ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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She could hardly breathe.

Her voice was as soft as a mouse, but it was heard.

The man moved forward, but not like last time Hazel didn't move an inch.

Julius kept moving, he moved until the tips of his shoes were touching the tips of her fluffy socks. The dim light casts onto his sharp features, every single feature now mesmerised in her memory.

Hazel mentally couldn't believe that he was here, in front of her too.

His eyes were just as lifeless and silver as the last time. Somewhat lonelier and colder. As if the little light they had before was now flamed out.

His hair was the same, cropped at the ears and strewn recklessly across his forehead in a deep brown madness.

His slack jaw was flexed and tightened hard, indicating that he was as tense as the rest of him.

As her eyes found his rosy lips, she watched as they part.

"Why white?" He had the same deep voice that she recalled. A low hum, a rumbling that vibrated from his chest and somehow found its way into hers. And his voice was always softer than a whisper, which was her personal favourite sound.

She blinks and tilts her head up to meet his intense look as she processes his words.

"What do you mean, Juls?"

She could see his chest rising and falling deeply, especially after her mouth spoke.

"Why the white roses? I thought you liked red." He stated more than questioned. His voice had a bored but alluring pitch to it.

She shifted her gaze to the side table, which housed the vase of white roses she'd purchased only hours before, wincing slightly at the recollection of her tears over the red roses.

"I do like red, I just wanted the white ones for a change."

He seems to stare at her deeply as if he saw exactly straight through her.

Then he hums.

A sound that lasted shortly but lingered enough in the air.

They stare at each other for a little while longer, as if Hazel still couldn't believe her Julius came back. And yet his first words were questions about why she chose white roses instead of red.

Nevertheless, Hazel seemed to feel it all at that moment and another tear rolled down her cheek.

Amongst the darkness, Julius caught it with his thumb, his touch sent lightning bolts down her bloodstream and her stomach rekindled with that certain fire again.

"Always crying, Hazel." He whispers, lowering his head the lightest to meet her fluttering gaze.

"Is it because of me again? Did you not want me to come back?"

All his words brought more tears. It was the complete opposite of what he said that was making her cry. She thought he wouldn't come back, that he wouldn't require the love she held for him either.

"No," She managed to choke out, leaning into the palm of his hand that was now cupped around her cheek.

Slowly, her eyes returned to his. Her heart was relieved to be in his hands once more as the depth of her pain permeated throughout her expression.

"I just missed you," She admits, she smiles.

Julius seemed shocked. As shocked as one could look for being as cold as him.

He frowns. A true, meaningful frown.

But Hazel was too quick for him to question anything because she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him like a puppy that was far from home.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled into his neck, tears coming down faster than rain.

Shaking his head, he strokes her hair with one hand while wrapping her legs around him with the other.

"Don't apologise, Hazel. You've done nothing wrong, darling."

"If anything, I should be." He squeezes his arms and leads them to a couch, where he sits them down with her body against his.

"It's okay, Julius." She muttered, her torn face shifting to face his. "I forgive you; we'll work around it, okay?" She smiles through her tears, touching his cheek and using her fingertips to draw shapes on it.

He gives her a soft expression that fills her with butterflies and feelings at the same time. "If that's what you want, beautiful."

She nodded and laughs softly, allowing her head to fall between his shoulder and neck. Her spirit was quickly calmed by his aroma, and she fell into a state of perpetual peace.

"There are no words in this world to elaborate how sorry I am, Hazel." He whispers into her hair, "I never meant to hurt you, I promise."

She sniffles, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve. "I know," She whispers, parting again from his neck to face him.

"But I forgive you, It's okay."

He shakes his head, his jaw ticking once.

"It's not."

She sighs and remains silent, all the negative thoughts she had about him vanishing as if he were the flawless hero she had always expected him to be.

Her tears had dried up, her emotions had settled, and the truth was now facing her.

"Thank you for coming back."

He tilts his head, his grey eyes absorbing her hazel ones.

