Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Julian POV

I stayed inside her even after I came.

My cock pulsed with the aftershocks, her inner walls still fluering around me.

She was crying-not the loud, broken sobs from earlier, but quiet tears that slid down her temples and disappeared into her hair.

“Let me go,” she whispered again. “Please, Julian. Just let me go.”

No.

The word screamed through my head, but I didn’t say it.

Instead, I pulled out slowly-she gasped at the loss-and scooped her up before she could scramble away.

“What are you- She tried to push at my chest, but her arms were weak. Exhausted. ‘Put me down.”

‘Not yet.” I adjusted her weight, hooking one arm under her thighs and the other around her back. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. My cock,

still half-hard and slick with our combined fluids, pressed against her ass. “We’re not done.

*Julian-

“Bathroom,” I said, carrying her across the room. You need to see something.”

She stiffened. “See what?”

I didn’t answer. Just kicked open the bathroom door and flicked on the light. The mirror above the sink reflected both of us-her flushed face, swollen lips, hair a mess. And me, holding her like she was mine.

Because she is.

I set her down in front of the mirror, her back to my chest. She tried to turn away, but I caught her chin.

‘Look, I commanded.

‘I don’t want to-

I slid my hand between her legs. She jerked, a sharp inhale catching in her throat.

‘Look at yourself, I repeated, my fingers finding her clit. She was still so wet. ‘Look at what I do to you.”

Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Elena.” My voice was rough. Warning. ‘Open your fucking eyes.”

She did Slowly And what I saw in the mirror-that mix of shame and arousal and fury-made my cock harden fully again

Chapter 172

“That 4 rubbed slow circles, watching her face in the reflection. Her lips parted. A small, helpless sound escaped. “See that? See how your body responds

Stop

But her hips rocked forward seeking more pressure.

“You think he could make you feel this way?” I bit out, my free hand sliding up to cup her breast. Her nipple was hard against my palm. “You think Ethan

could fuck you until you’re shaking? Until you’re begging?”

She tried to turn her head. I caught her jaw, forced her to keep looking.

“Answer me.

“Fuck you,” she choked out.

I pinched her clit. She cried out, knees buckling. I held her up easily, my arm banding around het waist.

“Wrong answer. I turned her head toward me, catching her mouth in a brutal kiss. She whimpered-whether in protest or need, I didn’t care.

My tongue pushed past her lips, claiming every inch. She tasted like salt and desperation.

When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

She bent. Her palms flat on the counter, face turned to the side so she could still see the mirror. I kicked her legs apart, positioned myself behind her.

My cock nudged her entrance. She tensed.

“Relax,” I murmured, one hand stroking up her spine. You know you want this.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” I pushed in slowly. Inch by inch. Watching her face in the mirror as her mouth fell open. “But your pussy doesn’t lie.”

She was so tight. Still swollen and sensitive from earlier. I groaned, bottoming out inside her.

‘Fuck.”

Julian… Her voice broke. “Please…”

‘Please what?” I pulled back, thrust in hard. She gasped. “Please stop? Please fuck you harder?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. Just started moving-deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt. The counter edge dug into her hips. Her fingers

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