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Her hands roam over my back, nails digging into my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. I groan into her mouth, my own hands skimming down her sides, mapping the curves of her body like I'm committing them to memory.
We're both drowning in this sea of need and desire, lost in the feel of each other, in the heat that threatens to consume us both. It's not just physical, though—it's a connection, an understanding that runs soul-deep.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She tips her head back, giving me better access, and I take advantage, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin. Her gasps and whimpers spur me on, each sound stoking the fire burning within me.
"Axel," she breathes, my name falling from her lips like a prayer and a plea all at once.
I lift my head, meeting her gaze, and the desire I see there nearly brings me to my knees. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with want, and I know mine must mirror hers.
"Sasha," I murmur, cupping her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her kiss-swollen lips. "You have no idea what you do to me."
She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "I think I have some idea," she whispers, her voice heavy with promise.
And God, I want to explore that promise, to lose myself in her completely. But not here, not like this. When I make her mine, I want it to be in a bed, where I can worship every inch of her body the way she deserves.
So, with a Herculean effort, I step back, putting some space between us. She looks up at me, frustration and disappointment warring in her eyes.
"Axel…?"
I take her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and pressing a kiss to her palm. "Believe me, Sasha, there's nothing I want more than to continue this. But when we take that step, I want it to be perfect. I want to take my time with you, learn every curve, every sigh, every shiver. And I can't do that here, not the way I want to."
Understanding dawns in her eyes, and she nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I get it, Axel. And you're right. When we do this, I want it to be special, too. Something we'll both remember."
I pull her into my arms, resting my chin on top of her head. "It will be, Sunshine. I promise you that."
We stand there for a moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, the heat between us simmering just beneath the surface. It's a promise of what's to come, a tantalizing glimpse of the passion we've just barely begun to explore.
Finally, Sasha pulls back slightly, looking up at me with a mixture of wonder and desire. "That kiss, though... damn, Creed. You sure know how to make a girl weak in the knees."
I chuckle, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "The feeling's mutual, believe me."
She shivers slightly at my touch, and I know it's not from the cool night air. The tension between us is palpable, a living, breathing thing that threatens to consume us both.
But we both know that tonight's not the night. As much as we might want to give in to the fire between us, we understand that some things are worth waiting for.
As we start walking back toward the safe house, Sasha slips her hand into mine, our fingers intertwining like it's the most natural thing in the world. The silence that stretches between us is comfortable, filled with a sense of anticipation and shared understanding.
"You know," I say after a while, glancing down at her, "being with you like this, it feels..."
"Right," she finishes for me, squeezing my hand gently. "Like it's exactly where we're meant to be."
I nod, marveling at how she always seems to know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. "Exactly."
We reach the safe house, and as we step inside, there's a sense of something shifting between us. I lock the door behind us, the click of the bolt echoing in the stillness of the room. Sasha turns to face me, her eyes dark and full of promise.
“Goodnight, Axel, and thank you for sharing a piece of you today,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Goodnight, Sasha… and thank you.”
As we head to our separate rooms, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in longer than I can remember, I'm not just enduring the night; I'm looking forward to the dawn.
13
SASHA
"You ever notice how the syrup here tastes like it's been blessed by some kind of breakfast fairy?" I quip, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach that's been growing since we left the safe house. Axel raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances down at the sticky bottle in my hand.
"It's maple, Sasha. It's supposed to taste good," he says, his voice low enough that it ripples just for me amidst the diner's morning buzz.
