Page 76 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

He half growled, half chuckled. Every touch of his tongue sent sparks shooting through my core. The aftershocks of my orgasm hadn’t faded, and I felt myself clenching anew. Only this time, I was empty, completely wrung out.

I groaned. “I can’t—not another.”

“You’re turning down an orgasm? What the fuck reality is this?” he grumbled in complaint before continuing his slow, gentle strokes against my sex.

“I’m… I need… Take pity on me, please.” My stomach chose that moment to make the most embarrassing growl. I pressed a hand over it, mortified by the buzz killing moment.

Because we’d never eaten lunch. And the clock showed it was nearing 4:30pm.

Axel’s expression fell as he immediately darted up. He looked down at my stomach. Then⁠—

“Fuck. I forgot to feed you.”

“It’s all right.”

“I suppose a break might be good. But I still have a few more hours left to spend with your perfect pussy. I’m not letting you off the hook.”

A laugh burst from my chest. Never. I’d never had a man like this.

“What about you?” I bit my lower lip. “We haven’t gotten to play with you yet.”

I suddenly felt selfish. He’d bared his heart to me. Surely relief would help, if he allowed me to please him. And I very, very much wanted to.

“This was about you, sweetheart, not me.”

“But—”

“Not today, Rebecca.” The way he said it, serious but not unkind, made me drop it. For now.

“All right. How about some dinner then? I want to cook, since you’ve done nothing but cook since I arrived.”

He studied me, thoughtful. “I can allow it. So long as I get your pussy for dessert later.”

My heart surged, taking off at a gallop. The way he talked. No shame. Just blunt openness. I wasn’t used to it.

“All right.” The words were a little shy. He was still clothed, which left me feeling a bit exposed. “But maybe you could ditch the shirt next time?”

“I can do that. Come.” He rose from the bed, holding out his hand. After I stood, he went over to the chest of drawers, removing one of his flannel shirts, neatly folded. “You’ll be comfortable in this.”

I bit my lip, watching him. It was totally a caveman thing—him wanting me in his clothes. I slipped the shirt on, doing up a few of the buttons. It was delightfully soft against my sensitive skin. It was also like ten sizes too big, ending at the middle of my thighs.

Axel’s eyes heated as he took in the sight of me. When he licked his lips, I couldn’t help but watch. Wanting to kiss him again.

But, biology called.

I fished out a clean pair of undies and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Axel was in the great room, tending to my bunnies when I emerged. “Gave them their dinner a little early, so you won’t have to fuss with it.”

“Thank you.”

“What would you like to cook?”

“Not sure what you have, actually.”

“There’s fish and a few other meats in the freezer. Whatever’s in the pantry. Plus the greenhouse.”

“Let me have a look around.” I was fairly familiar with what he kept on hand. Still, I had a look, formulating a plan. “I think I’ll need a few things from the greenhouse.”