Julian growls, his teeth grazing the side of my neck. He bites me, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that will last. He is marking his territory. He is claiming the energy he needs to survive the night. He moves his hands down, grabbing my ass and lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He is hammering into me now, his breath coming in jagged, desperate gasps.
The sound in the room is just the wet slap of our bodies and the echoes of my moans. I feel the first peak rising, a pressure that makes my toes curl. My vision is blurring, the dark gallery spinning around me.
"Don't you dare close your eyes," Julian commands, his voice breaking with the effort. "Look at me. Know who is taking you."
I force my eyes open. I see him. I see the Duke, the monster from the painting, hi
