A low, predatory smile touched Julian's lips as his eyes swept over the women surrounding him, each radiating a palpable, hungry energy.
He could feel their desire like a physical force, and it only stoked the fire within him. "By all means," he murmured, his voice a cool, inviting rumble that promised no mercy. "Don't hold back."
True to his word, he moved with sudden, possessive speed. His hand snaked behind Celestia's neck, pulling her back into a deep, consuming kiss.
This time, he was the aggressor, his tongue plundering the whiskey-sweet recesses of her mouth with a raw intensity that drew a sharp, wanton moan from her throat. The sound was muffled against his lips, a vibration of pure need.
But he was not to be monopolized for long. From his side, Veronica, her patience evidently worn thin, made her claim. Her delicate, yet insistent hand cupped his jaw, her fingers applying gentle pressure to turn his face away from Celestia and towards her own.
