15

After Julian had said that, an internal conflict began within me, my subconscious, still normal, told me to go back home, ask him to take me back and never see him again, leave him together with his baggage of suffering and obscurity. for there. But on the other side, there was the part that was winning the war, my heart wanted him, that damn handsome man, my body wanted it, and my heart too. He asked me to listen to him and help him with whatever it was.

"We're here." Said Julian after driving for about fifty minutes.

"What place is this?" I asked looking around. Julian still silently got me out of the car.

The place was surrounded by several trees, in the distance you could see a house, looking more like a chalet. It was perfect, all dark wood and very well maintained. In its upper part there was a small balcony in the shape of a triangle, the lower part had its glass windows with white curtains that could be seen from the outside. In front of the small house or cottage, there was also a small table with some chairs around it. It was so precious, so beautiful, every detail had certainly been done with great delicacy.

"This is my cabin. I sleep here sometimes. No one knows about this place, only you now. This is why I brought you here, here no one can see or hear us." He explained to me taking my hand and leading me towards the cottage.

"Julian, it's very beautiful..." I said, delighted with the beauty of the place. It was the kind of place you saw on the internet or in Tumblr photos.

"Glad you liked it, dear." He said and kissed me on the forehead. My heart warmed every time he kissed me on the forehead, I felt that he said with that attitude that he would take care of me. "Wait here, a minute."

"It's fine." I answered and looked around. Meanwhile Julian went to the car and parked it between two trees that had cover. Certainly a makeshift garage.

"Come on, let's go inside." He took my hand again and we walked into the cottage.

"Wow..." I said looking around in awe.

It was as beautiful inside as it was outside, so cozy that it didn't make you want to leave, just stay there forever. There was a sofa in the corner, a big fireplace and a small table with books on top, in another corner there was a small wall that divided the kitchen, it was so cute. There was also a staircase that obviously led upstairs, where there must have been a bed and a bathroom.

"Feel free." He said smiling at me. I smiled back and sat on the couch hugging my own body. "Are you cold?" I nodded and he walked over to the fireplace, turning it on.

"It's very beautiful. Congratulations." I complimented him on the house, I was so pathetic that I didn't know how to behave in a situation like that.

"No more than you. In fact, nothing in the world is as beautiful as you are." he said and I blushed immediately, my face got hot as hell.

"Julian..." I started to speak but I was soon interrupted by his lips on mine.

I responded at the same time, with the same intensity and will. Sitting side by side on the couch, it wasn't a very comfortable position, so I climbed onto his lap and started to make movements that might ease the pain between my legs. Julian grunted like an ogre, he seemed to be trying to control his instincts, with one of his hands he squeezed my hair tightly and bit my neck, I threw my head back and groaned with excitement.

Going back to kissing me, I bit her lips lightly and our tongues played with each other inside our mouths, our lips clashing as if nothing could separate us. When I couldn't breathe anymore, I broke the kiss and took a deep breath. I looked at Julian and our eyes met, there was so much there, things I didn't know I could feel, I didn't know I was jumping headfirst into my precipice, and worse, I didn't want to go back.

My belly rumbled loudly and I looked for some hole where I could stick my face of shame, Julian in turn just smiled with a different sparkle in his eyes.

"You're hungry aren't you? I'm sorry for my lack of manners. I'm going to prepare something for us to eat." He kissed me on the forehead, placed me next to him on the sofa again and stood up. From the side I could see a bulge in his pants, I brushed my legs together and looked away from there.

"Want help?" I asked.

"I'm not very good in the kitchen, so how about I help you make something?" He asked opening the cabinets looking for something.

"Could it be." I shrugged, I knew several recipes that my grandmother had taught me. I dared to open the cupboards to look for some food that I could prepare. But there was nothing. "There's nothing..." I said.

"Wait. There's an apple tree back there, how about a pie? It's my specialty..." He proposed and I gave a smile thinking that was very cute.

"Of course. I love pies no matter what, and if it's apple even more." And prepared by him, even more so. I knew he would prepare it with great care for me. He was going out of his way to make me comfortable for the serious conversation that was to follow.

