Page 54 of Despair

“Look at me,” she demanded. He rolled his head back to her and opened drowsy eyes. The fever was back. She could virtually see her pheromones take hold of him. “Let me.”

“Fuck, you’re hot, minha margarida.” Lust-drenched eyes traveled over her. “You’re everything I need.”

He gave over control. She almost dropped to her knees but wanted to see the change come over him. She wanted to know what effect she had. Wanted to see him come undone in her hand. Wanted to know she could have a feel-good effect on someone. With one hand on his shoulder, pinning his bulk to the wall, and the other hand fisted around his velvety hard length, she pumped him hard.

His eyes rolled. Fluttered. And she loved it.

“Too fast,” he gasped.

She shook her head, spraying water. She kept going. He was so hot beneath her touch. So indomitably masculine. This powerful body carried people out of burning buildings. He’d carried her out of the storm drain. For her, he melted. He gasped. Panted. Struggled to breathe.

“Daze—” His breath hitched, panicking as he approached climax.

His lower stomach clenched. He swore, bit his lip, and then he spurted white, ropy jets over her fist and stomach. When he was done, his gaze darkened, and he smeared his release over her stomach with possessive pride. She squeezed him, as if to say, That was because of me. Take note.

His jaw hardened when he met her gaze. Uh-oh. He didn’t look happy. He’d wanted to savor this, but she went fast. She grinned, touched her tongue to her upper teeth, teasing him.

“Your turn,” he ground out, voice gravelly. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard you’ll see stars.”

He picked her up, twisted their positions and flattened her against the wall. The rush thrilled her to the bone. An element of danger buzzed off his skin and she was here for it.

“I like this,” she breathed, eyes drinking him in. She’d never had weak lovers. They had to keep up with her. Axel was exactly what she didn’t know she wanted. Some distant part of her had to wonder if this was fate.

If fate was real.

It was one thing to pair her with someone biologically, but in carnal need? In passion? How could Gloria have known this person was her match in every way?

He was strong, domineering, relentless. He held her face in his hands and crushed her lips with a brutal kiss, forcing her mouth to open, plundering with his tongue. He roughly squeezed her breast, plucked her nipple until she cried out, and then dropped to his knees.

“Axel,” she gasped. She clawed his head.

He growled against her mound, then lifted her leg over his shoulder and spread her with his fingers. His mouth hovered an inch away from where she needed it, and he looked up. Pure, masculine entitlement scalded her. Hard, irreproachable, and unwavering eyes pinned her.

“This is for me.” He tossed her own words back at her. Except, where hers was a question, his was a declaration. An understanding. He inserted his fingers and thrust into her. “Only me.”

She nodded. Tugged his hair. A wild grin split his face and then he licked between her legs. His tongue flicked her clit relentlessly, harshly, just as cruelly as she’d worked him. She cried out at the sensations throttling her, choking her, blinding her. God, yes.

She felt alive.

She felt… wanted. Needed so badly that he couldn’t control himself.

“Axel,” she sputtered through water spray as her climax started to build. Not yet.

“Too wet,” he said, drawing back. “I want to taste you, not water.”

He shoved her an inch to the side, out of the stream, and then reinserted his fingers into her, using his thumb to work her as his tongue had. His long-lashed gaze lifted to study her with smug satisfaction as she squirmed on his hand, just as she had watched him.

Something about this connection clicked another broken piece into place. He was the same as her… somewhere deep inside. This man meeting her pound-for-pound was hers to keep.

Sensation built, rising like a tidal wave. Her eyes rolled. The back of her head hit the tiles.

“Eyes to me, Daze,” Axel growled. “Look at the person making you come.”

Feverish, and hot all over, Daisy locked eyes with him. She moaned loudly as her orgasm crested. Felt her body shift outward. The floor tilted. Water exploded, splashing the entire bathroom. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what had happened. Her vision blurred. Her mind drifted. And then Axel stood, running his strong grip along her thighs to hold her up with a proud smirk gracing his lips.

“What happened?” she gasped.

“You happened. Or should I say, I happened to you.” He caressed her hips, over her still quivering stomach, and then gave a proprietary squeeze of her breasts. She bit back a moan at her sensitive nipples and her reaction only deepened the masculine entitlement she saw in his eyes. “Your gift, Daze. You released it when you… unloaded.”

“I did?”

He kissed her, tasted her lips, and then smiled against them. “I like it.”

She drew his lip between her teeth and pressed down. His chuckle came out a breathy grunt through his nose. Finally coming down from her high, she saw the mess she’d made. Water from the shower now dribbled down every inch of the bathroom. It was as if she’d turned the shower head and sprayed it like a fire hose. God damn, she needed to work on the telekinesis. It was definitely there. No turning back.

“We should get out,” she murmured and made to move.

“Oh, no.” He tugged her back. “We’re not done yet.”

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