Chapter 8:

Eternal Claim

Evie’s POV

Dawn light filtered through the tall studio windows, painting soft gold across our tangled bodies. I lay sprawled on Julian’s chest, his cock still nestled deep inside me even though we’d both come down from the last shattering high. My pussy fluttered weakly around his thickness, too sensitive to move but unwilling to let him go. Cum leaked steadily between us, warm and sticky, marking the velvet chaise we’d ruined together.

Julian’s large hand stroked slowly down my spine, possessive and tender. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice rough from hours of growling my name. He kissed the top of my head, then tilted my...