"Thank you for not leaving." He replies.

"I wouldn't be able to, even if I wanted to." She admits and pulls her body closer, her lips now inches from his.

"Can I kiss you?" She awkwardly plays with his collar, the fitted black shirt doing little to nothing to constrict the muscles underneath—to which she could feel underneath her so simply.

"Mhm," His hum rumbled onto her stomach, vibrating throughout her entire body.

She leant closer and pushed her lips against his with the permission she had been granted.

Her senses were overwhelmed by the touch of his lips. She missed this. His lips were her favourite feature of him, but that was before his incredible hugs.

As the kiss started slow, he swooped in and deepened it. Intensifying it.

Her body was on a cloud, and her mind was deep among the clouds as well. His mouth, which moved so flawlessly on hers, so gently and delicately, filled her with desire.

As he brought her hips closer to her body, she could feel the heat of his palms slide slowly over the curvature of her hips, lightly grasping them.

Their kiss heated up, Hazel gripped his jaw and the other curled deep into the back of his hair.

Her lower half encountered a firm erection right against her pulse, which was hot with moisture, and she let out a quiet moan.

"You okay?" He huskily whispers into her mouth, parting away from her for the first time.

"Perfect," She breathes out almost seductively.

The smirk on his lips didn't go unnoticed, at least until it vanished as her mouth opened on its own.

"I'm ready." She states, her lips brushing across his. He kissed her with his mouth open, consuming her lips like the poisonous cigarettes he smokes every day.

"Tonight?" He responds with shallow breaths and a tightening of his grip on her hips. She unintentionally rocks against him and whimpers softly at the friction.

"Yes, only if you are," she gulps, hunger and love consuming her thoughts.

Julius licks his lips, his tongue just brushing across her lower lip. The friction between her and his bodies generated far more heat than anything you could imagine.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready, darling." He cups her jaw, looking at her seriously. "We have a lot to talk about,"

She shakes her, refusing what he was going to say.

"That can wait," She smiles softly, her eyes lighter than ever.

Julius stood up and began walking out of the room, towards his bedroom, with her wrapped around him.

As he started up a staircase, Hazel giggled lighthearted flung her arms around his neck, lightly kissing his jaw.

"Hazel..." He murmured, stiffening as she continued to kiss his skin. When her lips met the corner of his mouth, she felt his hands tighten beneath her thighs.

The bedroom door slammed open, his foot closing it behind him after he made it inside.

At the foot of the bed, Julius positioned Hazel's body down onto the ground. She stood in front of him, her lips parted and her lustful gaze wide.

Julius took a step closer, closing the gap between them. His fingers played with the ends of her cardigan as his hands were naturally positioned at her waist.

"I'm going to undress you, is that okay, Hazel?"

She'd almost melted on the spot once she heard his voice. It was deep, as it was. But it had a rasp, just a tinge as if strained with seduction.

"Yeah, that's okay." She responds quietly. He nods, one hand slipping up her top, caressing the contour of her waist, while the other expertly unbuttoning her cardigan.

Julius leant in close to her ear, delicately grazing her lope with his lips as he whispered softly.

"I'll go as slow as you need me to. Tell me if you don't want this anymore," he says as he unbuttons the second last button, her breathing now becoming rapid as she nods her head.

The familiar moisture between her thighs dampened even more with those words, and the ache inside her pleaded even stronger.

He brushes his plump lips across her shoulder, the strands of hair over his forehead teasing her flesh as well.

The last button is released and Hazel was now revealed in her black bra.

Julius pushes himself forwards again, gliding his hands up her skin, making sure he tormented her just enough as his fingertips brush the side of her veiled breasts.

His gaze was clearly drawn to her erect nipples, as seen by the small darkness that hovered around his eyes.

They arrived at her shoulders, with his hands slipping her cardigan completely off her body allowing it to fall to the floor.

Looking down at herself, Hazel's breath catches. Despite the darkness, the cream light from outside seemed to reflect perfectly on the two.

