Page 130 of Zimyra

“It’s about time you woke up,” he says, rolling over on top of me until his warm, masculine body completely covers mine. He stretches my arms in the air and grazes his teeth across my neck before sinking them into my breast.

“Ah…mmm…Axel,” I gasp. I’m not even fully awake and this man’s insatiable appetite has my back rising from the bed.

“I know my name,” he taunts. “Say something else.” He bites my neck.

I don’t know what he wants me to say because words are difficult to form at the moment. Sounds – that’s all I can produce, especially when he positions himself between my thighs and claims my body like he’s the owner of my social security number. He’s incredibly gifted, and I’m glad he’s mine. I can’t imagine being this way with anyone else.

“I told you about closing your eyes. Look at me.”

I open my eyes to find his heat-seeking ones, bearing down on me. He bites his lips as he moves his body in ways he knows will rock me to my core. I hold on, feeling the ridges of his back muscles beneath my fingertips.

He lowers his lips to mine and whispers, “Say you’re mine.”

After moans leave my mouth, I say, “You know that already.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he says, then kisses the tip of my nose.

“I’m yours,” I say. “I’m yours, Axel. All yours.”

It’s not until I say those words that I realize the power of words when we’re making love. They trigger something in my brain that trickles down to my heart and even further to the juncture of my thighs.

He swipes his tongue across my lips before diving into my mouth, pulling my tongue and kissing me senseless, spineless, and mindless. I’m a blob of nothing beneath him.

And he knows it. I’m completely at his mercy.

“Ah...Ah—Axel,” I say, feeling my body completely cave and then shatter. I see the sun, moon, and stars simultaneously. It’s only when I feel his lips touch mine that I leave the galaxy I traveled to and return to the bed where a hot body and firm muscles hold me in captivity. He groans in my ear and muffles a growl – well he tries to, anyway. Our sweaty bodies collide between the sheets as he pours into me.

My goodness.

It’s first thing in the morning and I’ve already had a workout.

Panting, he falls next to me and says, “You gon’ mess around and make me get you pregnant.”

I chuckle and say, “I think you said that wrong.”

“Nah. I’m right. You got me losing my mind.”

“Well, I hope you lost it enough for today because we have a long day ahead of us. I’ma need you to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

I get up from the bed, walk to the bathroom, and turn on the shower.

He says, “Don’t turn that water on scalding like you usually like it. I’m getting in with you.”

“Uh, no, you’re not.”

He grins.

I know what it means. It means he is getting in with me and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. I don’t mind taking a shower with him. The problem is, Axel Jennings can’t keep his hands off me. If we’re going to make it to the business gala he’s been talking up for the last week – saying it would introduce him to business associates here in Columbia – then I need energy to work the room and be present.

I turn on the shower and step under the lukewarm water. Closing my eyes, I let it run down my face and relax me. I hear the shower door open and watch as Axel steps behind me. He closes his arms around me and sinks his teeth into my right shoulder. His hands cup my breasts. I place my hands on top of his and lean my head to the right, giving him clearance to my neck. He drags his teeth across my skin and then walks forward so I move forward.

With my arms flat against the glass, he invades my space. I’m clawing for relief, but there is none. I’m completely at his mercy, and he gives me none of that. He takes me the way he needs me. It’s thorough. It’s mind-boggling that he has this much stamina. He’s a pro and I’m his understudy.

“Axel!” I scream as waves wash through me while he tears me into two equal parts.

“I’m right behind you, baby,” he utters, then groans loudly in the confines of my shower walls.

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