Page 125 of Ravaged For You

“You’re the only girl for me,” he says. “The only one I need.”

“Then show me,” I command with a smirk.

Taking his time, Axel soothingly thrusts. Filling me. Playing with me. All I want is his power and he’s giving me his heart.

“I’m going to do this nice and slow,” he says. “I want to feel all of you. I want to understand you. I want to savor every part of you, Maddie.”

“You have me completely.”

“You’re mine,” he says once again. Those words take me back to the first time we had sex. Back in his hotel. Back when we were still faking what we had between us. Time has changed. This is so fucking real.

“I’m yours,” I affirm breathlessly.

With my words, Axel groans and tunnels in deep with one powerful thrust. He practically drives me up the wall with his strength. My eyes go wide, and my mouth opens in a surprised gasp. Axel shuts me up with a long kiss on my exposed neck. His teeth nibble at my skin. I let out a contentment sigh.

“I love you, Maddie Leaver.”

Those words hit me more than anything.

“Say that again,” I say. “Repeat it like you did outside.”

Axel grins and lifts his head to my ear.

“I love you,” he whispers over and over. “I love you. I love you.”

Hearing that sentence sends a chill of delight down my spine.

Axel lets go of my wrists, and his free hand drops to my pussy. Both his hands are there now. I grab his shoulders for support as his fingers glide towards my clit.

My whole body twists when he circles my engorged sex. He finds my clit and tenderly teases it to boiling point.

“That feels so good,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

“Beg for it, Maddie.”

“Please don’t stop, Axel.”

“That’s better, my girl. My good girl.”

His hips move faster now. I can tell he’s close to finishing. He’s holding himself back.

But I can’t give too much thought to that. The tips of his fingers are doing too much with my sex. My own hands grip even tighter around his muscular shoulders. Axel doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest that my nails are probably starting to scratch him in unrestrained pleasure.

“I fucking love you, Maddie.”

Oh God, those words…

“Keep saying that,” I say. “You’re going to make me climax saying just that.”

That spurs on the man.

“I love you, Maddie. I love you. I love you.”

I can’t take it anymore. My core rocks with his thrusting cock and his fingers dancing on my clit as I’m brought to a sudden and powerful orgasm against the wall of my new condo.

Love is one hell of an aphrodisiac.

This is certainly not fake.