"Touch me. Like you did before. I need—"
I slide my hand inside her underwear, find her clit, and she nearly collapses. I catch her with my other arm, hold her up while I work her with my fingers.
"You're so fucking wet," I mutter. "Been thinking about me?"
"Yes—oh God—"
"Tell me what you thought about." I slide two fingers inside her, and she gasps. "Tell me what you wanted."
"You—inside me—wanted you to—to finish—"
"Soon, baby. Soon I'll give you everything." I curl my fingers, find that spot that makes her see stars. "Right now, you're going to come on my hand like a good girl, and then we're going to figure out when I can have you properly."
"Can't—can't wait—"
"You will." I kiss her hard, work her faster. "Because when I finally fuck you, I want hours. Want to take my time. Want to make you scream so loud you forget your own name."
She's close. I can feel it in the way she's clenching around my fingers, the way her breathing's getting shorter, faster. I work her harder, my thumb on her clit, my fingers pumping, and she breaks.
Her orgasm hits hard. She bites down on my shoulder to keep from screaming, her whole body shaking, and I work her through it until she's sobbing.
When she comes down, she's trembling in my arms. “Oh my goodness…”
We stand there, breathing hard, and I want to ask her a thousand questions. Who is she really? What world does she come from? Why does she look at me like I'm something worth keeping when everyone else sees a monster?
But I don't. Because I'm a coward, and I'd rather have these stolen moments than risk the truth.
"Axel," she says quietly. "I need to tell you something."
Here it comes.
"I'm leaving," she continues. "In two days. Going back home."
The words hit like a punch to the gut.
I try to process what that means; we won’t get to see each other again. Is that it?
"In two days," I repeat.
"Two days." She touches my face, soft. "That's all we have. After that, I go back to my life, and you go back to yours, and we pretend this never happened."
Everything in me rebels against that idea. Two days isn't enough. Isn't nearly enough.
But what choice do I have?
"Then we make the most of it," I say roughly. "Tomorrow night. My penthouse. I'll send the address to your hotel room."
"Okay."
"And Aurora?" I tilt her chin up, make her meet my eyes. "When you come to me tomorrow, I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to give you everything you asked for. Understand?"
Her eyes go dark. "Promise?"
"Fucking promise."
I kiss her one more time, then force myself to step back. Fix her dress, smooth her hair, make her look presentable.
"Go back first," I tell her. "I'll follow in a few minutes."
