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He considers for a beat, his pulse thundering in his throat, visible when I glance down. “I came here because I didn’t want you to think I was disrespectful enough to leave you hanging. But I’m not here to have sex with you, Hannah.” He wraps his hand around the front of my neck and lifts me just an inch off the floor. High enough to make me whimper. To make my heart thunder with adrenaline and desire. But not so high that I’m not still supporting my weight. “I won’t force you to give up something you offered only because you expected me to decline.”
“You’re not even making sense.” Tears burn the backs of my eyes. Not because I’m sad, but because I’m needy. Throbbing. Wanting. “You want me, but you won’t have me because I’m—which is it? Too young? Too inexperienced? Coerced? Was I tricked? Are you the villain in my life, Axel, and I don’t even realize it yet?”
“You’re…” His perfect silver eyes flitter back and forth between mine, and the pad of his thumb traces lines across the front of my throat. “You’re perfect,” he sighs. “And I’m gonna be the villain if you let me in.”
Frustrated, exhausted with his martyr act, I slam my eyes closed and cut him off. “Jesus, Axel. You’re—”
“But maybe there’s a compromise.” Strong, steady on his bad leg, Axel pushes up to stand and drags me up with a hand wrapped around my neck.
The violence of his move stuns me, but his confidence has me springing to my feet and twisting on my heels when he turns us.
Breathless, wondering what his plan is, I topple back when he pushes me, and land on my bed with athwumpso the covers puff up around me.
I shove up to my elbows in search of the man I want to follow me onto the bed, only to choke on the oxygen in my lungs when he lowers to his knees where I was a moment ago.
“I can cross a line and make you scream.” He reaches up and unsnaps my jeans so the sound echoes in my room. Or maybe my soul. “I can smell your desire, Hannah. I know how much you need this. So let me make you come.” He drags my jeans down and reveals black cotton panties that don’t match my aqua-colored bra. “Let me make you feel better.” His voice is hoarse and gravelly, which only makes the slick wetting my panties come heavier. “Let me taste you.” He slips his fingers in the band of my panties and glances up between my legs to meet my eyes.
His are hungry. Dark and hooded.
But when I nod my consent, he tears my underwear away with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. “Oh god.” I stare up at my ceiling and press the heels of my palms to my eyes. To block out the image of Axel fricken Feeney being eye-to…slit with my vagina.
I want this. There’s no denying it. But that doesn’t make this moment any less nerve-wracking.
“Axel…”
“You aren’t allowed to touch me, though.” He tosses my jeans and panties aside, then rests his palms flat on the insides of my thighs to force me open.
Wide.
Wider, until there’s nothing left for me to hide.
“Tonight isn’t for me,” he grits past his own needs. “It’s not for me to come. But I can give you what you need, Sullivan. Then you can go on with life tomorrow, knowing there’s nothing all that thrilling hidden behind the curtain. You’ll have your questions answered.”
Without warning, he lowers between my legs and slides his tongue past my folds, drawing a cry from deep in my chest.
My back bows and my hips shoot into the air. But he’s quick. Strong. And shoves me down again so I’m pinned to the mattress.
“Axel!”
“You taste so good.” He brings his tongue all the way down until the tip flirts with my ass, then he slides it up and steals whatever common sense I thought I had left. Instead, my brain focuses only on how I shiver, and pleasure washes free of my body, messing my bed. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
And yet, he slides his fingers between my folds and finds that perfect spot inside that makes me whimper. I shove my fist against my mouth and bite, purely so I don’t make the neighbors worry when I cry out.
“You’re so tight.” He strokes two thick fingers in, then he pulls them out again, and brings with them a wash of pleasure that might embarrass me tomorrow, when I’m reliving this moment. “So fucking tight,” he groans. “You would crush me in the best way.”
“So let me.” My breath shudders as he dives in and replaces his fingers with his tongue. My hips jerk under his hand, and my thighs tremble and search for a body to wrap around. “Let us have this night. Oh god!” I exhale and cum, only to cry when he laps me up and teases the sensitive skin between my pussy and my anus.
He uses my pleasure to slick his way. To lubricate his finger and tease the edges of my ass so electricity fires to my every nerve ending.
“Let us be together, Axel. Please.”
He slips his fingers inside and turns his face, biting my thigh hard enough to make me scream. But when I reach down and fist his hair, to control his movements, to control my pleasure, he only bites again so I know when I look tomorrow, I’ll find a bruise. Stubble burn. Teeth marks I’ll be tempted to tattoo there forever.
“Axel…”
“I don’t say no to hurt you, Han.” He brings his lips to my pulsing clit and suckles until I throw my head back. Until the muscles in my throat stretch taut. “I say it because it’s what’s best for you.”
“Stop telling me what’s best for me.” I shove up straight and yank his head back with my fingers in his hair. Looking down, I find me, glistening on his lips. His chin.
