Please Come Back, My Love Chapter 35

Elena：POV

Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down.

I was completely naked now. Completely exposed. And the way he was looking at me—like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen—made my chest ache with dangerous hope.

*Maybe he does want me. Maybe this isn't just about the contract anymore.*

Before I could respond, he settled between my thighs, spreading them wider with his hands. I felt his breath against me—hot and deliberate—and my hips jerked involuntarily.

"Stay still," he ordered softly. "Let me take care of you."

Then his mouth was on me, and I stopped thinking altogether.

“Heat—too much, too good—ah—"

That sensation was overwhelming. His tongue moved slowly and rhythmically, carefully exploring every fold and crevice—sometimes speeding up, licking the sensitive edges like flames, sometimes slowing down, gently tracing circles, with hot breath seeping from his lips, making my body tremble uncontrollably.

His lips softly enveloped my clit, sucking gently, that soft pull carrying a hint of domineering force, as if he wanted to devour me whole; in that moment, my breathing became erratic, and I was on the verge of breaking.

My hands suddenly gripped his hair, clutching tightly. Maybe I wanted to push him away, or maybe pull him closer. I couldn't tell.

"Julian—" His name turned into a moan. "I can't—"

He didn't stop, continuing to service me with his mouth, his tongue doing those things that should be forbidden. Then he added his fingers—one, two—curling inward, slowly thrusting, feeling my increasingly wet response, stretching my body open.

The pressure built impossibly fast. My thighs started shaking. I could feel myself getting close—so close—

"Come for me," Julian growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. "Let go, Elena."

And I did.

I shattered completely, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me in waves. It was intense and overwhelming and so fucking good I thought I might die from it.

Julian worked me through every aftershock, his tongue gentling as I came down. When I finally went limp, boneless and spent, he pressed one last soft kiss against me before crawling back up my body.

"Better?" he asked, and there was something in his voice—satisfaction mixed with tenderness—that made my heart stutter.

I couldn't speak. Could only stare at him through tear-blurred eyes while my body still trembled.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and heated as they roamed over my face.

"Your turn to help me," he said quietly.

I blinked, confused, until I felt the hard length of him pressing against my thigh through his pants.

*Oh.*

My eyes dropped, and I saw how aroused he was—his erection straining against the fabric, impossible to miss.

"I..." My voice came out shaky. "What do you want me to do?"

A slow smile curved his lips. "Anything you want, baby. I'm all yours."

That word sent another pang through my chest. Because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt.

I reached between us with trembling hands, finding his belt. My fingers fumbled with the buckle—I was still shaking from my orgasm—but Julian didn't rush me. Just watched with those dark eyes while I worked.

Finally, I got his pants open. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.

*God, he's so big.*

The thought made me nervous even after three years. Made me wonder how this was ever going to work.

But then I remembered his request earlier—*help me*—and something shifted in my chest.

*He needs me. For once, he actually needs me for something.*

I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the hot, silky skin. Julian's whole body went rigid, a low groan escaping his throat.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Yes. Just like that."

I started moving my hand slowly, watching his face. His eyes were closed now, jaw clenched, and I could see the strain in every line of his body.

*He's holding back. For me.*

The realization made something warm bloom in my chest.

"Elena—" His voice was strained. "I need—I need your mouth."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Please." His hips thrust slightly into my hand, seeking more friction. "I need to feel your mouth on me."

I'd done this before—a handful of times over three years—but always because he'd asked. Ordered, really. Never because I'd wanted to.

But now, seeing him like this—desperate and needy and actually asking instead of demanding—I found myself wanting to give him this.

*For the baby,* I told myself. *I'm doing this so he'll care about us both.*

But I knew it was a lie. I was doing this because I wanted him to look at me the way he was looking right now—like I was the only thing that mattered.

I shifted lower on the bed, positioning myself between his thighs. His cock was right in front of my face now—thick and intimidating and already dripping.

"You don't have to—" Julian started, but I cut him off by leaning forward and licking the tip.

He groaned—a raw, desperate sound that made heat pool between my thighs all over again.

Encouraged, I took him deeper, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently. His hands flew to my hair, gripping tight but not forcing.

"Fuck, Elena. Your mouth—*fuck*—"

I worked him slowly, taking him as deep as I could before pulling back. His hips started moving, thrusting shallowly, and I could feel him losing control.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "If you don't want—"

But I didn't pull away. Just sucked harder, wanting to give him this. Wanting to make him feel as good as he'd made me feel.

He came with a shout, his whole body going rigid as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed automatically, the taste bitter and familiar, and didn't stop until he'd finished completely.

When I finally pulled back, he was staring at me with this stunned expression—like I'd just done something completely unexpected.

"Come here," he said roughly, pulling me up against his chest.

I went willingly, curling into him as his arms wrapped around me. For a long moment, we just lay there in silence, our hearts gradually slowing to normal.

Then Julian pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 'We're going to be just fine—and that's not up for debate,' he growled dominantly.

His words made my heart race, torn between comfort and the weight of his control.