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𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

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Julius leads her to her room, one suitcase rolling behind her and two rolling behind him.

Down at the end of the hall was where they stopped. The polished white door opened without a single creak, the suitcases were trailing loudly along the floorboards and the darkened room lightened up with the single tap of his finger.

When her eyes adjusted to the light, it was as if she was seeing the world for the first time. Her eyes flashed brightly throughout the spacious room, which was arranged exclusively for her, with white curtains drawn behind sealed glass windows and marble tiles at her feet.

There was a large walk-in closet on her other side of the room, as well as a bathroom on the opposite side.

"Had the room done for you," He shrugged as if the flawlessly made room hadn't been perfected for the preceding few days.

Her eyes were drawn to him, and a genuine smile appeared on her lips; every detail of the room had surprised her and made her smile with happiness. Her favourite part of the room was the intricate ceiling above her.

"I love it, Juls." She took a step forward into the room, her gaze falling on the high, plush king-sized bed in the centre.

Her bed was covered in a white duvet with yellow and white daisies, and there were various pillows and throw blankets on the chair next to her bed.

"Trace picked it all out for you, I did some," He massaged the side of his jaw before taking the luggage from her grip and placing it next to the others on the floor.

With a smile, she touched the bed delicately with her hand, smoothing over the fabric before her entire body flopped down onto it.

She giggles, the sound filling the room's silence.

"Get over here, Juls," She says, spreading her body like a starfish, even though it only fills half the bed.

She felt the bed slowly sink alongside her. She lay limp, staring up at the ceiling, as his broad, dark form filled the other side.

Impossibly, her feelings for him became deeper, to the point that she knew a word beginning with L would tumble out of her mouth any day now.

Tonight showed her that much.

"You're perfect, Juls. Thank you for this."

When he didn't respond, she saw that his eyes were closed. Though she knew he wasn't asleep, it just seemed like he was.

Each breath had his chest covered in black, rising and lowering every few seconds. And as if feeling her gaze burning into him like she was, he reopened his eyes and found hers.

He raised a hand, making a motion to have her lean closer to him.

She rolled onto her stomach, matching his height on the bed, their faces now only inches away from connecting.

"I'll be honest with you, Hazel," He brought one hand to the flesh of her cheek, caressing and cupping the light skin with his fingertips that absorbed ink and chilly thick rings.

"Sure," She nodded, waiting for him to continue. She loved it when he talked to her like this, his honesty, his opinion, it all mattered to her just as much as chocolate did.

"You're becoming my everything. Thoughts, words, the beats in my heart even."

Her own heart clenched. He continued in the emotionless tone, his hand never stopping its motions.

"I'm going to take you out. On a date. And then, if you want, I'll ask you to be mine."

Sudden heartbeats quickened, her palms moistened, her eyes watered.

"Really?"

He nodded silently. All of the things swarming around her heart lurched into one big bubble, that bubble escalated through her chest and up her throat until it released through her lips.

"You're my hero, Julius. Even if you haven't realised it, you've saved me." She leaned into his touch, bringing her face forward, hovering over his.

Those silver pools struck straight into her own, swimming with a quip of intensity.

"I'd love to go on a date with you," She leans in closer, her plump lips lightly touching his. "You're the only one I want to be with, Juls."

This time, it wasn't her who moulded their two sets of lips together. No, it was him.

Within a flicker of the light, her body was underneath him. His form hung over her, caressing her soft lips, moulding them fast and deep with his.

She made a sound when she felt his hands around her hips, and those same hips bucked up to realign her body, but she had unwittingly touched a hardened object.

Then a sound left him. It was a low, deep groan. A sound that caused the moisture between her thighs to thicken, making her uneasy all over again.

Her lower lip was stroked by his tongue, and she eagerly let him in. Their tongues strained against each other, and their breaths got strong and clashed with the rest of them.

The hands were around her waist, brushing her exposed skin beneath her shirt, and she yearned for them to be higher.

Though his mouth was strong and urgent, his touch was sweet and sensitive. She tried to match his speed and intensity, but she lacked his talent.

They broke away, allowing air to be returned to their burning, lustful lungs.

"How are you feeling?" He asked against her lips, trailing his hands higher up her body.

"Great," She reopened her eyes, breathing hard and looking straight into the dark grey.

Adjusting her body again, Hazel felt her bottom half meet with that same length and she almost moaned out a cry when her throbbing connected with his.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, her head falling back as she gathered all the strength in her not to pull him back for more.

Instead, Julius had pulled his hand under her chin, tilting her head down to face him. When their eyes connected again, she felt her universe shake.

"It hurts," Hazel admitted, sucking her full bottom lip into her mouth as her hooded eyes searched his own.

A dangerous exhale left his sweet lips, those dark brown strands dropping below his brow as he captured her lips in his, tugging that bottom lip away from her teeth.

One of his hands slid down the side of her leg, the contact causing goosebumps to appear on her skin.

She shuddered and whimpered when his palm brushed the inner of her thigh; that hand having barely brushed over her sensitive area.

