Julian didn’t pull away. He stayed heavy over me, his broad frame crushing the air out of my lungs while his breathing rattled against my collarbone. His fingers were still dug into my outer thighs, keeping me pinned flat against the leather cushions.
When I tried to shift my hips, his weight drove back down a sharp reminder that the rage hadn't left his body, it had just gone quiet.
"Julian," I rasped, my throat raw. "Get off."
His jaw worked against my neck. His stubble dragged rough across my skin before he lifted his head, his face still flushed dark from the rush of blood. He didn't look reasonable. He raised his thumb, dragging it across my bottom lip to wipe away the thin smear of his own blood where I’d bitten him, his hand trembling just enough for me to feel it.
"He stood rig
