Elena stepped into Julian's penthouse, the Manhattan skyline blazing through floor to ceiling windows, a glided cage of raw power. The elevator sealed them in, Julian's cedar and spice scent wrapping around her, his bespoke suit clinging to his muscular frame. Her emerald gown, hugged her curves, its plunging neckline a taunt in the dim glow. Julian's jealousy at the gala, ignited by her bold dance with Damian, crackled like a live wire. His hand on her waist, possessive, searing, hadn't left her. I'm here for control, Mateo, not his fire. Her body pulsed, lust betraying her resolve.
Julian released her, his eyes molten and predatory. "You fucked with me tonight," he growled, voice low, silk over steel. "Dancing with Reed? You'll answer to me." He stepped closer, towering, his presence swallowing the air.
Her pulse raced, defiance surging, heat pooling low. "A dance, Julian," she purred, chin high, voice sultry. "Not a betrayal, can't handle it?" Her core clenched, his dominance pulling, lust clashing with her need to toy with him. I'm burning for him.
His smirk curled, eyes darkening, lust and fury warring. "Handle it?" he closed in, fingers grazing her jaw, sparking her skin. "You're mine, Ms. Marquez. Time you felt it." His voice dripped control, lips inches from hers, daring her to push back.
Her breath hitched, nipples tightening under the gown. He's playing king, and I'm rewriting the rules. "Yours?" she teased, stepping into him, eyes locked, voice husky. "I belong to no one, Cross." Defiance blazed, body aching, guilt clawing.
Julian's hand slid to her throat, thumb stroking her pulse, firm and commanding. "Bold little tease", he murmured, voice thick, breath hot against her lips. "Keep playing, I'll make you mine." His grip tightened, pulling her against his chest, his hardness pressing through his suit, a bold claim.
Her core throbbed, wet heat soaking her panties. "Make me?" she laughed, sultry, defiance, sharp, pressing her hips closer and teasing his arousal. "You'll have to do better, Julian". Her eyes dared him, body craving his touch, heart slamming. I'm toying with him, and I love it.
He groaned, primal, eyes flaring with hunger, ripping off his tie, tossing it aside. "Better?" he growled, voice rough, unbuttoning his shirt, chiseled muscle gleaming, arousal straining his trousers. He backed her towards the leather couch, its cool edge brushing her thighs, his hands hovering, waiting for her move.
Her skin burned, lust surging, but she held the reins, swaying her hips, gown riding up, baring her thighs. "Your move, Cross," she purred, voice steady, masking the ache, leaning against the couch, one hand trailing her neckline, teasing lower. Her gaze challenged, inviting his next play.
Julian seized her hips, lifting her onto the couch's arm, gown splitting higher, his hands sliding up her thighs, fingers grazing her soaked lace, her body trembling, a moan slipping free. "My move?" he murmured, lips brushing her ear, breath scorching. "I'll have you screaming, Ms. Marquez." His fingers teased her inner thigh, so close to her core, pleasure spiking, her hips twitching.
Her body pulsed, his dominance intoxicating. "Screaming?" she gasped, voice sultry, nails digging into his shoulders, grinding against his hand, taking control. "You're dreaming, Julian." Her body arched, craving more, guilt ripping her, but her defiance burned brighter, toying with his hunger.
Julian's hand fisted her hair, tilting her head back, lips grazing her neck, teeth nipping, a dark vow. "Dreaming?" he growled, voice thick, pressing his erection against her core, grinding slow and deliberate. "I want you dripping for me." His other hand teased her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the gown, her moan louder, body betraying her.
Her body ignited, lust drowning reason. "You are the one losing control, Cross", she teased, voice husky, defiance blazing, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, grinding harder. Her nails raked his chest, a taunt, wetness soaking through, pleasure spiking, guilt twisting.
He groaned, primal, seizing her lips in a savage kiss, all dominance and hunger, tongue claiming her, demanding and consuming. His hand tightened in her hair, the other gripping her thigh, pressing his hardness deeper against her core, friction sparking ecstasy. She kissed back, fierce, biting his lip, matching his fire, taking as much as she gave. Her nails clawed his back, pleasure and defiance warring, lust overwhelming.
She broke the kiss, gasping, eyes blazing, lips swollen. "That's your best?" she purred, voice sultry, shoving him back, sliding off the couch, standing tall, gown slipping lower, teasing her curves. "I'm not your toy, Cross." Her body screamed for more, but she held the power, toying with his desire, making him crave her.
Julian's chest heaved, eyes wild, lust and awe colliding. "Toy?"he growled; voice raw. Stepping closer. "You're my fucking addiction, Ms. Marquez." His hands flexed, aching to grab her, but he held back, her defiance fueling his hunger, his control cracking.
Her pulse spiked, lust and power colliding. I'm driving him wild, and I love it. "Addiction?" she teased, voice cool, swaying her hips, circling him, fingers trailing his arm, teasing. "Prove it, Julian. Without owning me."
He stalked her, eyes blazing, hands gripping her hips, spinning her against the window, city lights frame her. "I'll make you mine." He murmured, voice a dark vow, lips grazing her collarbone, teeth nipping as his fingers teased her soaked lace, circling her clit, pleasure jolting her, hips bucking, a moan escaping.
Her body convulsed, ecstasy overwhelming, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him, eyes fierce. "I'm mine," she snapped, voice hard, pushing him back, adjusting her gown, standing tall. "Want me? Earn me, Cross".
Julian's eyes flashed, respect cutting through lust, breath ragged. "Earn you?" he said in a rough voice as he took a step back. "You're fire, Ms. Marquez and I'd burn everything for you". His tone cracked, desire and need raw, her defiance making him crave her more.
Her heart jumped, his surrender disarming, but she held firm. "Burn everything?" she said in a steady voice, moving to the door. "Start with letting me lead, Julian. I'm not your prize."
He watched her, eyes blazing, frustration and awe warring. "Lead?" he said, voice raw. "You're making me want you more, Ms. Marquez."
She smirked, hand on the door. "Good", she teased, heat lingering. "I'm worth it." She left, pulse racing, Julian's fire searing her, her power burning brighter.