“Please,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whimper. “I want you so badly, Aksel. I need you to fuck me, to own my body.”
His response is immediate, and he thrusts into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. The roughness of his movements only serves to heighten the pleasure, making each stroke feel like a delicious mix of pain and ecstasy.
“Fuck, Anna,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this.”
As our bodies move together in a desperate rhythm, I can feel my climax building, spurred on by the intensity of Aksel’s gaze and the filthy words that spill from his lips.
“Come for me, Anna,” he commands, his voice laced with dark authority. “Let go and give yourself to me completely.”
With a shuddering gasp, I surrender to the pleasure that crashes through me like a tidal wave, my entire being consumed by the force of my orgasm. My vision blurs and my body trembles.
As soon as my orgasm subsides, Aksel lifts me with ease, switching positions so that I’m straddling him while he sits onthe floor. His eyes watch me intently as his hands settle on my hips, guiding me.
“Ride me, Anna.” The command is both firm and seductive, leaving no room for argument.
The lustful glint in Aksel’s eyes, combined with the intensity of our connection, spurs me on. I slowly lower myself onto him, releasing a guttural moan as he fills me completely. It’s a different kind of pleasure, more intimate, more vulnerable.
“Good girl,” he praises, smirking up at me.
A surge of defiance ignites within me as I begin to move, rocking my hips back and forth, seeking out that perfect angle. Aksel’s grip tightens on my hips, assisting my movements while maintaining control. My breaths come in ragged gasps, and Aksel’s eyes never leave mine as I ride him, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
“Come again for me, Willson,” he whispers, his voice insistent, commanding. As if on cue, my body responds, another orgasm washing over me with such force that I cling to Aksel for support.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls, clearly pleased by my reaction.
I cry out until finally my body sags against his.
“Anna,” he murmurs, his voice laced with equal parts desire and reverence. “I want you to be mine, truly and completely.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, even as my heart begins to race at the thought of what he might be proposing.
“I mean that I want to cement our mating bond,” he explains, his eyes never leaving mine.
The gravity of his words weighs on me, and for a moment, I hesitate. But as I look into Aksel’s gorgeous eyes, I can see that he loves me and regrets everything that happened between us before. I know I’ve forgiven him and want to spend the rest of our lives together.
He needs Griffyn and me bothering him to keep him alive and grumpy.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. “I want that too, Aksel.”
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, and he leans up to kiss me again, his hands roaming over my body with a newfound sense of ownership.
“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”
As Aksel’s rhythm accelerates, I feel another orgasm building within me, powerful and consuming. He thrusts up into me with a ferocity that mirrors the intensity of our growing bond, his eyes lock onto mine as if trying to convey every ounce of love and devotion he feels for me.
“Anna,” he gasps, struggling to maintain control even as he brings us both closer to the edge. “I’m so close, mate.”
“Me too, Aksel,” I pant, gripping onto him as if my life depends on it. “Don’t stop, please.”
With one final surge of passion, we both climax together, our cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.
As I shudder in his arms, I can feel the darkness within Aksel beginning to stir. He channels it through his touch, pushing tendrils of his dark magic into me. The sensation is unnerving but also thrilling. A foreign energy that now binds us together.
“Your turn, Anna,” he murmurs, offering me his neck. “Mark me as yours.”
My instincts take over, and I sink my fangs into Aksel’s flesh, drawing his rich, powerful blood into my mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating and overwhelms my senses.
“Anna,” he gasps, his voice strained but full of devotion.
