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I don’t know how long we lie there. His hand moves through my hair, and his chest rises and falls under my cheek. The sobs finally stop, and my breathing is finally even again.

I’ve been fucked before. Mostly by frat boys who thought they knew what they were doing and didn’t. None of it was this. None of it left me shaking and crying. Or wanting more at the same time, knowing it will never be enough.

He ruined me tonight. I fucking let him. I begged him to.

And I’ll fucking kneel for my king again and again.

CHAPTER 19

SAYLOR

Axl’s teeth sink into the left side of my neck, making a new bite mark, and I moan into the bed. He’s got my ass in the air and my face shoved into the mattress. He’s already made me come twice this round and filled my pussy once.

“One more, little heathen.” He drives into me harder, and his hand snakes around my hip, and his fingers find my clit. “Give me one more before I fill my cunt again.”

I’m so sore I can barely feel my legs. Every inch of my body is covered in marks—bite marks, bruises, rope burns on my wrists and thighs. He used me off and on all night, and he hasn’t given me a break this morning. I don’t want him to stop.

My third orgasm hits, and I choke beneath his hold. He groans behind me and buries himself deep. His cock pulses as he comes inside me again. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve fucked since the hunt last night.

He pulls out and releases the belt he had around my thighs. I collapse flat onto the mattress. My legs are shaking, and I can feel his cum dripping out of me onto the sheets.

Then his hands grip my thighs and spread them apart. His mouth is on me before I can move. I jerk and try to pull away because I’m too sensitive, but he holds me down.

He drags his tongue through the mess he left inside me, lapping up his own cum. Then he pushes his tongue inside me, slow, pressing it deep, pushing everything back in.

“Axl—oh my god—”

He does it again. His tongue scoops what’s dripping out of me and pushes it back where he put it. Over and over, his hands pinning my thighs open, until he’s satisfied that nothing is going anywhere.

He presses a kiss to my clit and climbs up my body, his legs straddling my back. His mouth is in my ear, and his lips brush against my skin, making me shiver.

“That’s going to drip out of you all morning, baby.” He bites my earlobe. “So you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to until I fill it again. There won’t be a day that goes by that you aren’t full of my cum. We’ll start working on that ass next.”

He kisses my shoulder and then rolls off of me while I lie there face down in the sheets trying to remember how to breathe. My body is wrecked in the best way, and I can feel him leaking out of me even after what he just did with his tongue.

His phone buzzes on the nightstand. He grabs it and reads the screen, and he releases an annoyed exhale through his nose.

“Fuck. I have to go.” He’s already off the bed, pulling clothes from his closet. My things should be delivered today, so I’ll have clothes of my own. “The Sinclairs called a meeting.”

I roll onto my side and watch him get dressed. His tatted muscles ripple as he pulls on a pair of boxers, followed by dark blue jeans.

“How long will you be gone?” My voice comes out too whiny for my liking. I sound like a needy bitch, and I hate it.

“I don’t know.” He pulls a dark gray Henley over his head and pushes up the sleeves to show off his muscular, tanned, tattoo-covered forearms. Fuck, why does he have to be so goddamn hot?

My pussy is leaking with his cum, and I’m ready to go against every sore muscle in my body and crawl across the fucking floor to him to beg for more.

He comes back to the bed and leans down, gripping my jaw. “Stay here in the suite. You don’t go anywhere without me.”

I huff and jerk my chin out of his hold. “Why? What could possibly happen if you all are busy with a meeting.” I’m enjoying the pent-up way he’s using my body, but I’ll go crazy if I can only stare at these walls for the next year. “What the fuck am I supposed to do in here while you’re gone?”

Axl grabs my throat and pulls me to him. “What the fuck did I just say, Saylor?”

“To stay here.”

“And I mean that shit. Your brother’s suite is the next door over, so text Kynlee to join you here.” He presses his mouth to mine for a quick kiss and then quickly bites my bottom lip. He sets my phone beside me on the bed, and I realize he must have taken it last night. “But only open the door for her and stay in here until I get back.”

I sigh. “Fine.”