Page 122 of Zimyra

“I feel okay.”

“Just okay?” I ask, then leave a kiss on both cheeks before landing on her forehead.

She nods and says, “It’s different, but I want it.”

I grin and say, “Same.”

She smiles briefly, then lifts her head to kiss me. She locks her hand behind my neck and pulls me down while our mouths are still connected.

I move a little more, rocking gently while we kiss, giving her a little more.

The bed covers rustle beneath us.

I give her a little more.

Her moans increase.

I give her a little more.

The way she clenches me effortlessly pushes me toward my undoing. The way I move push her to hers.

I give her a little more.

She whimpers. “Axel.”

My name is caught in the love sounds emanating from her throat, telling me she’s near.

She frowns.

Scowls.

She mumbles something incoherent.

Her eyes slam close.

Her mouth gapes open.

Her body quivers.

She screams for me.

Squeezes me.

Screams more.

I give her a little more.

And then I watch with pride as she comes completely undone beneath my body and as she does, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “That’s a good girl. You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?”

She smiles through her pants – through this feeling no one has ever given her before. She basks in it with a flushed face, completely spent, tired, exhausted, and in the most beautiful agony I’ve ever seen.

I’m triggered.

Like a chain of landmines, her explosion triggered one inside me. I try with all my might to constrain the groan that wants to grow into an all-out scream, but it’s of no use. I topple over, my stomach vacuuming as the force rams my body and draws everything out of me.

“Myra!”

Everything goes dark. For a moment, I don’t see a thing, then her face comes into view.

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