Chapter 22 Sinful Strangers (2)

• The hotel hallway blurred past Elena and Julian, a frantic tangle of hands and heavy breathing as they stumbled toward the room. The second the keycard beeped and the door swung open, Elena was on him, her knees hitting the carpet before it even slammed shut behind them. Her fingers clawed at his belt, tearing it free with a desperate edge, the metallic clink echoing in the charged silence. Julian’s rock-hard cock sprang out, thick and pulsing, and Elena’s mouth watered at the sight, her lips parting as she wrapped them around his girth.
• “Fuck, Elena,” he groaned, his voice a gravelly rasp as his fingers tangled in her dark hair, gripping tight. She took him deep, her lips stretching to accommodate his size, the salty, raw taste of him flooding her senses. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his shaft. He thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged, spit dripping down her chin in messy, glorious streaks. She loved it—the roughness, the way he filled her, the way he lost control above her.
• “Goddamn, you’re good at that,” he growled, his hips jerking as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with every stroke. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin, urging him on. But Julian wasn’t one to let her have all the fun. With a low snarl, he yanked her up by the hair, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. “Get that dress off,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust, and before she could comply, he grabbed the fabric and ripped it down the middle, the sound of tearing stitches sharp in the air.