Free Web NovelChapter 89: Under His Roof 18+
Lyvana wasn’t very fast, and Julian was moving in circles, letting her almost catch him before darting away.
As she rounded the edge of the velvet sofa, Julian suddenly stopped and turned. Before she could react, his large hands caught her by the waist. He swung her around, lifting her feet off the floor, and pulled her flush against his chest.
The laughter died down as they both stood there, breathing hard.
Julian’s arms were wrapped tight around her, his face inches from hers.
"Caught you," he whispered. His voice dropped to that low tone that always made her heart skip a beat.
"I think I let you catch me," she whispered back. freewёbnoνel.com
Julian didn’t say a word. He just leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, slow kiss.
Julian placed her against the soft velvet of the sofa, his hands sliding down to her thighs.
He lifted one of her legs, pushing it aside to create the space he needed, and entered her gently. She was already wet for him.
Lyvana let out a sharp groan and arched her back against the cushions.
The friction was electric, and she clung to his shoulders, her body forcing him to move at a faster pace. Julian didn’t hesitate. His fingers clenched tightly over her thigh, as he moved harder and deeper, hitting her with long, fast strokes that made her head spin.
It was delicious and she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
He kissed her skin, his tongue working over the sensitive spot behind her ear until she was breathless.
She slid her hands down his back, feeling his skin grow slick with sweat. Her fingers gripped his pumping butt, pulling him closer, wanting every bit of his weight against her. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Fuck," he mumbled against her skin, his voice thick and rough.
Lyvana breathed in short, quick gasps as the feeling built up inside her. The steady, strong rhythm of Julian’s body pushed her to the limit.
Her head fell back against the cushions, and her eyes closed as the heat exploded inside her. A wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, making her muscles seize and her toes curl into the fabric of the sofa. She let out a broken, high-pitched cry, her fingers digging into Julian’s shoulders as her body pulsed around him in long, rhythmic waves.
Julian groaned. He lost all control as he felt her reach the peak.
But he didn’t let the moment end. He lifted her, turning her body so she was pressed against the back of the sofa, her hands gripping the soft velvet for support.
He moved behind her and entered into her once more. The new angle was deeper, hitting exactly where she needed it. Lyvana arched her back, a low, groan escaping her lips as he began to move again. He was relentless now, his strokes fast and heavy, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady.
The heat built again, faster and more intense than before. Lyvana’s world narrowed down to the sensation of him filling her and the rough sound of his breathing in her ear. She felt him stiffen, his muscles turning to steel as he reached his own limit.
With one final, deep thrust, Julian gave in. He held her tightly, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his forehead resting against the back of her neck.
Lyvana collapsed forward against the sofa, her own release following his in a second, overwhelming wave that left her completely breathless.
They stayed that way for a second. Then he scooped her into his arms, her head resting against his chest as he walked toward the master bathroom.
The bathroom was as grand as the rest of the penthouse, with heated marble floors and a glass-walled shower that looked out over the city. Julian used one hand to turn on the water, waiting until the steam began to fill the room before stepping inside with her.
The warm water hit their skin, washing away the sweat and the tension of the morning. Lyvana leaned against the cool tile, letting the spray fall over her shoulders. Julian grabbed a sponge and some nice-smelling soap, his movements turning very gentle.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, washing her back. "I hope I didn’t hurt you. I know I was pretty rough."
Lyvana leaned back against the wet tile, a small smile on her lips. "Maybe I like it rough."
Julian chuckled.
"I have to go on a short trip with my father," he said. "I will be back by nightfall. Spend the night with me again."
Lyvana giggled. "Maybe tomorrow night."
"Promise?" Julian asked, pulling her closer under the warm spray.
"Yeah," she whispered.
Julian’s face clouded over for a moment as he looked at her. "I want you to move from that apartment. I can’t risk Catalina hurting you. Let me get you an apartment here, in this building, if you don’t want to move in with me. It’s very secure, and you can be on your own anytime you want."
"You just want me in a place where you can dash in anytime you want."
Julian chuckled, leanng down to give her a quick kiss. "No, I will ask for your permission before coming to see you. I promise. I just want to know you’re safe."
She shook her head, her wet hair clinging to her neck. "It’s too expensive, Julian. My other apartment is not bad. Maybe it isn’t as large as this penthouse, but it’s quite secure. I don’t need a palace."
"Not as secure as I’d like. Here I can ask the security to make you a priority."
"They will probably think am a nuisance... with the special treatment and all."
"Baby, it’s not about special treatment. The security protocols in this building aren’t like other places. I had the biometric scanners and the elevator overrides installed specifically so that the residents, never have to worry about a breach."
Lyvana went still, the water slicking her hair back. "You had them installed? Julian, most people just move into an apartment. They don’t dictate the security hardware for the whole building. You own The Royale, don’t you?"
