Page 74 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He felt the exact moment her body tightened and froze, then spasmed. Felt her cunt pulsing beneath his lips, beneath his tongue as he sucked, prolonging her pleasure while she screamed his name.

Fuck, but it was the best feeling in the world, knowing what he’d just done.

He wasn’t one to gloat. And yet, he had the intense desire to run outside and rip his shirt from his chest like a madman. To shout to the world that he’d just made his woman come on his tongue—with nothing but his tongue. And he’d done it in under five minutes.

As she came down from the high, he slowed his strokes.

Then he pulled his face away reluctantly, to look at her. The flush on her skin was a thing of beauty. The way her chest heaved, peaked nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

“Less than five minutes,” he pointed out. “You’re the physicist. So correct me if my math is wrong. But if I plan to do this for several hours—let’s say three—so that’s what? Twelve orgasms an hour? Thirty six in total? Do you need to check my work, Professor?”

Her laugh was bright and joyous. “You did not just do that.”

“Make you come all over my face?”

“No. I mean. Yes. But, you did not just math me.”

“Might have. How’d I do?”

“Oh, my God.” She ran her hands over her face.

“That good huh? Perfect.” He lowered his head and began eating her cunt again.

“Axel. Come on. I already just came.”

“Point being?” The words were spoken around the strokes of his tongue as she squirmed beneath him. Her hands tangled in his hair to try and stop him.

“I just came,” she repeated.

“I’m well aware. Loved it, by the way. Ready for another.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“But…” She trailed off.

He pulled back and looked at her. “Has no one ever made you come twice before? More than twice?”

Her lips pressed into a line and she shook her head. “That kind of thing happens in romance books. Not real life.”

“This looks a lot like real life to me, sweetheart. Now be quiet and lay back down.”

“But I can’t.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” He lifted a brow in challenge. When she didn’t respond, he said, “That’s what I thought.” Then set about eating her cunt all over again. And this time, he let his fingers join the fun.

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My mind was spinning with bliss as I came down from my third orgasm, begging for a break. Axel had used his fingers for the last two, alternating between shallow caresses and deep thrusts while he worked my clit. I couldn’t think. Barely remembered my name.

It was Rebecca, wasn’t it?

Or was it sweetheart, because that’s what he’d been calling me repeatedly. Actually, I think I liked sweetheart better. The endearment felt special, especially after what Axel had entrusted me with. His past. His trauma. His story.

The late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the cabin’s window, making this moment feel all the more magical.