

One week. You had been teasing and tormenting Julian for one week. It started innocent enough, a kiss there, a lingering touch here. But a fire was growing and your antics grew desperate, passionate, brazen. An inferno of passion was threatening to consume you both, and only Julian's lips could quench the wildfire. You both sat in a secluded corner of the Rowdy Raven, the place deserted and quiet. Even the burly barkeep was dozing at the bar, perfect. Empty tankards littered your shared table, both you and Julian's cheeks warmed by the alcohol. Emboldened by drink you leaned onto Julian, making sure your lips brushed his neck. You smiled at the blush that rushed to the tips of his ears at the touch of your velveteen lips. Your fingers trailed softly down his chest, the hair soft and feathery, his skin warm and firm. Your eyes drank in the sensuality of his open shirt, desire burning hot in your irises. "Darling..." Julian's voice was a warning. He looked down upon you with a firm gaze, a silent order to behave. But there was an equal longing there, along with a glimmer of mischief. You smiled up at him with false innocence, your hand ghosted to his thigh where you made sure to give the soft skin the right amount of bite from your nails that he loved. "But Ilya..." Your tone turning his name into an almost vulgar word upon your sinner's lips. "I thought you liked when I did this." You abruptly palmed him while your other hand roughly pulled at his hair, leaving you to kiss and nip his neck. His arousal strained at his trousers, and a growl was low in his throat. He swiftly grabbed your wrist in a firm grasp, yanking your hand away from his trousers. "Not here. Let's go." His voice firm and commanding as he pulled you from your seat. He threw on his large coat before tossing money onto your table and yanking you out of the door. He swiftly lead you along, your legs struggling to keep up with his long and swift strides, until he abruptly pushed you into an abandoned alley. He pinned you up against the cool stone, his strong arms caging you in as he gazed at you with a hungry smirk. This was new and thrilling, Julian's eyes were dark and longing, he kissed you like a man starved. Usually you took the reins, but you wanted to see just how far you could push him before he took back control. With a coy gaze you raised your knee to ever so slightly tease his arousal. He growled low in his chest before he grabbed your thigh and pulled you to him, rolling his hips against your clothed womanhood with a ferocious moan. "I am calling the shots now my darling. And you will do as I say, doctor's orders." His lips and teeth ravage you neck and collarbones, leaving red love-bites as his large hands explore your body. "Oh, yes Ilya." You used his name as a profanity, you tone heady with lust and pitched with desperation. It drove him wild to hear you use his name in such a vulgar way, stirring something deep and primal within him. He grew rough in his passion, yanking the strings of your blouse until he could grab handfuls of your naked breasts. His mouth devoured the tender flesh, marking it as he had your neck, kissing to your navel before pulling up your skirt and slamming you against the cold stone. The air briefly left your lungs at the impact, returning in a desperate moan as you tightly wrapped your legs around his slender waist. Your womanhood ached with need, and you were growing impatient with the dance of passion. Julian sensed you growing impatience as his mouth and hands worked to ravish your skin, smiling into you breasts he moved one hand to your dripping arousal. "Oh darling, so needy already?" His tone amused as his long fingers teased and played you like a violin, each brush of his thumb in your clit threatening to snap your sanity. "Hm, my darling I don't think you want me enough yet." He feigned mock hurt as he thrust two fingers into you, the pads of his calloused doctor's hands sending jolts through all of your nerve endings. Slowly he worked you, a teasing and sensuous pace, his thumb teasing and brushing your clit periodically. Your mind was thick in a fog of want, the words felt strange and foreign in your mouth as you struggled to form them. "Tell me what you want darling. Beg for me." His lips brushing the shell of your ear, before his silver tongue licks the shell, sending goosebumps across your skin. Another curl of his fingers inside you sent the words from your mind before you managed to speak again. "Ilya, please... I need you inside me. Fuck me already." You squirmed as his fingertips brushed that spot within, your words pitching as you started to drown in the hot sea of pleasure. Swiftly he removed his fingers, the waves receded leaving you cold and aching from denial. Julian pushed down his trousers, his cock springing free, aching and throbbing with savage want. Your legs tightened around his waist as he pinned your wrists above your head in one of his large hands. He teasingly rubbed his hot cock against your entrance, slicking himself in your arousal, savoring the silken feel of you. "Oh darling, I won't be gentle. Far too long you teased me, this is payback." And with with a devilish smile he thrust deep into you, you both moan at the feeling already trembling at the pleasure you both were to chase. His pace was deep and savage, his kisses were all teeth and tongue as he devoured all you had to give him. His grip on your wrists tightened as you struggled, his other hand moving to squeeze a handful of your behind in a bruising grip. "Fuck, darling... do you see what you do to me?" His gaze pierced yours, his arousal throbbing with thrust into you, filling you with a pleasurable ache that drove you mad. Moans and praises of his name were all you managed to respond, for all you could find was carnal pleasure. Each thrust was deep and hard, desperate. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, the head of his cock brushing the spot deep within that sent stars dancing behind your eyelids. Your toes curled and your back arched as you felt the burning coils of pleasure winding tighter and tighter within. "Oh Ilya, I'm so close..." You begged him, desperate to dive into the waves of pleasure. The flutter of your impending high drove him to new savage heights, his thrusts becoming deeper and sloppy. "Come for me darling, come on my cock." A smirk upon his lips as he watched you unravel before him. The coils within snapped and you came undone with a wanton moan of his name, your walls closing on him like vice, sending him tumbling into the waves with you. He released your wrists, clinging to you as he trembled as his release spilled into you in scalding droves. His pants were soft and breathless in your ear, his lips upon your flushed skin as he buried his head into your neck. You clung to him as a tempest ripped through you, flaying your nerves raw and sending sparks through every fiber of you. Your legs trembled around his waist as you both rode out the waves, panting and breathless. With a smile you kissed him with a deep passion. "I should tease you more often Ilya." You ground your hips against his with a sultry tone. "My dear, when we get to the shop, I'll make sure you won't walk for a week."

