Chapter 492 The Quiet Day

Julian’s POV

She was still asleep when I woke. She had my shirt on and nothing underneath it. One leg rested outside the sheet, and I could still see the mark my mouth had left on her thigh the night before.

I did not move her. Instead, I watched her breathe and counted everything I had. A wife who had taken my name and given me my children. A son at home with my grandmother. A daughter safe with my sister. An island I had bought empty so no one could knock on the door and interrupt us.

Money had done that. Money always did what I told it to do. But money did not make her open her legs for me. She did that because she wanted me.

I ran my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh. She shifted in her sleep. I did it again, moving higher this time, and her eyes opened.

“You are staring,” she murmured.

“I paid for the view,” I told her.

“You paid for the island,” she corrected me.

“Same thing.”

She laughed and pulled me down to her. I kissed her slowly at first, but it did not stay slow for long. My hand found her cunt, already wet for me. I pushed two fingers inside her, and she swore against my mouth.

“Morning,” I murmured.

“You could have waited,” she complained.

“I do not wait for what is mine.”

I fucked her with my fingers until her hips began chasing every movement. Then I pulled them out and licked them clean while she watched me. I liked that she watched.

“On your back,” I ordered.

She obeyed. I shoved my shirt up her body, sucked one nipple into my mouth, and lined my cock up with her entrance. One thrust took me all the way inside. She gasped and grabbed my arms.

“Still big,” she breathed.

“You take it so well. You used to complain.”

“Back then, I was not used to it.”

“You are used to it now.”

I pulled out until only the head remained inside her, then drove myself all the way back in. Again and again, using full, deep strokes. Her cunt gripped me every time I returned. I hooked one of her knees higher so I could get deeper and kept the pace hard enough to force a sound from her with every thrust.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

She looked straight at me, her face flushed and her mouth open as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I love you,” I told her. “Say it while I fuck you.”

“I love you,” she gasped. “Do not stop. I can take it.”

“I know you can.”

I kept thrusting longer than I needed to, pulling out before driving myself back inside her. Out and in. Again and again. Her nails dug into my shoulders while the bed repeatedly hit the wall behind us. I pressed my thumb against her clit and rubbed it in time with the movement of my hips until she came, clenching around me and crying out my name. I fucked her through the orgasm before coming deep inside her, spilling into her and staying there until the last pulse of my release had finished.

Breakfast was fruit on the terrace. She wore my shirt again, still with nothing underneath it. I fed her a piece of mango and watched the juice settle on her lip.

“When Clara starts sleeping through the night,” I said, “I am coming to bed before midnight. The company can wait. You will not.”

“The company never waits,” Katia reminded me.

“It waits if I tell it to. I built it. It bows.”

She smiled at me. “Arrogant.”

“Accurate,” I corrected her. “And I love you. Both can be true.”

We read beside the pool because Katia wanted a quiet afternoon. Eventually, she fell asleep against my chest, and I let her. When she finally stirred, I kissed the side of her neck and slid my hand beneath the shirt.

“Again?” she asked sleepily.

“Again,” I confirmed.

The daybed was wide enough for both of us. I put her on her back and pushed inside her slowly this time, talking to her while I did it.

“You take my cock so well,” I murmured. “Like you were made for it. You used to tell me it was too much.”

“Back then, I was not used to it,” she reminded me. “Now I want all of it.”

“Good girl.”

I gave her exactly what she asked for, using long, deep thrusts while her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I told her I loved her between those thrusts. She told me she loved me too, her words becoming breathless until she came with her face buried against my neck. I held myself back, pulled out, and turned her over the arm of the daybed.

“Hands down,” I ordered.

She put her hands down. I pushed inside her from behind and immediately set a harder pace. The angle allowed me to reach deeper, and she moaned into the cushion beneath her. I gripped her hip and fucked her until she came again, then followed her over the edge with myself buried all the way to the base.

Inside the villa, she climbed onto my lap on the couch before I had even finished drinking my water.

“My turn,” she announced.

“Take it.”

She sank down onto me and started riding. I let her control the pace this time. She lifted, dropped, and ground herself against me while I held her breasts in my hands. I told her she looked like money and sin and the only thing I had ever wanted that I could not buy.

“You did not buy me,” she reminded me.

“I know. That is why I keep you.”

She fucked me until her body started shaking. I grabbed her hips and thrust upward into her, hard, six times before I came while she was still pulsing around me.

The shower was hot. I washed her hair because I liked the weight of it in my hands. She went down onto her knees on the tile and took my cock into her mouth slowly, keeping her eyes on mine. I lasted longer than I expected to. When I felt myself getting close, I pulled her back to her feet, turned her toward the wall, and fucked her against the warm tile until she came on my fingers and I came inside her again.

We cooked dinner together. Badly. Katia laughed at what we had done to the fish while I poured the wine and asked what she had missed most while she was healing.

“You,” she answered. “Not the careful version. This one.”

“You have this one,” I promised.

In bed that night, I put her beneath me one last time. I moved slower but still went deep. I told her I loved her. I told her I loved Aiden and Clara. I loved the life I had built around her, and I would burn anything that tried to touch it. She held my face between her hands and told me she knew.

I came inside her with her name on my lips and stayed there, our bodies still joined, until she fell asleep beneath me.

The island was quiet. My wife was full of me, and my children were safe. That was enough for one day. It would be enough when we went home too, because I would make it so.