"There, right?" He said against her lips, removing his hand and only hovering over.

She hummed, looking into his eyes as her lips took his, pecking them softly.

He lowered his gaze, darkening them. "I'll only touch you if you tell me too."

Hazel sucked in a deep breath, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she brought him closer to her.

"Touch me, Julius. Just," She took a deep breath in, overwhelmed, and he placed a gentle kiss against the side of her mouth.

"I'll go slow. You promise me if you're not comfortable you'll tell me to stop?" He looked at her seriously, his tone deafening with firmness.

"I promise," She says.

Another soft kiss escapes to her neck, the gentle caress moving down further and further on her neck.

Her hands were now running up and down the back of his neck, her eyes fluttering closed every once and a while.

She breathed deeply as he moved his hands down to the top of her shorts, slowly removing them from her skin.

As his hands came back up, they slowly moved her shirt up to, exposing her stomach to his eyes.

An anxious roll of saliva gulped down her throat, her insecure gaze meeting his heavy ones.

"You're more than a dream, Hazel." He moved his lips back in front of her own, his fingers curling around the top of her panties.

"Stunning," He whispers, calming her resting body and moving her insecurities to the side just for the moment.

His soft lips pull down to hers once more. Their lips move slow and steady, the pace ridiculously torturous, but that thought faded as she felt his hand slip underneath her garment and his two fingers slid between the pulsating moisture.

A gasp fell from her lips, landing straight between his parted ones.

"How do they feel against you?" He says as he slowly slides them up and down the base of her. His fingers coated in the dripping moisture that becomes even wetter.

"Good," She whispers, her eyelids were hooding under his intense silver gaze, the sensations riling up her arms like electrical shocks.

"Just good?" He deepens his fingers, not entering her but deepening them enough to have her walls half-close around the slender flesh. A whimper left her swollen lips, exposing a buck of her hips.

"More than good, Juls," Her whispers fell into the air, her new bed was being blessed by the sanitary of her sex and his hand.

"Mhm," He deeply hummed and moved a thumb to the bud that thumped.

With a single roll against the pink flesh, her wide hips rolled up and against his hand, moaning out to him for more.

But he promised he'd take it slow, and that's what she wanted, even if she begged for more.

Her chest heaved upwards, which rolled her shirt up further, exposing more of the skin beneath her shirt.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" He looked down at her shirt, seeing the twist in the fabric—the more his hand moved, the more her hips rolled.

"Yes," She looked at him innocently, her body on fire from the rubbing fingers against her swelling pulse.

"Remove it." He said. Demanded.

Slowly, her hands itched around to the hem of her shirt, grasping it over her head and dropping it to her side.

Now left in only her black bra, her chest heaved up even heavier.

"Slow breaths, Hazel," He moved his thumb around her bud again, her pretty plump lips parted and another sound like a whimper fell, and her head dug into the pillow.

"Gosh, Julius," She moved her bottom half against his hand, feeling his fingers fall further inside she tilted her head back with a small, accomplished smile.

Julius hardened just by looking at the sight of her hair spread around the pillow and the lustful roll of her eyes. It ignited a spark within him he never knew he had.

"Lift your hips for me, darling." His quiet, deeper tone resulted in butterflies flying throughout her stomach.

Doing as said, removing the black cotton fabric from her thighs and dragging it down her calf till it dropped off her feet and onto the ground.

Cool air whipped against her soaking heat, it sent goosebumps up her legs and arms igniting a small shiver to leave her heated body.

His form hovered over her again, his palms spreading both her legs and he rested them on either side of his bent knees.

As he came on top of her and between her, her exposure rubbed against him, the visible bulge between his jeans rubbed against her and it felt as if she were to pass out from the ache.

She gasped out a breath, mingling his and her lips. "This feels so good, Julius." Her desire was laced in her soft, sweet tone. The girl so innocently becomes tamed by the devil.

"I'm going to go deeper," He says, warning her before making any actions. She nods. Her nod was one of approval, one of want and need.

And he simply granted it for her.

Sinking his finger back against her moist, pink flesh, those two fingers slowly sunk their way into it.

She moaned softly at the slow pace, feeling every inch he fell into, the two tatted fingers now deep inside her core.

The pain was barely there, the simple lust was taking over everything in her body and mind. Having his fingers moving was the only thing she could think of.

Bucking her hips, she felt them move an inch and then his mouth found her neck.

"You feel sweet, Hazel."

She let out a small giggle before it slowly morphed into a moan when he moved his fingers out, and then in again.

His thumb rubbed twice on the roll of flesh and it was like suddenly, all the fire in her body turned to the deeper part of her stomach, rolling into one ball and lingering until it fires up more.

Those lips moved to her ear, his cool breath fanning her neck as those two fingers began moving a touch faster in and out of her.

"I wonder if you taste sweet too, hm?"

And another moan fell through her lips, her back arched and she opened her bottom half wider for him to continue.

Amongst this, Julius held himself back from groaning in pleasure. Her pleasure was secretly making him go crazy.

