Chapter 207
Julie’s POV
I felt his heavy body move away from slowly, and for a split second, a sudden chill washed over as if I’d lost the protection he provided. But soon, his massive arm the sa one that was crushing with a delicious roughness monts ago reached out to pull toward him by the waist with a gentle force.
My back pressed against his broad chest, and I felt his powerful heartbeat thumping against , fast at first before it began to settle.
He wrapped his arms around , burying his face in my hair, trailing soft, quiet kisses along my shoulder. I was breathing heavily, my chest still heaving, while I could feel his wetness slowly trickling down my thigh a constant second-by-second reminder of what had happened. I stayed silent for several minutes, savoring this rare peace in his arms.
I lifted my head slightly, looking at his calm, handso features that seed more relaxed than ever. "Robert..." I whispered in a soft, exhausted voice. "Are we going to shower now?"
I thought his energy would be spent after everything he’d done, but suddenly I felt his hand slide down to squeeze my waist, and his dick, which was brushing against my thigh, began to harden and throb again with a speed that stunned .
That dangerous smirk played on his lips, and he leaned into my ear to whisper in a raspy voice dripping with renewed desire: "Shower? This soon?"
My eyes widened in shock as I felt his girth increasing behind . He continued, trailing burning kisses along my neck: "Don’t you want a second round, sweetheart ? Or did you think my ’dinner’ ended there?"
I felt electricity surge through again, my pussy pulsing in response to his words. Damn it! How could my body crave him again when it was still shaking from the first round? I couldn’t answer; I just leaned my head back and surrendered to his embrace, realizing my night with Robert had only just begun.
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Robert’s POV
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling a warm, welco weight on my chest. Julie was fast asleep, her head resting on my shoulder and her silky hair scattered over my bare skin.
I looked at her with a calmness I rarely felt. She looked like an angel, her face at peace, the marks of my kisses still coloring her neck and shoulders pink. I rembered the second and third rounds, how she responded to despite her exhaustion, and how we drowned together in that pleasure that shattered all my walls.
My dick felt a strange sense of relief, as if it had finally found its true ho inside the warmth of her body.
I ran my hand with extre tenderness along the length of her bare back, careful not to wake her. A terrifying sense of possession swept over ; this girl had beco part of my blood. I pulled the duvet up to cover her exhausted body more, thinking about the Don, Carlos, and all the headaches waiting for outside... but here, in this bed, I was just a man who found his soul in the arms of a woman.
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Julie’s POV
I woke up to a feeling of warmth and safety I’d never known. Opening my eyes slowly, I found myself encircled by two massive arms like an impregnable fence. I looked up to find Robert watching with a calm, deep gaze one devoid of the cruelty the world saw in him.
"Good morning," he whispered in that raspy voice that sent shivers through .
Heat flushed my face as I rembered the details of the night how I’d completely surrendered to him, and how he’d cum inside again and again until I could still feel his cum wetting my thighs under the duvet.
I tried to move, and felt a slight, delicious ache in my lower abdon and in my pussy, a living reminder of his girth that had stretched last night.
"Good morning," I replied in a raspy voice, burying my face in his broad chest, inhaling the scent that had beco my new addiction.
I realized at that mont that my life had changed forever. I was no longer that scared girl planning to run away. I had beco Robert’s woman, the one he’d set ablaze with his desire.
With every beat of his heart under my ear, I knew that escaping him had beco impossible... because simply, I no longer wanted to escape anywhere but to him.
Robert looked at with eyes still carrying the remnants of desire. "Shall we shower together?"
I said with a smile, trying to hide my racing heart, "You go in, I’ll follow."
He gave a fleeting kiss, stood up with his massive fra, and headed toward the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed, I started smiling like a madwoman, stretching my arms across the plush bed, the euphoria of victory and pleasure still coursing through my veins. I turned to the other side, and suddenly a cold shiver took over when I spotted the phone the Professor had given on the nightstand.
Oh my god! I rembered the disaster; I’d sent him a porn video! A chill swept through my limbs; I had to justify this or he’d write a bad report and cancel my exam.
I scrambled up, the duvet sliding off my shoulders, grabbed the phone, and my trembling fingers started typing imdiately: "Hello Professor, I don’t know what to say. I want to apologize for the mistake. I’m not used to phones and sent that by mistake... I’m sorry."
A minute later, the phone vibrated; he was video calling! Damn it, is he crazy? Does he want Robert to kill ? I cut the call, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest, and typed another ssage fast: "Professor, I can’t talk right now."
He replied calmly: "Julie, it’s okay."
I typed while biting my lip in anxiety: "Do you believe ?"
He replied: "Yes, I believe you."
I breathed a sigh of relief and typed: "Thank you, Professor Weston."
He corrected : "I told you, call Edward."
I hesitated for a second, then typed: "Edward."
Suddenly, another ssage ca... I froze, my eyes widening. It was a photo of during my final exam! Another ssage followed: "I wanted to leave this for you as a mory of your final exam."
Oh... for a mont I thought his intention was sothing else. I typed gratefully: "Thank you so much."
He sent imdiately: "No need... would you like to et up soti?"
I typed in shock: "et up?"
Before he could reply or I could finish the sentence, I slowly looked up, my body going completely rigid. I saw Robert standing at the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest muscles still glistening with water.
He was looking at with a gaze that pierced right through .
"What the hell are you doing, Julie?" he asked in his terrifyingly raspy voice.
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