Julian doesn't let me go. He matches my release with his own, a deep, prolonged roar that echoes off the high ceilings of the gallery. He thrusts deep one last time, pinning me to the wall as he pours his heat into me. I can feel him pulsing inside me, a heavy, thick throb that feels like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out.
We stay like that for a long time, the only sound the dripping of wax from a nearby candle and our ragged, synchronised breathing. He keeps his forehead pressed against the back of my neck, his arms wrapped around me as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
The sun is still hours away, but I can already feel the weight of the night pressing in. I am exhausted, my muscles trembling, but when Julian pulls back and turns me around, his eyes are still full of
