Chapter 186

Julie’s Point of View

I didn’t have enough courage to speak under the weight of his gaze that was piercing through me, but I gathered my shattered self and did my best. "It’s just a joke," I said in a hoarse voice.

He fixed his eyes on mine and asked in a terrifyingly skeptical tone, "Is it a joke... or did this actually happen?"

"I swear to you, it’s a joke," I replied, terror taking hold of me.

I saw him about to get up and move away from me, and I felt an overwhelming desire for him to stay. I hurried to cup his face between my trembling palms, pulled him toward me, and kissed him.

I didn’t know how to kiss or exactly what to do, but I exerted all my effort to make him respond.

He pulled his lips away slightly, breathing heavily, and said in a resonant voice filled with passion, "They don’t kiss like that."

"Teach me," I said with a breathless boldness, my eyes lost in his.

He stopped caressing my chest for a moment and raised his head to look at me with a dark, deep gaze. "Teach you what?" he asked hoarsely, his voice full of skepticism.

I swallowed hard, feeling my heartbeat echoing in my ears. "Teach me how they kiss... teach me everything," I replied with insistence.

A heavy silence reigned, broken only by the sound of our accelerating breath. He moved his face closer until our noses touched, and asked in a tone that carried a final warning: "Are you sure, Julie?"

I looked at him, helpless before my desire which was exposed by the trembling of my body. "Yes... I am," I said in a voice barely audible from the sheer tension.

Then he pounced on my lips and began kissing me with a madness that made my senses reel. He was biting my lower lip with a provocative lightness before descending with his head to begin hungrily kissing my neck.

He placed my hands on his black shirt and said in a resonant, commanding voice, "Undo the buttons."

I adjusted my sitting position slowly, my fingers trembling noticeably as I tried to grip the first button.

I felt the heat of his body emanating through the fabric, and with every button I opened, my heart pounded harder. I finally pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor, revealing his broad, bare chest with the dragon tattoo appearing slightly on his arm, giving him a terrifying majesty.

I swallowed hard in awe; his hardened chest muscles looked as if they were carved from stone. "Can I touch you?" I asked in a tone dominated by curiosity and shyness.

"Do whatever you please," he replied in a deep tone, watching my reactions closely.

I extended my hand hesitantly and ran my fingertips over his chest. His skin was very hot, and I felt the solidity of his muscles beneath my touch. I began to feel his body, moving up and down; the texture of his skin ignited feelings within me I had never experienced before.

He remained silent for seconds, watching my childish exploration of him, then whispered as he leaned his head toward me, "Is this enough... or do you want to learn more?"

I looked into his dark eyes, which were swallowing every ounce of reason I had left. "I want more," I said without hesitation.

He pushed me with a little force until I was lying on the bed, pinning my body with his massive frame. He looked into my eyes with a gaze full of dominance and said hoarsely, "There’s no turning back now."

Suddenly, I felt his hand slip beneath the fabric of the red nightgown, moving slowly and craftily up my bare thigh. It wasn’t an ordinary touch; it was an explicit possession that made my body tremble.

When his hand reached my chest, he skillfully brushed aside the thin fabric and exposed my breast, beginning to tease it with his rough thumb. I felt my nipple harden instantly under his pressure, and I released a muffled moan I couldn’t suppress.

He looked at me and said, "Relax."

He began to suck my nipple greedily, making my body arch involuntarily. His other hand was pressing on my waist to keep me pinned beneath him. Damn it! What is this feeling? Heat was running through my veins like volcanic lava, and every touch of his ignited a hunger I didn’t know existed.

I realized then that what I had read on "Google" was nothing but nonsense; the reality with Robert was stages more exciting and dangerous... Is this really what sex is like? If so, I don’t want this night to end.

He slid his hand downward, feeling the folds of the red silken nightgown until he reached the long side slit. I felt his fingers touch my bare thigh, and then they began crawling upward with a slowness that burned my nerves. When his hand reached between my thighs, I froze for a moment; the area there was drenched in a flood of fluids I didn’t know the source of, but they were telling me how much I desired him.

He thrust his fingers roughly under my thin underwear, and when he touched my pussy and my clitoris directly, my body jolted as if an electric current had hit me. He began massaging that sensitive part with calculated pressures—sometimes rubbing it with his thumb, and other times thrusting his finger just a little and slowly inside me. I felt my pussy throbbing around his fingers, as if I were hungry for something larger, something solid to fill this void that pained me with its ecstasy.

"Robert..." I called his name in a daze, my head falling back while my breath accelerated madly.

Robert leaned over me again, framing my face with his massive hands, his eyes reading my terrified and delighted features all at once. "Calm down..." he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I’ll take you to another world... I’ll teach you everything you’ve been ignorant of."

He began planting soft, calm kisses on my forehead, then my nose, reaching my lips which he kissed with extreme tenderness this time. His hand was still fondling my breast, squeezing the nipple between his forefinger and thumb, while his other hand went down to explore between my thighs again, but this time without his previous roughness.