The Temporary Boyfriend

Chapter 57: Aboard The Obsidian 18+

Lyvana moved with a sudden, wild energy, her usual shyness gone as the heat in her blood took over.

Her hands grabbed Julian’s shirt and pulled it open, exposing his perfect body. Then fumbled with the zipper of his trousers. The feeling of her hands against his aching hardness was the final blow to his control.

Julian didn’t wait another second. He reached out and grabbed her waist, his hands digging into her soft skin. He sat up and lifted her, pulling her right on top of him.

​Lyvana let out a loud moan as he entered her in one frantic movement, then reached up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her face down to his.

​"You’re in control, Lyvana," he said against her lips. "Take what you want."

​She didn’t need to be told twice. She arched her back and began to move. The ache that had been tearing her apart finally began to turn into a deep, heavy pleasure.

Lyvana didn’t slow down. The drug made every touch feel like a lightning strike, and she chased the feeling with a desperate, wild rhythm.

She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him. Her hair falling over her face in damp curls, and her eyes tightly shut, focused entirely on the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

​"You’re going to be the death of me, Lyvana," Julian breathed.

Seeing her like this — powerful, demanding, and completely uninhibited — was driving him to totally wild.

​​"Julian," she gasped out his name, her voice breaking and her body trembling as she finally reached her climax.

​In one smooth motion, he flipped their positions, his weight pinning her down as she climaxed, her whole body trembling in his arms. He lifted her hands above her head with one of his, while the other moved between her thighs.

She let out a loud moan as pleasure surged through her once more. Then crushed his lips to hers hungrily, letting his own hunger mirror the wild fire burning in her.

​He didn’t make her wait for long. He released her hands, letting them fly to his shoulders, and guided himself into her with one deep, grounding thrust. The air left Lyvana’s lungs in a sharp gasp.

​He began to move very fast. Hot pleasure surged through her, so intense that she climaxed in an instant, her body shaking under his weight. But Julian didn’t stop. He continued to pound her, his rhythm relentless and powerful, driving her even higher.

​Lyvana could barely breathe as the waves of pleasure kept coming, one after another. She clung to him, her voice lost in a series of broken moans, until her body gave way and she climaxed again, lost in the heat of the moment.

Before she could even catch her breath, he rolled her onto her stomach with a firm, dominant grip.

Repositioning himself behind her, he pushed her hips high as he guided his thick shaft back toward her. With one deep, powerful thrust, he was back inside, burying himself to the hilt.

​The impact sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Lyvana’s nerves. She gripped the silk sheets, her head falling forward as Julian began to move with a heavy, relentless pace. Every strike hit the core of her need, turning the drug’s artificial fire into a raw, real explosion of pleasure.

​"Julian!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the quiet cabin.

​He leaned over her, his chest pressing into her back, his hands gripping her waist to hold her steady as he drove them both toward the edge.

His hips drove into hers one last time with a powerful, heavy push. His whole body went tense and shook as he finally let go. A deep, ragged groan broke from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside her, and she felt his warmth fill her up completely. The fire from the drug was finally out and she felt relaxed.

​Julian fell against her back, his heart beating fast against her skin. He stayed there for a moment, his heart beating fast against her back. Then, he moved gently to his side and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. He covered them both with a thick blanket to keep her warm.

​They lay there in the quiet cabin, listening to the water hit the side of the boat, until they both fell into a deep sleep.

....

Elsewhere Mateo sat at the corner of a hotel room with his laptop. He kept looking at the screen. He kept refreshing the feed, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm against the desk. He stood up abruptly, pacing the small space between the bed and the window. He looked confused. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Yeah."

"What happened." Catalina’s voice came through. "Why hasn’t the news broken yet? The gala ended an hour ago. Where is the footage of Lyvana?"

​Mateo stopped pacing and looked back at the laptop.

"That’s the thing, Catalina. I’m looking at the server logs. Someone wiped the camera feed from the hallway. And the waiter? The one you paid to dose the drink? He’s not answering his burner phone."

​There was a long, cold silence on the other end of the line.

​"What do you mean ’wiped’?" Catalina hissed. "I know you to be a professional at this."

"I think Julian might have had something to do with it."

"How, he’s not even in town."

"It appears he is, I have a video from earlier and he was in the hallway."

"Fuck, Mateo!" Catalina’s voice rose to a scream, the sound distorted by the phone’s speaker. "You told me you could handle this!"

​Mateo winced and pulled the phone away from his ear.

​"If he was there, he has her," Catalina continued, "If he has Lyvana, he’s going to find out about the Euphoryl. He’s going to find out it came from us."

"Relax," he said, though the easy confidence in his voice had thinned. "I have a plan."

"I’ll meet you at your place."