Despite Amelie's weak protests and exhausted pleas for respite, Julien carried her back to the bedroom, his mind consumed with a single-minded desire to possess and conquer her body. He tossed her down onto the rumpled bed, the sheets still bearing the imprint of their earlier lovemaking. Amelie could only watch with a mix of trepidation and reluctant anticipation as Julien quickly shed his own clothes, his muscular body emerging like a statue carved from dark marble.
Julien crawled over her, his hands gripping the flimsy fabric of her sundress. With a sharp tug, he tore the garment from her body, the sound of rending material filling the room as he bared Amelie's naked flesh to his hungry gaze. Amelie gasped, instinctively trying to cover herself with shaking hands, but Julien caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he settled his hips between her splayed thighs.
"Julien, non," Amelie whimpered, even as her body arched up against his, nipples stiffening into aching peaks as the cool air hit her heated skin. "Je suis trop fatiguée... je ne peux plus..." Her words dissolved into a low moan as she felt the thick, hard length of Julien's cock pressing against her sensitive, dripping slit.
Julien paid no heed to her exhausted protests, he took out a condom from the bedside drawer, and put it over his cock and then began his deed, his hips surging forward to sheath himself inside her with one brutal thrust. Amelie cried out, back bowing off the bed as pleasure-pain exploded through her, her walls fluttering wildly around the thick intrusion stretching her wide. Julien set a punishing pace, hips slamming against hers with enough force to rock the headboard against the wall as he took her again and again.
The room filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling - the slap of skin against skin, Amelie's ragged moans and breathless cries, Julien's grunts and growls of satisfaction. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of Julien's lust, the mattress dipping and swaying with each powerful thrust of his hips.
For hours, Julien relentlessly took Amelie, his lust for her body showing no signs of abating. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises as he pounded into her from behind. He bent her legs up to her chest, nearly folding her in half as he loomed over her, his muscular chest heaving with exertion. He even had her straddle him as he lay on his back, his hands kneading the globes of her ass as he guided her movements, forcing her to bounce on his thick cock with ruthless abandon.
Amelie could only take it, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure even as her mind reeled at the sheer, unrelenting intensity of Julien's desire. She came again and again, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the bedroom, her nails raking down Julien's sweat-slicked chest as she clung to him desperately. Each climax left her more exhausted than the last, until she could barely move, reduced to a mewling, writhing mess beneath Julien's tireless body.
As the sun began to set, casting the bedroom in a warm, golden glow, Julien finally slowed his relentless pace. His hips continued to rock against Amelie's, but with a gentler rhythm, a more sensual roll as he gazed down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, a look of deep satisfaction etched onto his handsome features.
Amelie could only lie there, utterly spent and boneless beneath him, her body slick with sweat and the evidence of their marathon lovemaking. Her thighs trembled, barely able to keep her legs wrapped around Julien's waist as he continued his sensual undulations, his cock still hard and deep inside her. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him, stretching her sensitive walls, keeping her open and filled and ready for his use.
As Julien finally, slowly pulled out of her, Amelie caught a glimpse of the condom he wore, stretched taut and slick with their combined juices. She then stared up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed and dazed, her body aching and sore in a way that spoke to the hours of vigorous lovemaking she had just endured. Glancing to the side, she saw the discarded condoms littering the nightstand, a trail of used latex leading back to the bed. There were at least a dozen of them, each one a testament to their insatiable coupling, their unquenchable thirst for each other.
Julien slowly peeled the condom off his softening cock, a gush of their combined releases spilling out to splatter onto the rumpled sheets below. He tossed it carelessly onto the nightstand, where it landed with a soft, lewd plop amidst the pile of its brethren. Julien then turned his attention back to Amelie, taking a moment to admire the state of her body, laid out so wantonly before him.
Amelie lay sprawled on the bed, her naked body a map of their passionate encounter. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, the golden light of the setting sun painting her in warm, honeyed tones. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath, the soft mounds marked with the reddened imprints of Julien's fingers and lips, the stiff peaks flushed and aching.