Her jeans hung low on her hips, which left half of her body exposed. It's not that he hasn't seen her naked before; it's just that they haven't done anything intimate in a long time, since the shower, to be exact...

His palm moved beneath her chin, elevating it just enough for her to meet his gaze.

She noticed the twinkle in his gaze and the lightness that had returned to his dead stare. It made her stomach swirl.

"You're beautiful, Angel." He tilts his head at her, watching her smile shyly and blush underneath his intense gaze.

He tilts her head higher so his lips can graze hers.

"I love your smile," He whispers softly, his words having her fall deeper. Hazel was almost desperate for his lips to be on hers.

"I love yours too," She admits, and she closes her eyes as the sensation of his lips strokes against hers. Julius kisses her deeply.

She trembles in his arms as he rubs his hands over her exposed flesh. With his soft lips pressed against hers, a delicate brush of his tongue runs across her bottom lip, instantly restraining her own tongue.

She breathes into his mouth heavily on edge and continued to run her fingers through his brown hair.

Her body was pushed against his, and the flare of his erection poked her in the belly, pulling her away from him.

"Can I...?" She looks down at his pants before rising to meet his gaze. Julius licks her flavour from his lips and nods gently, putting her hands to his belt buckle.

She took a deep breath and began fiddling with the buckle.

Julius' lips meet her jaw and fall down her neck's delicate line. Hazel relaxed, letting her hands loosen the belt and her head fall to the side, allowing his lips to roam freely.

By the time his pants were undone, Hazel was ready for her own to come off.

Julius gently laid her down on the mattress, coming on top of her as he moved his hands up and down her clothed thighs soothingly.

"You're okay, beautiful?" He let his shirt button down, loosely hanging on his body as his bare chest was exposed in the cream light.

"Perfect," She smiles, looking up at him with nothing but purity.

Julius places his knees between her legs, his body now supported by his hands, as he travels his lips from her neck, kneading those wet kisses down her between her breasts.

He reached behind her back with one hand, hovering over the clasp of her bra. She nodded for the confirmation he waited for in his eyes, with that, her breasts were released with a bounce.

His eyes clouded at the sight, and he pulled the bra off and tossed it to the floor.

Hazel's chest pumped up and down nervously, her bottom lip restlessly sucked between her teeth.

Julius noticed this movement and immediately reached for her lips, inserting his thumb between her teeth rather than her bottom lip.

"Don't do that," He shakes his head, gazing at her swollen lip. As his lips skim her right breast, Hazel gasps.

Slowly, his lips were placed on her sensitive nipple, erect and ready for the miracles of his mouth.

Julius places his mouth on her nipple, lightly sucking on it as he runs his tongue around it.

Her back arched and she let out a soft moan, her hands reaching deep into his dark hair.

"Julius," She whispered, down completely with utter hormones. It was like she caught a fever of lust. Her brain whirled with the torment of need and desire, striving to unite her lower half to his.

"Patience, Hazel." While his thumb plays with the pad of her nipple, he removes his lips and travels them down her stomach.

Breathlessly, she frowns and looks down at him.

"But Juls—

His hands yanked her jeans down roughly, eliciting a gasp from her lungs. Julius beams devilishly, Hazel giggles uncontrollably, he flings her jeans somewhere beside him.

He brings both palms between her inner thighs, exhaling another whimper from her mouth adjusting her legs over his torso.

Her wide eyes, red lips, and almost throbbing core were all in his control waiting for his own to glide between her thighs. Her beauty, her sweet moans filling his ears, and her natural gasping for air when she became overly aroused.

All his.

"You're needy tonight, baby." He smiles ever so lightly, his hands running through the back of her hair, lifting her head to look up at him.

"Do you want to now?"

She nods enthusiastically, claiming she was ready. No foreplay, just straight to it. Hazel wanted him, now.

He kisses her on the forehead and reaches for her panties, clasping the hem with his fingertips and dragging the damp cloth down carefully.

