12 Upholding Dignity

[ Chapter 12 ]

[ Here is Julian's illustration ]

"At least I'm gentleman enough to behave myself."

Julian whispered upon her ear sensuously. His voice was velvety and smooth, like the caress of his touch—warm and arousing. There's an edgy husk in his tone that churned her stomach.

He's so close as his mild and manly scent overwhelmed her senses, it's making her dizzy yet she couldn't help but breathe it for it's arresting and intoxicating.

Coupled with the fresh and wonderful fragrance of her favourite jasmine soap wafting off his sexy body, he's simply undeniable.

She wasn't aware of it before but at this close, she could see quite a lot of love bites around the lustrous skin of his masculine neck and chiseled chest. Her eyes dilated as she gasped, were those—because of her?

Cassandra then remembered how unrestrained she was last night, how loud her moans were when his large muscular arms flexing with each wantonly thrust inside of her that conjured both pain and pleasure.

Her memories then flooded to the mixed of pain and pleasure she felt when he's unforgivingly ramming himself inside her that she couldn't help but bite him hard for it was both painful and delightful.

Cassandra chewed her lip and couldn't help but give her thighs a squeeze, uncomfortable as she felt the lingering soreness inside her.

She couldn't deny that she wanted to stop resisting and just throw herself into his embrace, letting herself once again engulfed by his passionate flame that she couldn't stop from craving.

Had it not been because she had dignity to preserve, she would would have already surrendered herself to his advance a long time ago.

"You would have already been beneath me if I'm not." Julian continued in sensuous whisper, his warm breath crawling over her skin, sending ticklish up her spine.

"Julian—!"

Cassandra sternly raised her voice as she got enough of his advance. She tried to shove him away by pushing his chest, but it's to no avail as she couldn't even make him budge.

She's instead shivered the moment she touched his steel hard skin, feeling the taut muscles of his strong chiseled chest.

"Yes darling?" Julian breathed thickly.

Inhaling her sweet and intoxicating natural scent, he couldn't get enough of her. He could smell the sweet of her warm breath, the scent under her neck, the fragrance between her breasts—and the slightest pungent bouquet between her legs.

Her under him was just like a wild trapped cat he so desired to tame and possess.

Cassandra tried to ignore the luscious sight of the impressive tent forming in below his abdomen as she looked away.

"I've made it clear it's only one time thing." She seethed, "We're nothing but one night fling."

"I'm not a woman you could play with just because you want to." She exclaimed, "It would be best for both of us to part our ways from here on."

Julian pulled himself back and his perfectly-structured lips lined into a wicked smirk, pretty much delighted looking at her pretty face contorted uncomfortably, arousal was all painted on her ethereal countenance.

He felt much the same and looked at her intently, fascinated by her mature femininity and her natural sexual charm.

"Are you sure?" He asked in that slightly hoarse voice she found it hard to deny.

"Baby I know you want me." He drawled out, casting her a wicked smile, "And you know I want you."

Julian flexed his strong arms to have his robe stretched, exposing more of his bare chest that's insanely erotic to her tempted eyes.

"So, why can't we make it more than one time fling?" His husky, seductive voice was like a devil chant in her ears, wicked and promising sinful things she would pleasurably trade her soul with had it not without a price she couldn't afford.

His dark nipples were peaking in the cold air and her mouth went dry instantly, she's breathless and giddy as her eyes couldn't help but feast on his succulent chest that's sculpted to perfection.

Cassandra was smitten in a matter of seconds.

Julian reached his hand to grab her hand, every of his sexy muscles flexed with every movement of his body. Circling his fingers around her wrist, he led her hand to touch his bulging muscles. His hand firmly held on hers as he roamed it around his mouthwatering chest.

Sparks electrocuting every cell on her body as she felt his taut muscles, relishing the reassuring firmness of his chiseled muscles.

A faint moan escaped her lips as he ran her hand along the sharp contours of his chest and down over the pecs of his abs. Every line of his eight-packs was hard and sharp, strong and reassuring sinful things women were craving in their wet and wildest dream.

Julian flashed her a seductive smile as he let her fingers sensuously tracing the sharp lines of his rippling abs down to where his lower abdomen met his obliques.

"For instance." His lips curved into a wicked smirk, a groan reverberating from inside his chest. "Just say you want me and you would have me in between your legs in a matter of seconds. Me going down on you and worshipping you with every of my breath."

Julian slightly bent his head and breathed upon her lips, his breath was warm and ticklish, fanning over her skin. "So, how's it?"

Cassandra retracted her hand off him and cleared her throat. Her breath was being taken short and raggedly. She felt hot. She's seething under his searing gaze.

She couldn't take it, she tore her eyes off him and swiveled her head to the side. Afraid of completely losing her self-possession, she firmed herself and trailed off, "That's not gonna happen."

There was a pause. "Look at me," he gently demanded.

Cassandra said nothing, keeping her eyes on the wall.

Julian reached out his hand and turned her face to him by holding her chin. Mirth dancing in his eyes, "You're not being honest to yourself."

Her heart was pounding.

Cassandra sighed, "Yes you're right."

"But if you think you could have me just because you aroused me." She hissed through her gritted teeth, "You're wrong."

"I'm not that kind of easy girl you used to play with," she sneered.

"Is that so," Julian mused quietly. His hand holding her face gently ran through her awfully blond hair.

Julian gazed at her mouth, nearing it. Breath escaped their slightly parted lips, mingling softly. "Then tell me, how hard you want to play," he said low, held with passion.

His hand moved back to her face, he ran his thumb across her lips, tracing it, gently and sensuously.

Cassandra didn't think she could take much more. She could barely breathe. She closed her eyes tightly. He could see it. See her body tensed. See her struggling to breathe.

"Look at me," Julian drawled out once again.

She opened her eyes, and looked straight at his glossy pearly dark eyes, his eyes mirroring her arousal.

His brought lips near hers, colliding their gaze intently, waiting for her.

Cassandra was breathing hard. She then gritted her teeth, knowing she shouldn't be doing this. And yet, she barely had time to brace herself before it all spiralled out of control.

Cassandra took his neck in her hands and pulled him down, sealing his succulent lips with hers, closing her eyes, kissing him frantically.