Chapter 3
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Perhaps gentle, patient guidance that might rescue me from the humiliation and self-doubt about intimacy that Daniel had instilled in me.
But I was wrong.
Julian didn't say another word.
He bent down, one hand firmly gripping the back of my head, and claimed my mouth with almost devouring force. This wasn't even a kiss; it was conquest. My hands instinctively pressed against his chest in resistance, but his dominant body overwhelmed mine until my futile pushing transformed into desperate clutching at his shirt. His tongue parted my lips with the fire of tequila and undeniable dominance, claiming every inch of my mouth. I tasted blood—his or mine, I couldn't tell.
I nearly suffocated from his kiss, my mind wiped completely blank.
Then I felt myself lifted into the air. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest as he strode toward the massive bed. In his arms, I trembled like a captured bird, my body tense with anticipation and fear.
"Riiip——"
The sharp sound of tearing fabric split the air.
My expensive champagne-colored silk dress was roughly torn down the middle. Cold air instantly kissed my exposed skin, sending uncontrollable shivers through me. His gaze, like twin burning embers, raked over my body, making me feel like a sacrifice laid bare on an altar.
I felt like a virgin again—embarrassed yet thrumming with anticipation.
I instinctively tried to close my legs, to curl into myself, but it was already too late.
His kisses traveled downward, past my trembling stomach. When he lowered his head and, in the most primal way imaginable, bestowed upon my most intimate place—never before worshipped this way—an act of complete devotion, my world shattered into brilliant fragments.
"No… Julian… there… ah!"
An unprecedented, overwhelming pleasure engulfed me like a tidal wave. This was too shameful, too… exhilarating. He was my brother! The thought flashed wildly through my mind, but my body's reactions were beyond my control. My mind emptied of everything but sensation, my back arching involuntarily, my fingers clutching the sheets until my knuckles turned white.
Just as I was violently trembling from this extreme pleasure, teetering on the edge of collapse, he finally lifted his head.
And then, I saw it.
His arousal, already at its limit, burning and fierce, poised at my entrance that he'd already reduced to a quivering mess. Without hesitation, he claimed me completely in one powerful thrust.
"Ah——!"
I let out a sharp cry mingled with pain and strange fulfillment. It was too much—too full, too hot, too present. This feeling of being completely claimed, filled, and overwhelmed by a man was something I'd never known before.
My body rocked with his thrusts, forced to endure his almost frenzied possession. My moans broke into fragments: "Julian, ah… stop, stop, mmm…"
He pressed down on top of me, his hardness moving relentlessly in and out, each thrust drawing wet sounds from where we joined. I flailed beneath him, half-struggling, but his large hands gripped my waist like iron, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
"Say my name, Chloe," he growled against my ear, his voice hoarse and commanding. "Don't call me brother… say my name."
His body wasn't flawless—scattered with old and new scars across his chest and arms. Some I even remembered, like the one from when he fell retrieving my kite from a tree when we were young. These marks, combined with his powerful musculature, radiated a primal, untamed dominance.
The boy who once protected me and the man now claiming my body—these two images frantically overlapped in my dazed mind.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I surrendered to his wildness, wrapping my arms around his neck, raking my nails down his broad back, leaving crimson trails on his taut skin, urging him to take me even more fiercely.
"You're amazing, Chloe. You're fucking incredible," he groaned with satisfaction, still buried deep inside me, hitting places I never knew existed, forcing passionate cries from my throat.
"Brother…" In the midst of overwhelming pleasure, I heard myself unconsciously whisper this forbidden word.
This word, like the most potent aphrodisiac, made him completely lose control. He let out a feral growl, quickening his pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, as if punishing my "disobedience" with pleasure.
After countless savage thrusts, heat pooled in my core, the tension building to an unbearable peak until finally his release filled me completely, hot pulses flooding my depths…
My world, in one violent convulsion, exploded into dazzling, blinding light.
He didn't withdraw immediately. In the midst of our gasping afterglow, he dipped his fingers in our mingled fluids and slowly, deliberately wrote his name across my trembling stomach.
Julian.
I stared at his movements with unfocused eyes, dazed and spent, barely comprehending what he was doing.
This was a primal, possessive branding—shameful yet undeniably arousing.
He had thoroughly, completely made me his own.
