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We writhe in a tangle on the wall’s surface, mouths gravitating together and limbs intertwined. I’ll never get enough of her. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to live up to the image she has of me. Even then, it won’t balance the scales.

“I’m close.” Air rasps in and out of my throat.

“Together?”

Teeth clenched, I power into her in a reckless manner. “Give me one more.”

Plaster creaks and protests from the weight of my thrusting. I want her limping when we walk out of here. From the pain in my midsection, I will be too. It still won’t stop me from drinking my fill of her.

Pressure builds under my shaft then carries me towards an inevitable climax. There’s no fighting it off. My entire body locks tight, prepared for some onslaught only my nervous system can see on the horizon.

Arms coiling around my neck for her nails to scrape over my scalp, the ticking time bomb lit within me reaches its pressure point. A scalding river of desire pours out of me to gush her sweet slit.

“Ember!”

“Oh, yes! Axel!”

“Give me everything, babe.”

Muscles tremble and lock around my cock, milking every last drop I have to offer. She’s falling apart just as spectacularly. The abyss greedily swallows us both without spitting up any remains.

Somehow, my face ends up hidden in the crook of her neck. Nothing but our pinned hips hold us both in position. The idea of collapsing on the dirty floor has never sounded so appealing.

“Don’t drop me,” Ember wheezes through short breaths.

“Think the wall is the only thing holding us up.”

“We probably could’ve picked a better place for it, huh?”

“Probably,” I huff out.

After catching our breath, I’m in better shape to slowly ease her down. Ember lands back on her feet with a wince, letting me step back to right my clothing. Jesus. Didn’t even fully undress before we tore into each other.

“Feel better?” She tugs her panties back up.

“Em…”

“I’m not asking for miracles, I know you’re overwhelmed. But when it gets to be too much, I’ll always be here to help you through it. Whether that’s through fighting, fucking or whatever else you need.”

“Fighting or fucking?” I bark out a laugh.

“Seems appropriate.” She grins back.

Belt buckle resealed, we gravitate together. She fits snugly into my chest for a close hold.

“I love you, dimples. You complete me.”

Her heart beats patterns in my chest, fluttering like a butterfly.

“I love you, Ax.”

“Even on a bad day?” I joke, but with a little insecurity.

“Especially on your bad days.”

CHAPTER 17

EMBER