Page 51 of Vipers and Vendettas
‘You’re angry,’ he mutters.
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
I look at him in incredulity. ‘Because I love you, Axel, and this is because of me.’
‘No.’ He takes me by the shoulders. ‘This isn’t your fault. This was my decision.’
He swears under his breath and picks me up, impaling me on him.
I cry out, my pussy wet but not ready for the stretch of him.
I’m suddenly on my back on the bed, and he’s thrusting into me, holding my hands over my head.
He lets out a sound of pure, male gratification as he looks down at my breasts and bends down to lick them, not stopping his slow, almost languid plundering of my body.
I undulate under him as he bites my nipples gently while he draws his tongue over them, my hands fisting my pillow.
‘Faster,’ I mewl.
‘No,’ he growls. ‘I’m savoring this. I’ve earned it, baby.’
He kisses me deeply, his hips moving in circles that make me crazy with the desire for more.
The need to control the rhythm has me twisting under him and pulling a move that I’ve only ever seen on TV. I’m suddenly on top, and I see surprise in his face when he realizes I’ve switched our positions.
‘You’re strong,’ he murmurs, looking proud of me.
‘Maybe you’re just weak,’ I tease as I smile down at him.
I begin to move and watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head.
‘Let me help with that,’ I whisper.
His hand comes between us, playing with my clit. I moan, moving faster. My eyes open on a gasp as he pushes a finger into my ass, sending me over the edge. I cry out, leaning back as his movements turn erratic, and he bellows as a hard climax takes him.
‘Fuck,’ he gasps as he thrusts under me, ‘the way you fill me up, Jules. It’s like nothing else.’
He collapses back on the bed and brings me with him, throwing the blanket over us and letting out a long sigh.
I close my eyes, snuggling against his chest, and can’t help but dread how much I know I’m going to miss this.
He stiffens under me. ‘What is it?’
I curse the link.
‘Never do that again,’ I plead, pretending to answer him. ‘Never starve yourself, never seek to hurt yourself. Please, Axel. Promise me.’
‘I won’t have to,’ he murmurs. ‘You’re back.’
He sounds like he can hardly believe I’m here, and I hate that I hurt him, that he’s suffered because of me, and that I’ll have to do it again.
‘Promise me anyway,’ I persist.
I feel his smile against my hair as he kisses my head. ‘I promise.’
We lay together like that for a long time, but I’m conscious that tonight’s the night.
