Julian's POV
All I wanted was the warmth of Catherine's body against mine.
My tongue moved into hers, prying her lips to open further and take all my kisses. My hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as if I could physically absorb her presence. I was pouring everything into that contact; my rage, my fear, my protectiveness. Catherine let out a small, muffled sound against my lips, her hands coming up to my chest. For a second, I felt her pull back, her head turning slightly to break the connection.
"Julian, wait," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What happened in Lucy's room? You have to tell me—"
I didn't let her finish. I ignored the question, my mind refusing to break this moment. I just wanted to be hers. I reached down, my arms hooking under her legs, and lifted her off the floor.
"Julian!" she gasped, her hands grabbing my shoulders for balance.
