Chapter 21. Morning

Braxton

I do not want to hamper Julia’s newfound independence or spirit in any way, but I do want her to know what it is like to have her body completely worshiped by a man who knows exactly what he is doing in the bedroom.

I want her to experience everything, as if she is a virgin and has never been touched by a man before. I intend to take her to new heights, to places she’s never dreamt of before, and in order to do that, I need her to know that she can trust me, that the things I ask her to do, or to let me do, will result in her pleasure like nothing she’s ever experienced before.

I kiss her deeply, unable to contain my passion for her. She is like a delicate flower, and I am a raindrop, caressing her petals for the first time, as my hands trail down her body, touching, kneading, exploring. When I kiss her neck, paying careful attention to that sensitive area where her elegant shoulder meets her throat, she practically purrs with excitement.