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She swallows noticeably, the sound loud above her breathing and my racing heart in the otherwise silent room. Fuck, I shouldn’t be saying this, shouldn’t be thinking these things. She’s sixteen. Barely fucking sixteen. She shouldn’t be making my dick so hard it hurts. And let’s not lie, it’s not like she magically turned sixteen and I suddenly got all interested in her. No, I’ve been waiting for the day I could claim Odile Kemp as mine pretty much since the first time I met her.
“Why are you here, Axel?” she asks softly.
“You didn’t come to my party.”
She shrugs.
“You didn’t get me a present.”
“I did.”
“I don’t want it.”
“So you got pissed at your party and then broke into my room, woke me up and told me you want to hurt me, all because you don’t want the present I got you for your birthday, which I was saving to give you tomorrow?” She sounds caught between annoyance, exasperation and amusement. I give her a rare lopsided smile as I stalk closer to her.
“I came to claim the only present I want for my birthday.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
My brain screams at me that this is a really bad idea but my dick is all ‘hell yeah let’s do this’ as I close the gap between us and silence any more questions by sealing my lips to hers.
It’s both the best thing I’ve ever done, and the worst. She tastes like the sweetest and most deadly apples, which is ironic as fuck because Odile Kemp has always been my biggest temptation and my greatest downfall. But I’m damned if I can walk away from her in a few hours’ time without finally claiming her for myself.
I don’t expect her to kiss me back, but when she loops her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, I don’t hesitate. We crash back onto her mattress as our tongues tangle and I kick off the covers so that I can feel as much of her skin pressed against me as possible. It’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough.
My hands run all over her body, learning her curves and sweet spots, and she parts her silken thighs for me to settle between them. It doesn’t matter that I’m fully clothed and she’s in tiny little sleep shorts, it still feels like coming home. This is where I belong, not heading up some empire that I never asked for.
A low groan of frustration leaves me when Peony pushes me away. I fight her for a moment before moving to kiss her neck. She whimpers and my dick dances to the sounds she makes for me. I pull off my T-shirt, tossing it over my shoulder.
“Axel,” she moans, her hands running over my skin like holy water in a baptism.
Fuck my name sounds like a prayer on her lips.
“Axel—”
Somewhere in the distance, a car door slams.
“Fuck, Peony.”
I slide her top up and trail kisses down her chest before pausing, torn between which nipple to taste first.
“Axel, stop,” she groans.
But her body is saying something completely different to her mouth.
A door closes softly and then a creak within the house has Peony turning to stone beneath me.
“Axel! Stop!” she hisses, pushing hard on my shoulders this time to make sure I obey her command. “My mum's home! You have to go!”
I open my mouth to disagree with her but then the floorboards outside Peony’s room squeak and we both freeze. I don’t know how my chest can be moving so fast while I simultaneously hold my breath.
“Odi? You awake baby?” Her mum calls through the door. The handle rattles.
“Just having a drink, mum, sorry,” Peony calls, snapping the light out and pulling the covers over the both of us. Good thinking. I crush my body against hers so that if her mum does come in, the lump under the duvet hopefully looks like one person. She moans so lightly in my ear that I want to explode.
