Chapter 462/Touches of Passion

Chapter 462

Julie’s point of view

I surrendered completely to his touch. Unlacing my wrists from his grip, I drove my fingers deep into his thick, dark hair, gripping his scalp and pulling his mouth back down to mine. Deep down, a fierce certainty took root in my chest: I was ready to face the entire damn world ready to confront the hideous truth of my bloodline as long as I was held right here between his hands, safe under his absolute protection.

I lost myself to the burning trail of his lips as they slid away from my mouth, tracing down the sensitive curve of my throat, sparking a wild, uncontrollable shiver through every inch of my body.

I swept my hands slowly down his broad, bare back, my fingers digging into the tight, defined muscles of his shoulder blades as he pulled the shirt off my shoulders in one smooth, decisive swipe.

He buried his face between my breasts, his heavy tongue swirling around my nipple before taking it into a soft, searing bite that forced a low, raspy moan from the back of my throat straight into his ear.

His powerful palm glided down my ribs, tracing the arch of my waist before sliding down between my thighs, his knuckles brushing firmly against my soaked, burning folds. A dark, hungry growl escaped Robert’s chest as he felt the intense heat pouring out of me onto his skin. His fingers began a steady, rhythmic pressure against my clit, utterly destroying the last remnants of my sanity. I arched my hips up off the mattress, begging for more.

He kept up the slow, agonizing pressure, his heavy chest heaving as my rapid breaths slapped against his collarbone. He leaned down, pressing his forehead directly against mine. His dark, burning eyes searched mine for every drop of passion I had to give.

"I want every single second with you, Julie..." he rasped, his breath hot and dry against my lips. "I’m not rushing a damn thing."

His warm, callous-roughened palm settled firmly between my thighs, his thumb swirling in slow, deliberate circles over my slit. The agonizingly patient rhythm made my entire frame tremble. I lifted my head slightly off the pillow, letting out a low, breathless whimper into the narrow space between our mouths.

"Robert... please."

A low smirk cut across his lips. He dipped his head, planting a trail of heavy, deliberate kisses along my jawline, down the length of my neck, and onto my collarbone. Sliding down further, his warm tongue wrapped around my nipple again, flicking it in a burning, hypnotic cadence that made me clutch at his short hair, helplessly anchoring him to my chest.

Our heavy, ragged breathing filled the quiet master bedroom. His fingers glided over my wetness with extreme, torturous precision, intentionally slowing his pace just to catch the breath in my chest.

I took a sharp, gasping breath, my voice cracking with pure need. "You’re setting me on fire, Robert... don’t pull away."

"I am completely yours today..." he whispered against my lips, his hand gliding over the curves of my hips in deep, possessive exploration, awakening every cell in my body. "...and we aren’t leaving this bed until you extinguish every drop of this fire."

A loud moan tore from my throat as his strong grip locked around my waist, tilting my hips upward. His dark, intense gaze held mine hostage, melting away my final defenses as pure warmth flooded between us in a hypnotic rhythm.

In those burning, unfiltered moments, my mind stopped calculating the terrifying reality outside. I couldn’t think about anything except this exact moment—the moment I had waited for through years of hell. Through all those cold, hollow nights I spent completely alone, I used to close my eyes and picture Robert taking me like this. I had missed his touch, his possessive roughness, and every ruthless detail that warmed my flesh and wiped away the bitterness of the past.

He hovered over me with absolute dominance, his massive hand moving up to clamp firmly around my throat in a possessive grip, holding me in place as his burning gaze trapped mine. Even with the raw, brutal rhythm that shook the entire frame of the bed, I craved every ounce of his aggression. I craved the way he claimed every inch of me.

His sharp eyes locked onto mine, his voice dropping into a raspy growl dripping with authority. "Did you miss me?"

Despite the frantic pace of my pulse and the heat consuming us, a sweet, mischievous smile played on my lips. I looked up at him with pure provocation. "Yes... Mr. X."

His lips curled into a sharp, dangerous smirk. He leaned down, pressing a hard, heavy kiss onto my cheek before whispering right against my mouth. "Little brat..."

I let out an uninhibited moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and digging my nails into his massive shoulders. My voice was raspy, laced with raw desire and years of longing. "Fuck me, Daddy... put your dick inside me and fill me up."

Robert pushed himself up in one decisive motion. Unbuckling his leather belt with ruthless speed, he shoved his pants down, freeing his thick, rock-hard dick. It stood fully erect, throbbing right before my eyes.

The heat flushed intensely across my face, my mouth going instantly dry at the sheer sight of his massive, imposing frame. Watching him claim total control stripped away my very last shred of composure.

I swallowed hard, my voice dripping with unfiltered need. "I love your dick..."

He stared down at me with a sharp, possessive smile, his thumb running down the length of his shaft before resting the broad head right against my wet entrance. He dragged it slowly up and down along my sensitive labia in a agonizingly slow stroke that stole the air right out of my lungs.

"Do you want it inside you?" he growled, his voice trembling with dark pleasure.

I arched my lower back toward him helplessly, my hands gripping his thick biceps in explicit, desperate plea as a loud moan echoed through the room.

"Yes... Daddy!"