His hips snap forward, harder now, deeper. He's fucking me properly, and it's everything. The fullness, the friction, the way he's grunting against my neck like he can't help himself.
"So good," he's muttering. "So fucking good—you're taking me so well—"
I wrap my legs around his waist, pull him deeper. He hits something inside me that makes me see stars.
"There—right there—oh God—"
He angles his hips, hits that spot again and again. I'm climbing, pleasure building higher and higher until I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything except feel.
"Axel—I'm going to—"
"Come for me, baby. Come on my cock. Want to feel you."
I explode.
The orgasm crashes over me so hard I scream his name, my body clenching around him. He groans, thrusts harder, chasing his own release.
"Aurora—fuck—I'm—"
He comes with a shout, hips stuttering, and I feel him pulse inside me even through the condom. He collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and shaking.
We lie there, breathing hard.
"Holy shit," I finally say.
"Yeah." He lifts his head, looks at me. "You okay?"
"I'm perfect."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No." I touch his face. "You were perfect too."
“Good, because we’re just getting started.”
The evil grin on his face says everything because he pulls out carefully, and I wince at the sensitivity. He disposes of the condom, and suddenly he thrusts into him hard and fast and he is moving again and we are at it again.
This man is going to be the death of me.
I wake up to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows.
For a second, I don't remember where I am. Then I feel the soreness between my legs, the weight of an arm across my waist, and everything comes flooding back.
Axel.
I turn my head. He's asleep beside me, silver hair mussed, face relaxed in a way I haven't seen before. He looks younger like this. Less dangerous.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Dad: Car picks you up at 2pm. Be ready.
Reality crashes back.
I check the time. 9:47 AM.
Less than five hours.
Five hours before I go home, before I step back into the life I've been avoiding. Five hours to pretend I'm not falling for a man I can never have.