hapter 432 In The Heat Of Desire
Chapter 432 In The Heat Of Desire
Julius sat in silence.
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Under the fabric of restraint, his body pulsed with an animal need. Every nerve paced beneath his skin, aching for more of Quinn’s touch, desperate to answer her summons.
Yet reason whispered with relentless persistence beneath the roar of blood, and he could hear the warning repeating like a mantra in his head.
Focus, <i>Julius </i><i>Whitethorn</i>! <i>You </i><i>cannot </i><i>let </i><i>yourself </i><i>drown</i>. <i>If </i><i>you </i><i>sink </i><i>again</i><i>–</i><i>if </i><i>you </i><i>surrender </i><i>even </i><i>once- </i>you may surface as something <i>far </i><i>darker </i><i>than </i><i>Father </i><i>ever </i><i>was</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>better </i><i>to </i><i>sever </i><i>the </i><i>bond </i>now <i>than </i>live <i>long </i>enough <i>to </i>see revulsion <i>bloom </i><i>in </i><i>her </i><i>eyes</i>…
“If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as a yes,” Quinn murmured, her head dipping until her warm breath brushed the shell of his ear.
Her lips grazed his earlobe, a whisper–soft stroke that felt half idental, half deliberate. A shiver exploded through him, his shoulders jerking before he could stem the involuntary
tremor.
She watched a flush climb the delicate curve of his ear and smiled–small, triumphant, impossibly tender.
Clearly, the spark between them had never truly died.
She pressed another kiss to that fevered lobe, then traced the angled ne of his cheek with feather–light devotion, lingering at the corner of his eye before gliding toward the bridge of his nose.
Just as her mouth drifted over the final inches toward his, Julius turned sharply, offering only his profile.
“Quinn, have you had enough? Stop ying around,” he asked, voice rougher than he intended.
“y?” She hooked two fingers beneath his chin, forcing his gaze back to hers. “You know what I’m like, Julius. I have never–ever–treated something like this as a game.”
With a swift motion, the man wrenched free, words spilling through clenched teeth as he caught her wrist, holding it firmly between them. “If it isn’t a game, then what do you call this? Proof that you can manipte me, keep me dancing in your palm whenever you choose?”
Quinn lifted her eyes and studied him. Beneath the flicker of anger and stubborn pride, she
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detected a raw confusion–a boyish uncertainty she had rarely, if ever, seen in him.
Such a vulnerable Julius was almost unrecognizable.
“I only wanted to soothe you,” she said, the honesty of it resting naked between them.
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“Soothe me?” For a moment, Julius could only stare wide–eyed, utterly blindsided by the word. It was thest exnation he had expected.
“Yes, soothe you. I’ve never had tofort anyone before, so I’m improvising as I go along. All I want is for you to feel good.” As Quinn spoke, the corner of her eye caught the deepening crimson of his ear; even his cheeks had begun to glow with it.
The next second, she bent and brushed a soft kiss on the outer edge of his eye.
“You once said the only way we could ever find our way back to each other was if I loved you- loved you as fiercely as you love me. I don’t know how to measure my depth of feeling, or how to prove it on some scale you can hold, but here’s one thing I can tell you with absolute rity. Beyond my family, I have never loved any man this way before. Julius Whitethorn, I love you -truly, desperately,pletely.”
Quinn scattered kisses over his cheeks in a slow, shimmering shower, each onending like a warm snowke that refused to melt.
Her mouth lingered on his, soft heat gliding back and forth, the delicate friction pulling his breath deeper, heavier, darker.
“I want you, Julius. Do you want me?” she murmured, nipping at his lower lip.
Julius offered no verbal answer, but his uneven breathing and the convulsive bob of his throat admitted everything words could not.
Quinn’s fingers moved to his shirt, undoing each button with deliberate patience, then sliding over the taut rise and fall of his stomach.
“I know you’re still hurt, so don’t move,” she whispered, her fingertips drawing slow circles across his torso. “Let me handle everything. Just rx for me, okay?”
“What is it you really want?” Julius finally asked, eyes fixed on her.
“I want you. Haven’t I made that clear?” Quinn uttered beforeughing softly and bending to scatter feather–light kisses across his chest. “Be good, don’t move. I know you’re still injured, so I’ll be gentle.”
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Reason screamed at him to stop, to push her away before regret took root. Yet his body refused to obey, drowning instead in the pleasure she poured into him, deeper each time.
Their long–starved lovemaking ended with Quinn falling asleep from sheer exhaustion.
Julius rose quietly. Seeing how utterly spent she was, he took a warm cloth and wiped her skin with almost reverent care, then pulled the nket up to her shoulders.
Just as he tucked the quilt beneath her chin, she writhed in sleep and murmured, “No… Julius, don’t…”
Julius‘ hand froze. In an instant, the glow of their earlier intimacy turned to ice in his veins.
<i>What </i><i>is </i><i>she </i>seeing <i>behind </i><i>her </i><i>closed </i><i>eyes</i><i>? </i><i>Is </i><i>it </i><i>the </i><i>monster </i><i>I </i><i>once </i><i>became</i><i>–</i><i>that </i><i>face </i><i>she </i><i>cannot </i><i>bear</i><i>? </i><i>Does </i><i>that </i><i>mean </i><i>she </i><i>pretends </i><i>to </i><i>love </i><i>me </i><i>when </i><i>she’s </i><i>awake</i>, <i>yet </i><i>in </i><i>her </i><i>dreams</i><i>, </i><i>her </i><i>true </i><i>heart </i><i>recoils</i><i>? </i>
As he started to stand, ready to slip away into the corridor, Quinn’s voice rang out again. “Don’t leave. Don’t leave me, Julius…”