Here's Chapter 11 of Beneath the Same Roof — the night everything changes. It's their first time — slow, messy, overwhelming, and deliberately forbidden. Both Julian and Ava stop running. There's no more denying what they are to each other.
This chapter blends steam, emotion, and narrative weight, making it both erotic and meaningful.
Chapter 11 – First Surrender
POV: Ava
He didn't knock.
He didn't have to.
At exactly 11:57 p.m., I opened my door to find Julian already there — one hand braced on the frame, the other gripping his wrist like he was physically holding himself back.
I didn't say a word.
I just stepped aside and let him in.
The door shut behind us with a final, quiet click that might as well have been a lock on the life we'd known before tonight.
His voice was a rasp. "Say you want this."
I turned to him slowly, heart beating hard enough to make me shake.
"I want this," I said. "I want you."
That was all it took.
He crossed the space in two strides, his mouth finding mine with the kind of hunger that made me gasp. I clung to him — hands in his hair, back arching into his chest. His lips were hot, open, possessive. He tasted like fire and everything I wasn't supposed to crave.
"You're sure?" he asked, breathing hard.
I nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything."
He lifted me.
Just like that — like I weighed nothing, like he needed me off the ground, closer, higher, his.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and kissed him like I wanted him to drown in me.
He carried me to the bed, lowering me down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
He took his time undressing me. Like unwrapping a secret. Like reverence.
His hands shook a little.
So did mine.
When I pulled his shirt off, he was all heat and muscle and inked skin — hard edges and soft breaths, a contradiction made flesh.
He kissed down my throat, over my collarbone, across my stomach.
Everywhere he touched, I burned.
Everywhere he didn't, I ached.
When he finally moved over me, everything else disappeared.
There was no house. No parents. No step-anything.
Just us.
Skin to skin.
Mouth to mouth.
Breath to breath.
"I've wanted this for so long," he murmured as he slid inside me.
My whole body arched.
He groaned — a deep, guttural sound that made my toes curl.
"It's always been you," I whispered, tears burning the corners of my eyes.
We moved slowly at first. Like we had all the time in the world.
But we didn't.
We both knew we were stealing something — from our families, from the rules, from whatever line we were never supposed to cross.
But God, it felt good to break it.
Every thrust was a confession.
Every gasp was a sin we'd gladly repeat.
He kissed me everywhere — jaw, temple, shoulder, heart.
I memorized the feel of him inside me, above me, around me.
And when I came, it was with his name on my lips like a prayer I shouldn't have known how to say.
After, we didn't speak.
We just held each other.
His hand tangled in my hair. My head on his chest. Our bodies sticky, bare, sated.
I had never felt so whole.
Or so scared.
Because we couldn't take this back.
Not now.
Not ever.
🌙 End of Chapter Hook:
Ava traces her fingers over Julian's chest and asks the question they've both been avoiding:
"What happens when someone finds out?"
Julian's voice is quiet, fierce.
"They won't. Because I'm not letting you go."