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A whimper escaped me. I fisted his dress shirt and brought him closer to me, until our bodies were flush. The masculine scent of him wafted over me, cedar and that intoxicating scent of a wide-open Kentucky night. That was what Axel represented to me. Manliness. Freedom. Safety. He was a beacon for me. One that would never dim or dull. “I just wantyou.”
My words washed over him in visible waves. His edges softened, like butter on a hot plate. Axel dipped his head, bringing his mouth closer to mine.
“Just me, huh?” He paused, his lips a breath away. I could almost taste him. I yanked at the sides of his shirt again and he came crashing toward me, a practiced tumble against my mouth. Our lips met with precision, a dance we’d perfected and never forgotten. I welcomed him, relishing the warmth that snaked through my limbs, the sense of coming home. When Axel was near me, my body eased, my muscles unknotting for the first time in years.
His rough palm cupped the side of my face. Our kisses grew deep. Consuming. Electric. I whimpered for more, because no amount would ever be enough. I’d pushed him away all those years ago for his own good, but only because it had been the better of two evil options. Only a lifetime of these kisses could hope to restore the balance.
Axel kissed me hungrily. I felt the passion in my numbing lips, in the yank of my hair at the base of my neck, in the way his kisses migrated to the hollow of my neck. His teeth sank into the flesh there, a move we’d always called the hangry vampire. But Axel wasn’t hangry anymore. He was famished. Just like I was.
He growled through his kisses as he bit and sucked at my neck. I hoisted a leg, eager for him to fill the space there. I needed him against me. Filling me. Reminding me of the one solid thing I used to have in my world: his commitment to me. Tous. Axel gripped my face possessively, his fingers curling around the back of my neck while his thumb brushed over my chin. His other hand burned a trail down my body, tracing the curve of my waist, until he found the hem of my dress at the top of my thigh.
He pushed his fingertips beneath the fabric, his burning gaze issuing not so much a request as a demand. I arched myself closer to him, inviting all of it. The clock was ticking, and I didn’t intend to waste a precious second as his hand moved higher.
Axel hooked a thumb beneath the edge of my panties, at the same time tracing my bottom lip with his tongue.
“That’s where you want me, huh?” he asked, tugging at my panties. The fabric stretched tight against my pussy, flattening against my throbbing clit. When I didn’t answer, he tugged it tighter. I gasped.
“Right here?” he asked again.
“Please, Axel.” I writhed beneath him, desperate for more.
“What makes you think I even want to give it to you?”
I couldn’t help the husky laugh that rolled out of me. I reached between our bodies, finding the thick ridge of his arousal. I palmed the length of his cock through his slacks, even though it threatened to unravel me. “Yeah. Seems like you don’t.”
The air went taut between us. His fingertips dug into the back of my neck, and he jerked me forward into another sloppy tongue kiss. He bit my bottom lip so hard I almost cried out.
And then he plunged a finger inside me, unyielding and assured. He palmed the top of my mound, grinding the heel of his hand against my aching clit. Another finger pushed into me, and then he was pumping them in and out while his gaze danced over my face. The slip and slide of his fingers inside me sent me to dizzying heights. I’d only been fantasizing about this for an eternity.
“You’re dripping wet, Cora,” he murmured, his voice a guttural dream. “How fucking long have you been waiting for this? Hmm?”
I drew a shuddery breath, trying to find the strength to respond. “You know how long.”
In and out. He curled the fingers as he pushed inside me again, grinding his palm against my clit. I cried out as my knees wobbled, but he held me steady. I wasn’t going anywhere while I was in his arms.
He dipped down like he might kiss me. But instead he said, “I bet you want something else inside this tight little cunt, huh?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding like my life depended on it.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I arched against him. He pumped his fingers into me faster. Giving me just a little bit more of the friction I was begging for.
“You want me to push my cock into you so fucking slow, just like I used to, huh?” His breath was hot at my ear. “Remember when I’d take you from behind? Your perfect little ass in my hands, at that perfect angle. I’d fuck you until neither of us could walk.” He pressed his forehead against mine, his fingers making slippery circles around my clit now. The man hadn’t forgotten how to play me like an instrument. I was close now.
With Eli, he’d never once gotten me off with his fingers alone.
With Axel, all it took was a minute.
“Ohhhh, Axel,” I moaned, burying my face in his shoulder. My hips locked. My pussy throbbed. Every inch of my body sucked inward, waiting for the explosion of heat and bliss. “I’m so fucking close. I need you. I need you inside me.” I grabbed at his shirt, looking to anchor myself in preparation for the tidal wave that crested.
Axel laughed and withdrew his fingers. But he didn’t plunge them inside again. Instead, he disconnected from me.
Entirely.
He stepped. The fuck. Away.
Storm clouds roiled in his blue gaze, chest heaving like we’d been running a marathon instead of parked against the back hallway of La Fève.