His lips found hers, they muffled her moans as his hand worked faster against her, increasing the orgasm that spread like wildfire.

Her breathing was becoming skyrocket, those lips took him in like they were her lungs inhaling their air.

When he pulled away, he viewed her closed eyes, her long lashes spreading along underneath her eyes and the sound of her lustful breathing making him evoke too.

"How close are you?" He drew his thumb harder against her clit, igniting a much louder sweet moan that sounded so pretty that it was sure to be the death of him.

"Soon," Was all she could say. The intensity was becoming closer, the fire bubbled and spread all through her thighs as they shook and quivered.

His free hand crept up her stomach, his fingertips leaving a trail of icy droplets on her skin. His fingers ran over her erect nipple and up her neck, passing over the curve of her concealed breasts.

All these feelings were overwhelming enough that she was moaning and moaning and moaning.

As his fingers pulled away, her eyes shot to his, the emptiness wiped away her flame, and it lingered, waiting for more.

"Julius," She whispered, waiting as he licked his lips and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Can I show you something else?" He lowered his dark gaze, waiting for confirmation.

She frowned but replied. "Yes."

His warm lips kissed down her body until they reached just beneath her abdomen.

When his cool breath touched the heat of her core, his hands slowly travelled down her body, lingering on her curves, her heated breaths becoming tangled.

Hazel gave out a surprised yelp as both hands seized the contours of her waist, abruptly tugging her closer to him.

A small giggle escaped after, leading him to smirk up at her.

"Can I?" He lowered his gaze to the sensitive flesh in front of him, her eyes widened at his words realising what he was going to do.

With a gulp, she nodded. Excitement and nervousness rolled in and out of her mouth.

Looking up at her through his long, thick lashes, he applied a single open-mouthed kiss to the middle of her spread heat. Upon his lips touching her, a gasp left her mouth and her back rolled up.

His hands kept her back down, they tightened their grip to ensure she wouldn't move again.

With her face flushed pink, he continued his torturous moves.

Another open-mouthed kiss was placed directly to the bubble of flesh, her clit pulsed beneath his tongue and she let out a cry of torment.

"Please, Julius," His full name has never sounded so good in her voice.

"How does this feel?" He hummed against her open slit, his hands moving down to her thighs and he gripped them for dear life.

"Amazing," She said, looking down at him with a glint he'd never seen before.

Kissing her again, his tongue looped deep inside her, rolling with the curve of his lips as her sweet, wet taste made those plump lips of his glisten.

"Hm, I was right." He smirked devilishly up at her, those silver eyes glimmering with so much mischief.

"You taste so sweet."

Dipping his tongue back in, she rolled her eyes back as she tugged on the roots of his hair. Innocent moans fell behind the angel's lips, the devil's hands gripping the untouched flesh of her thighs.

Each stroke of his tongue, each vibration of his satisfied hum, the arch of her thighs burrowing her dampness more into his face reignited the flame.

Her hands gripped his hair tightly, burying his face inside her further.

As the world began to spin around her, her thigh trembled, and his thumb massaged and stroked, intensifying the lovely licks and caresses.

And soon, her flame gave out.

Moaning his name in the air of Julius, her thighs shook uncontrollably and his warm tongue licked every ounce of sin away from her innocence.

She came into his mouth, her first orgasm riding out with his plump, red lips that captivated her from hell.

As her hips dropped, her body slumped, and her eyes reopened to the patterned ceiling, she smiled.

Everything she just felt was beyond incredible.

Julius weighed himself back up her body, his cold eyes meeting her content ones once again.

"I loved that." She grinned with flushed pink cheeks, crazed red hair and a body that was still accepting her ecstasy.

A slow smirk spread across his red, glossy lips that resembled and reminded her of what he'd been doing.

His head dipped to her neck, casting an open kiss against a spot there. "I'm glad," His whisper fell between her neck and shoulder.

Smiling, she ran a hand through his tangled mess of hair that she had created herself.

"Do you mind putting my shorts back on? I don't think I can do it myself," She mumbled, embarrassed.

He chuckled into her neck, the sound so light and lifting it digested in her system better than any food.

"Of course," He kissed her cheek, skilfully grabbing her panties and sliding them back up to her torso.

Next, we're her shorts, the trail of his hands leaving goosebumps behind in its wake.

She sat up and pulled her shirt back over her head, her wild hair in all sorts of knots but she didn't care, she was just too happy.

"Hungry?" He asked her, standing from the bed and pulling both his hands out to her.

She looked at them, blushing from the thoughts of mere seconds ago, and then took them into her own.

Julius must've caught on because he instantly pulled her body against him. Chest to chest, his lips travelled to her ear.

"Or are you still processing your last meal?" His words left pink tinges on her cheeks, a breathy chuckle came from him once again and he pulled her away.

"You okay?" He asked her, emotion not visible but his eyes were alive as ever.

"Mhm, yup," She took a step to the side with wobbly legs and looked at his side profile.

"What's for dinner?"

He tilted his head to her, lifting her chin with two of his fingers.

"How about that date?"