Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 259

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Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 259

Julian: POV

“Tell me what you need.”

“You,” she breathed, her hips rolling up against mine.

“Just you.”

That broke me.

Four years. Four fucking years of emptiness, of going through the motions of living while feeling like I was already dead inside.

And here she was, looking at me like I was her salvation instead of her destruction. This was poison, I knew that. But it was the only poison that had made

me feel alive in four years.

I pulled back just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, and she made a sound of approval, her hands immediately going to my chest, her nails

scraping lightly across my skin. The touch sent electricity through me-not just desire, but recognition. My body remembered hers even if her mind didn’t

remember mine.

I caught her mouth again, kissing her harder this time, swallowing every gasp and whimper as my hands found the hem of her dress. I was drowning and she

was air, even if breathing her in would kill us both.

“This comes off,” I said against her lips, already tugging the fabric up.

“Now.”

She helped-or tried to-her movements uncoordinated but eager, and within seconds the dress was bunched around her waist, leaving her in nothing but a

thin bra and underwear.

I stared down at her, my breath coming hard and fast, and she stared back, her eyes dark and pleading. God, she was still so beautiful it hurt to look at her. Four years of imagining this moment, of hating myself for wanting it, of knowing I’d damn myself for it if I ever got the chance.

“Please, she whispered, and that one word destroyed whatever was left of my restraint.

I was going to hell for this. I knew that. But I’d been living in hell for four years anyway—at least this way, I’d have something worth burning for.

I leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the lace.

She arched into my touch, her head falling back against the seat, and I took the opportunity to trail my mouth down her throat, tasting the salt on her skin,

feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath my lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I muxinured, my fingers finding the clasp of her bra.

‘Do you know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

What you’ve always done to me. What you did to me when you left. What you’re doing to me now by being here, by wanting me when you don’t even know who I am.

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Chapter 259

She didnt-answer-couldn’t, probably-but her hands found my hair, tugging me closer, and I took that as permission to keep going.

The bra came off, and I tossed it aside without looking, my attention entirely focused on her.

I lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and she cried out, her back bowing off the seat.

She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Oh god

I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she was writhing beneath me now, her thighs pressing together, seeking friction.

I slid one hand down between her legs, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear, and she moaned, her hips bucking up into my

touch.

This was madness. Beautiful, destructive madness. I was taking advantage of her drugged state, her vulnerability, her amnesia-and I couldn’t stop. Four

years of grief and rage and desperate love had twisted into something dark and hungry, and she was feeding it willingly.

“So wet already,” I said, my voice rough.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled the fabric down, exposing her completely.

“Is this what you want? You want me to touch you here?”

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