Below her waist, the picture was even more explicit. Amelie's thighs were splayed wide, the tender flesh reddened from the relentless pounding they had taken, the skin slightly chafed from the force of Julien's hips slamming against them. Between her legs, her sex was a swollen, angry red, the delicate folds puffy and glistening with the slick evidence of their coupling. Amelie's inner thighs and the sheets beneath her were stained with more of the mingled proof of their lovemaking, the fabric damp and clinging to her skin.
Amelie's hair was a wild, tangled mess, the golden locks splayed out around her head like a halo of disarray. Her eyes were glazed and half-lidded, staring up at Julien with a look of utter, dazed exhaustion, the blue irises clouded with the lingering haze of her many orgasms. Her lips were kiss-swollen and reddened, slightly parted as she panted softly, her tongue peeking out to lick at the moisture on her bottom lip.
Julien settled himself beside Amelie on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He gathered her limp, pliant body into his strong arms, pulling her close until she was nestled against his chest. Amelie could only moan softly, too utterly spent to do more than let herself be moved, her head lolling weakly against Julien's shoulder.
"Amelie," Julien murmured, his voice a low, sensual rumble in the quiet of the bedroom. "Est-ce que ça va?" He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of her cheek.
Amelie didn't respond, her breathing slow and even as she struggled to regain some semblance of control over her body. Julien looked down at her, his brows furrowing slightly as he studied her face. Her eyes were closed, long lashes fluttering softly against her flushed cheeks, and to his surprise, Julien saw the glimmer of tears clinging to the delicate curves.
Julien's heart clenched in his chest, a sudden pang of concern and tenderness welling up inside him. He knew he had been rough with her, had taken her with a single-minded intensity that bordered on cruelty. The sight of her like this, so utterly ravished and spent, sent a wave of protectiveness washing over him, even as it stirred a dark, primal satisfaction at the knowledge that he had brought her to such a state.
He brushed his thumb gently over her cheek, wiping away the tears and feeling the soft, silken texture of her skin. Amelie stirred slightly at his touch, her lips parting on a soft, breathy sigh. Julien's gaze dropped to her mouth, taking in the kiss-swollen curves, the delicate pink of her lips a stark contrast to the reddened, slightly chafed skin of her cheeks. He could see the imprint of his teeth on the tender flesh, the faint marks of his passion still visible, and he felt a renewed surge of lust pulse through his veins.
Julien tightened his embrace around Amelie, tugging her even closer until her soft curves melded perfectly against the hard planes of his body. He began to gently pat and stroke her back in a soothing, almost paternal gesture, his large hand spanning the width of her shoulder blades. Amelie made a soft, muffled sound in her sleep, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips as she instinctively nestled even closer to Julien's warmth.
As he felt the steady rhythm of Amelie's breathing, the tension slowly draining from her body, Julien felt his own eyelids growing heavy. The day's exertions, both physical and emotional, began to catch up with him, and he found himself yawning softly.
He settled Amelie's head more comfortably on his chest, his chin resting atop her hair as he gazed down at her sleeping face. In the fading light of the setting sun, her skin looked like porcelain, the delicate blue veins visible beneath the translucent surface. Her long lashes cast shadows on her flushed cheeks, and her lips, slightly parted, looked soft and inviting.
Julien felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, a contentment that he had rarely experienced before. There was something deeply satisfying about holding Amelie like this, about feeling her small, vulnerable body trusting and safe in his arms. He knew that he had pushed her to her limits, had demanded more from her than he had any right to, but seeing her like this, so utterly spent and at peace, he felt a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness that was almost overwhelming.
With a soft sigh, Julien allowed his own eyes to drift shut, his arms tightening once more around Amelie's sleeping form. He let himself sink back into the pillows, his body relaxing, his breathing evening out until it matched the slow, steady rhythm of Amelie's own. As the last light faded from the sky and the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, Julien drifted off into a deep, satisfied sleep, his heart full and his soul at peace.