As the underwear was displaced with the other pieces of clothing, her entire body was now wholly on exhibit for him.

Julius moved his hand up and down her entrance, grazing her aching nub and sending chills up and down her spine.

Seconds later he swiftly removed his boxers, the visible long length now laying idly on her stomach, very close to her.

"I'm on the pill," She mentions between breaths and moans. He nods and leans down to kiss her on the mouth.

"Keep your legs wrapped around me." He orders, clear authority in his tone through the softness overtaking it.

She nods and welcomes him.

The tip of his cock slipped up and down her parted walls, her muscles weakening as she relishes herself being tortured with pleasure.

She could feel his warmth on her, the skin-to-skin connection, and the sloppy texture of their flesh coming together.

As he glides in, he gently begins to hover over her, his face inches from hers as he stares at her lips and then her eyes.

Hazel felt the most intense pain in her body. She hisses and winces as if it's all inside her, but she doesn't look down to see.

The pain was so intense that it was all she could think about at the moment. That was until his gentle kisses and sweet caresses of his words came.

"I'm sorry, darling." He says wholeheartedly while sounding strained and raspy. "It won't be like this for long, tell me when you're ready for me to move in further."

"It isn't fully in?"

He chuckles lightly and kisses her cheek, "Not even halfway."

Hazel was mesmerised by his kisses. The soft pecks on her mouth, the tender strokes of his tongue gliding over her neck.

"I'm ready," She says after a few seconds. Julius clenched his jaw and slowly moved in further, grunting as he lets his head fall between her neck and shoulder.

"You feel amazing, Hazel," He sighs and feels his eyes close against her skin. Her hands claw at his back and he begins to move out and back in again, inching himself further in every time.

"It feels good now," She begins to feel the pain slide away, now the only thing on her mind being the cock that glided in between the walls that thirsted for him.

He raises his body, angling himself within her as he draws himself all the way in, watching her squirm beneath him.

Hazel jerks back, mouth open, as she watches his veiny hands glide down her stomach and hold her thighs to keep his speed under control.

He moved at a natural rhythm, filling her in, out, in, in a series of motions that got quicker and faster as the minutes passed.

Her moans filled the walls, and his groans filled her ears, pleasingly thickening her walls and tightening the knot.

As Julius drives his cock into her thoroughly lathered walls, she falls restlessly on the pillows, her hair scattered into chaos, Hazel's moans getting louder and louder.

"Julius," she whimpers as she watches his head drop and his hips buck and thrust with each movement. He takes her into ecstasy by lowering his head down to her mouth.

"How close are you, Angel?" Her moans fall into his mouth as he continues to thrust. Her eyes were half-closed as she gazed into his, clearly reflecting her euphoria.

"Soon," She breathes and takes his lips again, feeling his soft mouth and minty taste.

"Fuck you're so precious," He gazes at her totally full of love and intimacy, so concise in his eyes as he observes her own hips bucking to his rhythm.

She hums as she rotates her torso around his dick, sighing gracefully as she settles on a spot. He gently moves his thumb over her nub, causing her movements to spike with a gasp while she squirms in utter bliss.

Moaning and falling, Julius feels his body begin to exploit. Her hips vibrating with each strong plunge and her thighs quivering wildly, he pushed where she liked it.

"I'm coming now," She murmurs, clutching his shoulders and he lowers his head, taking her nipple into his mouth as she screams and shakes.

Julius moved stronger, faster. With his own climax coming down, he rides out her orgasm.

He holds her hips, grunting and letting his head fall back in pleasure as he slowed down.

His thick cock landed on her stomach, exposing the liquid sin to her skin.

She heaved heavily, as does he. The bliss of the two becoming circulated between them.

Julius leans on top of her again, bringing his lips to her ear. "Are you okay?"

She smiled and laughed lightly, tilting her head so her eyes could meet his silver ones.

"Never better, Juls."

He smiles too. Kissing the tip of her nose.