As I wrap my legs around him, I wince at the pain of one of the many cuts all over my body. “Francesca, I...” He swallows, looking deep into my eyes. “I have to tell you something. What happened has proven to me I’ve been a fool along. I’ve treated you like shit and you did nothing to deserve it.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to say more, but it looks as if Julian ran out of words.

“What are you trying to say?” I finally mutter.

“I want to be with you.” His eyes bore into mine. “I want us to get past everything that’s happened, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you I want to make you happy. And, hopefully, succeeding.”

My lips stretch into a tentative smile. “Are you sure about that? You’re not going to change your mind like you did last time?”

“No,” he shakes his head vehemently. “I swear, Francesca. After what happened, I’m more sure of my feelings than ever. The question is... do you feel the same way?”

“Of course,” I nod, blinking away tears. “You know I’ve always felt that way for you. Nothing could ever change my mind... but I thought you hated me.”

“I did,” he grunts. “But it was wrong of me, and I can see that now. I’m so sorry about everything.

What Adrianna did to you, what I did to you...”

“It’s okay,” I whisper, kissing his lips so softly I can almost imagine it didn’t happen. He groans as if my physical presence is troubling him.

“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he mutters. “I... I fucked up.... I slept with Marianna Ricci when I first got to the University.”

I don’t like this part, and it makes me tear up. I don’t want to admit how jealous this makes me. I hate the thought of Julian, my Julian, with anybody else.

“I’m so sorry, Francesca,” he mutters. “I never want to hurt you. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you. I’m such a fuckup.”

I’m shocked to see his hands trembling as he pulls me in closer. On an instinct, my lips find his and I pull him into a deep kiss, sating my need for having him closer and tasting him. He doesn’t pull away from the kiss. His mouth is hot and demanding against mine, stealing more and more of my innocence just when I thought he already took it all.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters against my lips. “Goddamn, I missed this... missed you. I fucking need you, Francesca.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I allow my body to melt against his. I want to say so many things in return, but I’m too busy desperately kissing him deeper and harder. I can’t get enough. I’m becoming more and more obsessed with him by the second.

Those flames from the past have not been put out. I feel the same spark, the same passion I felt with Julian before, and I know it’s too late to run away from it now. I’m caught up in his fire once again, and this time, something tells me Julian won’t be letting go.

His fingers slide beneath the shirt I’m wearing. Since I was naked earlier, I know it’s one of his own, and it smells like him, too. But I’ve got nothing on underneath, and now, as I feel Julian’s fingers slowly climbing over my skin, I can barely catch my breath. I’m eager for more of his gentle touch. The passion burning brightly between us has made me completely forget about the many stinging cuts all over my body.

I gasp against his lips as he expertly moves his fingers higher. My legs are wrapped around him and I can feel his hard cock stretching the fabric of his pants beneath me. My pussy drips on top of him, reminding him just how desperate I am for his attention.

“You want more?” Julian whispers, making me cry out as his fingertips come to rest an inch away from my dripping wetness. “You need my fingers inside you, Francesca?”

“Y-Yes.” My confessions shocks me and I flush as he gently outlines my pussy lips, eliciting more gasps. “Fuck, Julian, please...”

“Has anyone touched my pussy since we’ve been apart?” he demands, and I vehemently shake my head. Even though those awful men stripped me naked, none of the touched me. I’m sure they would have if Julian hadn’t gotten there in time.

“Good,” Julian mutters. “Because this pussy is all fucking mine. All of you is mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, leaning my head back in pure ecstasy and allowing my hair to fall in silk drape behind my back. “I understand. I’m yours. I belong to you, Julian Bernardi. I always did.”

My words seem to please him. With a low growl, he pushes me back onto the bed I was having nightmares in moments before.

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