"I have loved you longer than I ever admitted," he continued quietly.
Olivia's fingers tightened on his shoulders and her lifted leg trembled against his hip. The words wrapped around the physical reality of their position and made it sharper.
"Kraven…" she whispered. The name came out fragile.
"I know what this means," he said. "And I am still asking you to let me inside. Not because I want to take something from you, but... because I want to be as close to you as it is possible for two people to be."
Olivia's eyes shone. She could have refused... she must have.
But the refusal lived on the tip of her tongue for one last second. Then it dissolved completely under the weight of his voice.
She gave the smallest nod.
Julian's eyes glinted as he began to press forward.
The thick head of his cock parted her slick folds and sank inward by a fraction. Olivia's mouth opened on a silent gasp.
