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She grimaces.

I see tears.

I hear moans.

It’s dark again.

I grab a handful of her hair and breathe against her neck.

My heartbeat matches the frequency of hers. We lie here soaked in our collective desires. Our love. Our passion. And I’m left completely stripped bare because I gave her everything.

CHAPTER 41

I’m up early in themorning. I’m supposed to be going to work to start the beginning of my last two weeks, but instead, I called Shantae to let her know I wouldn’t be coming and if she had any tours, she needed to take Mauricio with her. She told me she didn’t have any scheduled for the day and hopefully, it would stay like that for most of the week.

I take a shower, though I didn’t want to wash any remnants of last night away from my skin. After getting out, I moisturize my tired body and touch the passion marks Axel has left on my neck, my breasts, my stomach – all over my body. The sight of them stirs me, giving me flashbacks of making love to my husband. Every memory fills me with need. I desperately want more of him, but I’m going to cook breakfast and push my aching desires to the back burner. I wonder if he aches for me the same way I’m feenin’ for him, or is he used to this? It’s my first time. He’s probably not as wound up as I am.

I throw on a big T-shirt and step out of the bathroom. Axel is still in bed, so I’m careful not to make too much noise as I move about. Quietly pulling the bedroom door closed, I go to the kitchen and whip up a pancake batter. Then I put some bacon in the frying pan. Once that’s done, I cook the pancakes on a griddle and walk to the fridge to remove a carton of eggs.

That’s when I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. His smell – my goodness – it’s an aphrodisiac all on its own.

I smile and say, “Good morning to you, too.”

He doesn’t say a word. He lifts me up from behind and carries me over to the table. I place the eggs down and then, with my hands flat on the table, he pulls up my shirt and connects our bodies so quickly, I didn’t have time to brace myself.

“Ah!” I shriek. “Axel! Oh, my—”

It wasn’t until this moment I realized what people meant when they said pain was pleasure. This was one of those moments, and I was ready for whatever Axel wanted to give me.

He grips me tighter and owns my body with the kind of precision that comes with experience. I feel his love for me as equally as his lust and the primal desire to mate with me all wrapped up in his strokes. This wasn’t the same gentleman from last night who asked me if I was okay and made sure my first time was as painless as possible. No, this was a man who knew what I was able to handle now and treated me as such.

And here I was thinking his desire for me wouldn’t be as potent as it was last night. He must’ve read my mind because this is exactly what I wanted. I just didn’t know it would be courtesy of my kitchen table. It could’ve been the floor for all I cared. I just wanted him. And I have him.

“Ax,” I whimper, standing on my tiptoes while his hands grip my waist.

“Mmmm…Ax…Axel!” My body weakens and turns to mush.

He continued the task at hand, weakening me even further while keeping a steady rhythm that I had no way of keeping up with. My sensitivity leaves me with no energy. He has all the control now.

“Zimyra, baby,” he utters right before emptying and slumping down on top of my back, breathing heavily.

“Mmmm,” he hums, sounding relieved like he just released an ache. A burning desire. And now he struggles to catch his breath while we remain locked in this position.

When he’s finally able to, he releases me, slowly disconnecting us to my great dissatisfaction. He pulls me into his embrace, squeezes me from behind, and then spins me around so that I finally have the pleasure of seeing his face. His eyes. His mouth. His lips.

“Good morning,” he says, grabbing a fistful of my hair before leaning down, licking my lips before sucking them into his mouth. He kisses me deeply, with heavy strokes of his tongue bathing my throat.

When he releases me, I say, “Good morning, Axel.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. I was cooking breakfast before I wasinterrupted.”

“Go ahead and finish up,” he says, then slaps my butt. “I’ma take a shower real quick.”

“Okay.”

I sit across from him at the table where he just had me bent over. He eats like he hasn’t eaten in days. I take small bites, trying to figure out when to dive in with conversation and decide to just go for it. By the time I open my mouth to speak, he says, “Twice now, I’ve given you my babies. That’s a weird feeling for me.”

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