.

“Say my name again,” he ordered, his voice rough.

“Noah-”

“Louder.”

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