After the events of that night, days went by without any more incidents. It seemed things were finally going back to normal, until one rainy night.
The rain hadn't stopped for hours, raging on long into the night after the rest of the household had taken dinner and gone to bed. Only Alex remained in the sitting room, curled up in an armchair with a book in her hands. She wasn't exactly sure what she hadn't gone to her room, but for some unknown reason she wasn't really in a hurry to.
It had been a very long and relatively peaceful week, and even she was now finding it a little bit boring in the house. Madame Miller and Gregory seemed to be taking a break, and she was not one to stir up chaos intentionally.
Soon the sound of a car broke through the heavy downpour, and she shuffled to the window, just in time to see Julian coming down from his car. He stumbled slightly, and was soaked completely by the rain.
Alex rushed to open the front door before he reached it, pulling her sweater tighter around herself as the cold wind hit her with full force. "Mr Blackwood…"
He stood there in the rain, looking at her for a long time. His eyes were glassy and half closed, but they never left hers.
"Didn't think anyone would be awake," he murmured. "Thought the house had finally swallowed itself whole."
His breath reeked of alcohol as he spoke, and Alex winced.
"Come inside sir," she said, taking his arm.
He made no effort to resist her, allowing himself to be led in quietly. She took him to his room and turned on the heater, and stood there looking at him. He trembled a little, she couldn't tell if it was the cold or the alcohol.
He chuckled under his breath as she worked. "Didn't know you made house calls."
"Don't start." she hissed. "I can get you one of the maids instead."
"No… please" He said as he slumped onto the edge of the bed. "Please stay."
Alex was already halfway out of the room, but she hesitated, stepped back in and closed the door.
"You're always around aren't you?" He said smiling foolishly. "Like a thorn in my side."
"You're drunk."
"Maybe that's why I'm telling the truth." he replied laughing.
Alex ignored him and moved closer. "Lift your arms."
He obeyed very sluggishly, and she took off his soaked shirt, carefully avoiding his eyes as she worked. His skin was warm despite despite the cold, so warm she almost thought he was feverish. But beneath the good looks and the temptimg body, she saw him fragile for the very first time.
Her fingers brushed the side of his ribs as she pulled the shirt away… he jerked a little bit, but it wasn't from pain.
"You always appeared softer and more quiet in my head," he said suddenly. "I guess I was wrong."
Once again Alex chose to ignore him. "Let's get you dry sir."
She grabbed a towel and pressed it against him. He watched her attentively as she worked, studying her face like he was trying to remember something about it.
"You don't seem to fear me," he murmured.
"No." Alex replied coldly.
"Even when I make it easy to be."
She looked up and paused a bit. Their faces were too close. "Do you want people to be afraid of you Mr Blackwood?"
Julian kept quiet, and instead he lifted his hands slowly, and then brushed a way strand of hair from her face.
"Your hair's longer now."
"Is that another drunken observation?" she asked with a frown.
"Not really" he said, lowering his voice. "Just an excuse to touch you."
Alex felt a chill travel through her spine.
"Julian, don't."
But his hand had already cupped her jaw, while his thumb rested just under her lips.
"I bet you taste like defiance." he said solemnly.
Alex held her breath.
"I'm not someone you get to use to forget."
"I'm not trying to forget," he whispered. "I'm trying not to drown."
Her instincts screamed at her to pull away, to flee immediately… but she didn't. And before she could make a sound, Julians mouth was already on hers, igniting a passionate fire deep inside her stomach.
She tried to struggle against him, to push him away, but his hands were already weaving through her hair and grabbing her waist possessively. Before she realized it, she was kissing him back, like her entire being depended on it.
It was chaos.
A tension that had been brewing between them for a long time finally spilled over edge. They kissed each other hungrily, tumbling unto the bed without taking note. Julian very delicately peeled off her sweater, revealing her perfectly moulded breasts standing firm against the see through crop top she had on… her pink and taut nippes threatening to force their way through.
Julian wasted no time, tearing off the top and descending on the breasts, one after the other, sucking and tasting as Alex gasped and moaned beneath him.
When he was done, he trailed kisses all over her body. From her neck, to her lips, her shoulders, then her stomach… using his teeth to grab her silk panties as he came lower. With the panties gone, Julian marvelled at her moist pussy in front of him, his dick pulsed in his boxers, as he took his time to delicately savour it with his tongue.
She squirmed and moaned wildly as his tongue worshipped her pussy like a goddess, tasting every inch and igniting a fire through her entire being.
"Julian…"
He looked up, he loved the way his name sounded in her mouth. He moved towards her, buring his mouth into hers again while his fingers slipped into her coochie with expertise. Alex almost went mad with pleasure, Julian certainly knew what he was doing, tormenting her very soul.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, lifted it with her juice dripping from it like honey… he's eyes locked on hers.
Alex couldn't hold it anymore, she yanked him close and whispered a desperate plea.
"Fuck me!"