"You're mine, Grandma—just admit it." He kissed her again, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer.
Gregoria didn't answer, but her silence spoke volumes. Her breath came in short, trembling gasps as she trembled against Julian, her body still quivering from the aftershocks.
His fingers had left her aching, desperate for more, and he knew it. She knew he knew it.
She swallowed hard, her voice shaky but laced with something dark and needy. "You bastard… you ruin me," she whispered, barely able to keep the longing from creeping into her tone.
Julian chuckled, his breath warm over her damp skin. "Ruin you?" he whispered, his hands sliding down her hips, gripping her ass with possessive intent. "You love every second of it. You love how I take you, how I make you beg."
He pressed himself against her back, letting her feel the hard length of his cock. "Say it. Say you need more."
