Chapter 294

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Katia’s POV

The cool bedroom air was a brief, stinging shock against my bare, soaking wet skin, but the relief lasted only a fraction of a second.

Julian’s heavy, furnace-like heat descended on my back once more, his massive frame pinning me flat against the mattress. The weight of him was suffocating, his sweat-slicked chest pressing hard against my shoulder blades, forcing my face deep into the bunching silk pillows.

Before I could even drag a full breath into my lungs, his large, scarred hands clamped around my hips with a bruising, iron-like grip. He adjusted my position, pulling my hips higher, tilting my pelvis to expose my wet, swollen core completely to his dark, heavy pressure.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t ease into the transition.

He aligned the swollen, throbbing head of his massive cock at my entrance and drove in from behind.

I screamed.

The muffled cry was swallowed instantly by the plush fabric of the pillow. The angle was brutal—an agonizingly deep, unyielding stretch that felt like it was splitting me in half. His entire, thick length slid inside me in one single, heavy plunge, bottoming out immediately against my cervix. My eyes went wide in the dark, my fingers clawing at the mattress, my nails catching on the silk sheets as a sharp, blinding wave of pain and white-hot heat surged straight to my stomach.

He began to thrust.

It was a savage, high-velocity cadence. Pushed past the point of sanity by the chemical fire Delia had slipped into his wine; he was a feral beast claiming his territory with a relentless, unchecked power. Every stroke was a complete devastation of my remaining defenses. He pounded into me from behind, his hips hitting my ass with a wet, heavy slap that echoed loudly in the room.

His jaw was clenched so hard the muscles beneath his skin twitched in violent, rapid spasms, a continuous, thick thread of hot drool escaping the corner of his lips to hit the space between my shoulder blades with every heavy, punishing thud of his pelvis.

“Julian… Oh god, Julian I gasped, my voice a broken, breathless sob.

I couldn’t hold myself up. My elbows buckled under the sheer force of his momentum, forcing my chest flat against the pillows while his heavy hands kept my hips pinned high to take the full, punishing weight of his hips.

The friction was intense, loud, and blinding. The slick slide of our joined fluids was a wet, repeating punctuation to the unceasing creak of the heavy oak headboard. My tight, dry walls had been stretched to their absolute limit, but the friction was drawing an endless rush of wetness from my depths, turning the agonizing stretch into a slick, sliding torment that made my head thrash wild against the bed.

He let out a low, guttural growl deep in his chest—a vibrating, animal sound that shook his entire frame.

“Katia p>

It was that hoarse, desperate rasp, whispered directly into my ear as his hot breath scorched my neck.

“Katia… take it… take all of it p>

He hoarsely screamed my name with every soul-crushing thrust. It was a continuous chant that matched the insane speed of his hips. His breath scorched my skin, accompanied by the wet drip of his hot saliva falling onto my neck and shoulder blades as his head thrashed in mindless, chemically induced ecstasy.

His fingers dug deeper into my skin, leaving dark red marks that I knew would turn to deep purple bruises by morning, holding me locked to the mattress so I couldn’t run from the depth.

I was entirely at his mercy.

My vision blurred into a hazy, golden streak as my climax began to build once more. The tension in my lower abdomen coiled into a tight, agonizing spring, pushing me over the edge of sanity. My internal walls clenched around his thick, throbbing shaft in a series of violent, involuntary spasms, wrapping around him like a hot vice, trying to draw his release.

But Julian’s pace only intensified. He didn’t slow down; he used the tight, desperate clenching of my walls to grind himself even deeper, his thrusts becoming savage and deep, his hot drool mixing with the sweat slicking my bare back.

“Julian! Julian!” I screamed, my body going entirely rigid as the release tore through my veins in waves of pure, liquid heat.

I came hard, my pussy locking around his cock with an agonizing tightness.

The sudden, violent contractions of my climax were the breaking point for the fire in his blood.

Julian let out a loud, guttural roar that rattled in his chest. His hands gripped my waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his body shaking uncontrollably as he gave three more massive, desperate thrusts, burying himself so deep against my womb that our hip bones slammed together.

And then, he broke.

The hot, thick pulse of his release filled me completely, over and over, a continuous stream of pure, liquid heat that hit my cervix with a force that made my vision briefly blacken at the edges. He spilled his seed deep inside my wet, swollen core, his body twitching violently as he emptied himself, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

He collapsed over me.

Julian’s cock didn’t soften inside me. Even after emptying himself, his massive, rigid shaft remained locked in my depths, pulsing with an unyielding, terrifying pressure that refused to let my body rest. He didn’t slide out to let me breathe; his thick, iron-hard length stayed buried deep within my swollen core, keeping me pinned to the mattress under the suffocating weight of his chest.

We lay like that for a long, heavy moment in the quiet bedroom. The only sound was the ragged, desperate static of our breathing and the slow dripping of his cum leaking from my pussy onto the silk sheets beneath us.

I turned my head slightly, my cheek resting against the damp pillow, looking at the dim sliver of light cutting through the gap in the bathroom door. My body was a map of ache—my thighs were trembling, my hips were sore, and my skin carried the dark, bruising prints of his fingers.

Before I could even close my eyes to escape into the dark, Julian’s massive frame gave a sudden, violent spasm.

The low, rattling wheeze returned to his chest, heavier and more desperate than before. The fire in his veins hadn’t been extinguished by his release; it was a continuous, boiling current that kept him iron-hard, refusing to let my body escape.

With an effortless, terrifying strength, his heavy, scarred hands clamped around my waist, pulling his fully rigid, unsoftened shaft out of my core with a wetness that made me let out a sharp, empty cry. Before a scream could even clear my throat, he flipped me over onto my back, pinning my shoulders flat against the mattress as his massive chest heaved above me. His pitch-black eyes were once again glazed over, completely unseeing, and a fresh, hot thread of drool escaped his clenched jaw, dripping directly onto my collarbone.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t wait.

He hooked his large hands under my knees, shoving my thighs wide apart and lifting them over his broad shoulders, opening my wet, swollen, and deeply aching core completely to his weight. He gripped his fully hard, throbbing shaft, aligning the swollen purple head right at my entrance.

As he slanted his hips, preparing to drive back in to ruin me all over again, I realized with absolute, terrifying certainty that the ruin of our reality had only just begun.

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