"Do it then. Come for me."
His fingers press harder on my clit, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard my knees give out. He holds me up, his hand tight over my mouth to muffle my screams, and keeps fucking me through it.
"Fuck! Aurora, I'm—"
He pulls out just in time, finishing on the ground beside us. We're both shaking, breathing hard.
Slowly, he releases me.
I turn around and lean against the wall because my legs won't hold me.
We stare at each other in horror.
What did we just do?
"This can't happen again," I say finally.
"No."
"W-We're going to pretend this never happened."
"Yes."
Neither of us moves.
"I should go," I say.
"You should."
But he's looking at me like he wants to do it again. Right now. Against this wall, or on the ground, or anywhere he can have me.
We're both lying.
This is going to happen again. We both know it.
"Axel—"
"Go." His voice is rough. "Before I change my mind about letting you leave."
I grab my underwear from the ground, pull my nightgown down. My legs are shaking so badly I can barely walk.
I make it three steps before I hear his voice.
"Aurora."
I stop. Don't turn around.
"I'm not sorry," he says quietly.
Me either.
But I don't say it. Just keep walking until I'm back inside, back in my room, closing the door and leaning against it.
My whole body's still buzzing. I can feel where he was inside me, feel the ache between my legs.
What have I done?