Page 87 of Imprisoned

Willow turns in my lap, straddling me now, her eyes dark pools making her look fucking ethereal with the blush spreading across her cheeks.

“You still with me?” I murmur, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

She nods, biting her lip as she grinds against me. “Always.”

The plane hits turbulence, jolting us, but I hold her steady. Nothing matters now but this—not the cops we left behind, not the uncertain future ahead. Just Willow’s body against mine as I claim her, marking her as mine.

I grab the waistband of Willow’s pants, never breaking eye contact as I start pulling them down. Her blue eyes widen with that perfect concoction of fear and hunger I’ve grown addicted to.

“Lift up,” I command, my voice rough with need.

She obeys instantly, rising slightly on her knees to let me slide the fabric down her thighs. The plane jolts through another patch of turbulence, and she grabs my shoulders to steady herself.

“Good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her with a bite to her exposed neck that makes her whimper.

Her pants catch around her ankles, and I growl in frustration, yanking harder until they’re free. I toss them aside, not caring where they land in the cramped cabin. Her panties are simple black cotton—practical, not fancy—but seeing them on her drives me wild anyway.

“These too.” I hook my fingers under the elastic, deliberately dragging my knuckles against her dripping pussy.

Willow gasps, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Axel...”

I tear the thin fabric down her legs, not gentle anymore. Can’t be gentle. Need her too fucking much.

My violent nature has gone completely silent. No raging, no urges for destruction. Just a single-minded focus on claiming what’s mine.

“I need you to look at me,” I demand when her eyes flutter closed.

She does, pupils blown wide. Her thighs quiver as she hovers above me, waiting. My hands grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises—marks that will remind her who she belongs to.

“Say it.” My fingers dig deeper into her soft skin. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she proclaims, her voice breaking. “Only you, Axel.”

Something possessive roars through me at her words. I release one hip long enough to unzip my pants, the sound obscenely loud in the small space.

“Mine,” I growl, positioning her above me. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

I position her above me, so close I could scream with need. The plane shudders through another patch of turbulence. Still, I barely notice—my entire world has narrowed to Willow.

We both gasp as I fill her. Her walls clench around me, hot and tight and perfect. We’re frozen like that for a moment. Her blue eyes are frantic, full of need for me.

“Feel that?” I ask, keeping my voice low enough that only she can hear me. “This is what freedom feels like.”

She nods, unable to speak, as I grip her hips and guide her into a slow rhythm. The tiny movements of the plane add to the sensation, each bump and dip intensifying the friction between us.

There’s only Willow. Only this moment, suspended miles above the earth. Only the feeling of finally, finally being free.

I slide one hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair. I pull, forcing her head back to expose the pale column of her throat. The marks I left earlier are already darkening into bruises—my claim on her skin for anyone to see.

I guide Willow’s hips in a slow, torturous rhythm, watching her bite her lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. There’s something fucking intoxicating about taking her like this—out in the open with Tommy and the pilot just feet away, backs rigid as they pretend not to hear what’s happening.

“Eyes forward,” I remind Tommy when his head starts to turn at the sound of Willow’s muffled moan. He snaps back to attention immediately. Smart kid.

The knowledge that we’re being deliberately ignored only heightens everything. The tension in the cabin is thick enough to cut.

“They can hear everything,” I purr against Willow’s ear, feeling her clench around me at my words. “Every sound you make. Every slick slide of me inside you.”

She buries her face in my neck, trying to muffle herself, but I grab her hair and pull her head back.

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