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And then I knew his intention. His drove two fingers into me, and I cried out into his mouth, breathless and lightheaded while he finger-fucked me, driving me to the edge. I trembled. Tumbled. It took a moment for me to realize I was on my back again, with him over me, still kissing me, still pushing me toward release with his insidious determination, three digits stretching and filling me, his thumb abusing my clit with exactly the right pressure.
My climax rushed toward me, a sense of panic with it since I couldn’t get enough breath. I wailed into Axel’s mouth, arching under him and clawing at his back, my world graying as I came. A euphoric rush surged through me when he pulled back, and I gasped for air, the sudden oxygen making me lightheaded. Tremors still wracked over me. My thighs squeezed his hips as he wedged himself into their cradle, forcing them wider. I moaned at the feel of his cock nocking into place at my opening, the metal of his piercing taunting me with the sensation to come.
“There’s so much I want to do to you,” he said. “But I can’t wait. I need in you.”
“Yes! I want you now. Please. Oh, please.”
He brushed his lips over mine again, this time not lingering before he moved to my ear. “You feel like lava kissing my tip. So hot and wet. Oh…fuck…” he muttered as he started to push forward. “Fuck…fuck…you’re so tight.”
I gasped at the feeling of him stretching me, the apa piercing dragging along my walls, two extra ribs of pleasure. Holy…wow! I’d forgotten just how amazing he felt.
“God, Axel. You’re so…”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby. You gonna be a good girl and take all of this big cock.”
“Give it to me,” I begged.
“Oh, I’m gonna. You’re getting every inch.” He surged forward, filling me to his hilt, so deep it almost hurt as he hit against my cervix.
“You okay?” he asked, stilling when I gasped.
“It’s perfect. So perfect. Don’t stop.”
Our words slipped away as he started a slow pistoning that gradually built in speed until we were crashing together, the sturdy headboard of our bed slamming into the wall in steady, rapid thumps that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. I met him drive for drive, his pubis grinding against my clit with each forward movement.
Stars flew in front of my vision while tension coiled in my middle. Spasms started through me. My cries mixed with Axel’s as he rocketed toward his own release. As I tumbled over, hugging him to me, the friction of his chest hair almost too much to bear against my hardened nipples, I heard his sharp exhale of breath. Then warmth flooded me as he thrust deep once more and came.
Keeping his weight off me by resting on his elbows, he kept kissing me. On my lips, my temple, my neck and shoulders.
“I love you, Bristol. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. I’ve missed you.” My hand stroked over his damp hair. “I don’t ever want to lose you again.”
“You won’t. No matter what I have to do, you won’t.” Turning us, he cuddled me into him. My hand rested beside my cheek on his chest, making small circles while I listened to his racing heart calm. His fingers caressed up and down my side, lifting small goosebumps, but filling me with warm, fuzzy prickles while a golden glow surrounded us.
“What’s this?” he asked, tracing his finger back and forth on the front of my hip. My eyes closed. I didn’t have to look to know his thumb was moving over the ink just below my bikini line. Over the indelibly marked date, almost four months after he’d left Cherish Cove. Of course, he’d seen it when we stripped. He knew every part of me. We’d been frenzied before, but now his curiosity was free.
I couldn’t answer, my throat closing around the rock that suddenly developed there. The moment had been so perfect. But now…
“Bristol,” he insisted, more urgently. “Whatisthis? What does it mean?”
Pulling from his arms, I sat up. My ankles loosely crossed, I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them while I stared at him. Why had I never thought I’d have to have this conversation? Of course, he’d ask. Of course, he’d notice.
“Axel…”
“Tell me,” he demanded, sitting up. Tension reignited through him, and his eyes swam with worry. I didn’t had to say another word for him to know this was bad. He knew me that well. The connection between us had always been so strong—until it hadn’t been.
“After…after you left,” I started. “I-I spiraled, and I was at loose ends. Unsure what to do or how to move forward.”
His brows furrowed. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No. Not like that. I… I just… I went to work. I came home. I hated it here, but I couldn’t bring myself to move away from Cherish Cove. Sometimes, I ate. Mostly, I didn’t because I was sick a lot.”
“I’m sorry. I—”
“I know,” I interrupted, putting my hand on his naked thigh. There was nothing sexual about our touches now, though. “We’ve hashed this, and I didn’t want to tell you about what a mess I was after you left. Everything’s been bad enough without that added layer. But…I was shattered.”
His eyes closed, his skin seeming to blanch. “No wonder you hated me.”
