Chapter 439

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Julian’s POV

By the time I walked into our bedroom, Katia was already on the bed, still in the leather jacket she’d raced in. Her mask was tossed on the side table. She looked like herself again. Not Catwoman. Just my wife. Tired, satisfied, and glowing with the kind of pride that only comes from proving you can still do the thing people keep underestimating you for.

“You didn’t stop,” I said, sitting down beside her.

“I never do,” she said. “That’s how you stay a mystery p>

I pulled her against me, careful of the space where our baby was growing, and felt the last of the night’s tension finally leave my shoulders.

“You won,” I said.

“We won,” Katia corrected. “All of us. Tonight was never just mine p>

I thought about the whole family scattered across that staging area. Aiden’s bright shout. Grandma’s quiet satisfaction. Gail disappearing into the crowd at exactly the right second. Noah and Delia standing together in whatever fragile peace they’d managed to build. Tessa left with nothing but an empty road and her own frustration.

“No,” I agreed. “It never was p>

The adrenaline still hadn’t left either of us.

Katia was still in the leather jacket she’d raced in, cheeks flushed, eyes bright in that dangerous way that only came after she’d won something she wasn’t supposed to risk. We were on the couch. I had pulled her against me, careful of the small curve of her stomach, and she had laughed against my mouth like the laugh itself was a dare.

“You’re still vibrating,” she said.

“So are you p>

She swung a leg over my lap and sat down hard, grinding against the front of my pants until I hissed. The jacket creaked when she shrugged it off. Underneath she still wore the black racing top, damp at the neck from heat and sweat. I dragged it up and over her head. Her bra followed. Her tits spilled into my hands, heavier already, nipples tight and dark.

I sucked one into my mouth without asking. Katia’s head fell back. Her fingers dug into my hair and held me there while I licked and bit and sucked the other one just as hard. She was already wet; I could feel the heat of her through her leggings when she rolled her hips.

“Take them off,” she ordered, voice rough.

I shoved the leggings and her underwear down together. She kicked them free. I didn’t give her time to settle again. I slid down the couch, pushed her thighs wide, and buried my face between them.

She tasted like adrenaline and salt and pure want. I licked her open, slow at first, then harder, fucking her with my tongue while my thumb rubbed tight circles on her clit. Katia cursed and grabbed the back of the couch. Her hips jerked against my mouth.

“Fuck—Julian—don’t stop p>

I didn’t. I sucked her clit between my lips and pushed two fingers inside her at the same time. She was soaked. Her cunt clenched around my fingers as I curled them and kept licking. She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a broken sound tearing out of her throat. I kept going through it until she shoved at my shoulders, too sensitive.

I sat back up. My cock was straining so hard against my pants it hurt. Katia’s eyes dropped to it. She slid off my lap onto the floor between my knees, yanked my zipper down, and pulled my cock out.

She didn’t tease.

She took me straight into her mouth, deep, wet, and messy. Her hand wrapped around what she couldn’t fit and stroked in time with the bob of her head. I groaned and buried my fingers in her hair. The sight of her on her knees, still half-dressed from the race, sucking me like she was starving, almost finished me too fast.

“Katia—fuck p>

She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at me, lips shiny.

“Not yet. I want you to fuck me first p>

She climbed back into my lap, guided my cock to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate slide. We both groaned. She was tight and hot and still fluttering from her orgasm. I gripped her hips and let her set the pace at first—long, rolling grinds that took me deep every time.

Then she leaned forward, braced her hands on my shoulders, and started riding me harder. The couch creaked. Her tits bounced in front of my face. I caught one nipple in my mouth again and sucked while she fucked herself on my cock. The wet slap of skin filled the living room.

“Harder,” she panted. “I can take it p>

I planted my feet and thrust up to meet her. The angle changed. She cried out and dug her nails into my shoulders. I kept going, fucking up into her while she slammed down, until she came again with a sharp, high sound, cunt gripping me so tight I almost followed.

I didn’t. I lifted her off me, turned her so she was on her hands and knees on the couch, and pushed back into her from behind in one hard thrust. Katia dropped to her forearms and pushed back against me.

“Yes, fuck me, just like that p>

I gripped her hips and gave her exactly what she asked for. Deep, hard, relentless strokes that made her moan into the cushion. One of my hands slid around to rub her clit. She was so wet it coated my fingers. I felt her start to tighten again and didn’t slow down.

She came a third time with a broken curse. I finally let myself follow, burying myself deep and spilling inside her with a groan that felt like it came from my spine.

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