"Let's go." He found a basket and pulled me by the hand. Next to the fridge was a small door that led to the back of the cabin.

The apple tree was loaded, my mouth was watering.

"Here is amazing!" I exclaimed in awe of everything. Julian just gave me a beautiful smile.

"Hands to work young lady." He said with enthusiasm and started picking some apples, his hands were red. I followed behind holding the basket while he picked them up.

"I think it's good..." I murmured feeling the weight of the basket in my arms.

"Of course. Forgive me. I forgot you're smaller than me. Much smaller." Said with irony.

"I may be smaller, but I'm pretty strong!" I replied pretending to be offended. The truth was that it was heavy yes. "I'll take the basket inside and you'll see how I hold up." I shrugged and walked into the cottage with the basket in hand.

"Hhm...Wait." He said and surprised me by taking me in his arms along with the basket that was heavy for me. "I think I can take both." He spoke and took me inside. In his lap I could feel the hard muscles against my body, that feeling of fire ignited again, but it wasn't time for that.

We entered the kitchen again and started preparing the pie, I only helped him with some things, but he was in charge. At that moment he was the head chef and his assistant. Looking at him in that distracted way, it didn't even seem like there was something bad going on inside that heart. He just seemed like a normal man, but if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that Julian wasn't normal. And I could consider myself worse.

(...)

"It's very tasty!" I groaned feeling the wonderful flavor of the pie. I was already on my third piece and Julian was on his fifth.

"I'm glad you liked it." He said finishing his piece and wiping his mouth with a piece of paper.

"You're very good at making sweets..." I said as I finished my piece, I was already satisfied. I finished eating and ran my tongue over my lips to savor each grain. I watched Julian's gauze fixed on my lips, I looked at his volume and he had been turned on by it.

"Fuck...I want to kiss your mouth so bad right now." He whispered looking at me fixedly, as if he was going to devour me with his eyes.

"And what are you waiting for?" I replied and bit my bottom lip. Lord, where had that boldness come from?

Julian pounced on me like a ferocious, hungry animal. We started kissing wildly, he bit my lip and sucked my tongue lustfully. He was squeezing me tightly making me moan into his lips, my nails were digging into his skin, taking the weight off the middle of my legs on his arm. He laid me on the couch and got on top of me, between my legs making movements that simulated sex.

"Oh... Julian..." I moaned his name, not being able to stand that feeling that invaded me anymore, a tingling began to grow inside me and my intimacy was pulsing because it was so soaked.

I noticed that when I said his name in moans, the thing intensified, he got crazier on top of me, as if he wanted to devour me completely, he grunted and growled in my ears. He squeezed my hair tightly kissing my neck and giving light bites.

"I'm dying to be inside you, Eloise..." He whispered, squeezing my breast over the blouse, I groaned with that touch and I felt even hotter, if that was possible in my state. "But not like this, you don't deserve this, you don't even know about me yet, you deserve something much better. Much better than me picking you up like this here on this couch." He said looking into my eyes.

"Julian... What is this I'm feeling?" I asked him with my eyes full of tears. He was absolutely right, I was being too easy, but I swear it had never been like that, it was with him. Only with him.

"Why are you crying?" he asked me with a worried look. "See, I can only make you mean!"

"It's not you! It's me. What am I doing here Julian? What's happening to me? I've never experienced this, I've never felt this, I'm so afraid... You must think I'm an easy teenager, right?" I looked down.

"Never. Never!" He responded by stroking my face and lifting it. "I know it's just me. I'm the one who wanted it that way, I'm the one who wanted you to like me." Said and I was confused.

"What do you mean you wanted me to like you?" I asked with my heart in my hand.

"I'm going to start telling you the story of my life. Everything that happened to me until I got to you." He said holding my hand. "You know this kiss? It was my guarantee, in case you don't want to see me anymore after knowing everything." I trembled all over, I saw the shadow return to his gauze and I knew that what was coming would not be good.