Chapter 7
Lena's POV
Julian was still buried to the hilt inside me, his thick c**k twitching with the final heavy pulses of his orgasm, flooding my p***y with another load of hot c*m.
I was panting, body slick with sweat, when Oliver’s voice suddenly cut through the door like ice water on heated skin.
“Leena? You still up in there? I heard some… noises.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Julian’s eyes met mine in the dim light, dark with a dangerous mix of possession and amusement. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he gave one slow, deliberate grind of his hips, stirring his fresh c*m deep inside my sensitive walls.
The filthy, wet squelch echoed softly between us, making my breath hitch.
“Answer him, princess,” Julian whispered hotly against my ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble.
