Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Elara

I nodded. Then realized he probably couldn’t see. “Yes. I think-

He started to move.

Slow at first. Drawing almost all the way out before sliding back in. The friction sent sparks up my spine. Pain mixed with something that might become pleasure if I let it.

I tried not to let it. Tried to remember this was Julian, who loved

Sloane, who had brought me here to punish me. Who had stood by

while Marcus-

“Stop thinking.” He shifted his angle and I gasped as he hit somewhere deep that made my whole body jolt. “I can feel you

tensing up. Stop.”

“I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” He thrust harder, making me cry out. “Just feel. Let

yourself feel this.”

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He set a rhythm–deep, measured strokes that gradually built in

speed. Each one drove me further into the mattress, made the bed frame creak. My torn tights still tangled around my ankles, my skirt

bunched at my waist. I must have looked ridiculous. Desperate.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.

My body was responding despite everything. Meeting his thrusts. My hands slid from his chest to his back, nails digging into his shirt. He was still fully dressed while I was naked beneath him, and the

unfairness of it should have mattered but didn’t.

“Julian-” His name fell from my lips like a prayer. Or a curse.

“Say it again.”

“Julian-”

“Again.”

“Julian, please-”

He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing whatever I’d been about to beg for. His hips snapped harder, faster. The headboard hit the wall with each thrust–rhythmic, obscene.

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I was going to come. Could feel it building low in my belly, pressure coiling tighter and tighter. It terrified me. I didn’t want to give him this, didn’t want him to know how completely he could unmake me.

“Let go,” he growled against my lips. His hand slipped between us, found that sensitive spot and pressed.

I shattered.

The orgasm hit like a wave, drowning me. I arched up into him, a scream catching in my throat. My body clenched around him rhythmically, pulsing.

He groaned, his movements becoming erratic. Harder. Almost rough.

“Elara–fuck-”

His whole body went rigid. He thrust in one final time and held there, buried as deep as he could go. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the warmth spreading.

Then he collapsed onto me, breathing hard.

For a long moment we just lay there. His weight crushing me into the mattress. My arms somehow wrapped around him. Both of us trying to catch our breath.

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Reality crept back in slowly.

What had I done?

What had we done?

Julian shifted, started to pull out. I winced at the friction, at the sudden emptiness. He rolled off me onto his back. I heard him adjusting his clothes, zipping his pants.

I lay very still, staring at the dark ceiling.

My body ached. Between my legs felt raw, used. I could feel his release starting to leak out of me, sticky and warm on my inner

thighs.

I wanted to cry. Wanted to scream. Wanted to scrub my skin until I didn’t feel his touch anymore.

But mostly I just felt… hollow.

“You should sleep,” Julian said into the darkness. His voice had

returned to that flat, controlled tone. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just-

“I want to leave,” I whispered.

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“In the morning.”

“Now.”

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