“Watch me make you come,” he ordered against my flesh. The vibration of his words sent shock waves through me. “See what I see. How beautiful your face is when you shatter.”
His tongue was relentless. Circling, flicking, sucking. My hands found his hair, thick and soft between my fingers, and when I tugged hard, he groaned against me, the sound traveling through my core.
He looked up, locked eyes with me, and thrust his tongue deep inside. In and out. Faster. Harder. The coil in my stomach wound tighter, my thighs trembled, and my breath came in short gasps.
Just as I reached the edge, he pulled back and stood in one fluid motion.
Before I could process the ache of having been so close, he spun me around and pushed my chest down against the desk. The wood was cool against my flushed skin. He kicked my legs wider apart, and I heard the rustle of fabric as his pants hit the floor.
“You look at that mirror. Now.”
I turned my face to the right. Saw us both reflected there. Me, bent over like an offering. Him, standing behind me like a conquering god. The phoenix on his ribs seemed to spread its wings as he breathed, and his erection stood proud and thick, the head glistening.
“I’ve been tested.” He rubbed himself along my entrance, the sensation making me whimper. “Haven’t been with anyone since. Tell me you’re on birth control.”
“I am.”
“Tell me you’re perfect.”
I hesitated.
His palm connected with my ass, the slap echoing through the room.
I yelped, but heat bloomed where he’d struck.
“Try that again, Sunshine.” His palm soothed the stinging skin, circular motions that made me push back against him.
“I’m perfect.”
Another slap. Harder. The pain melted into pleasure that made me moan.
“More convincing,” he demanded.
“I’m. Perfect.”
Slap. My skin burned deliciously.
“Louder.”
“I’m perfect!” The words rang out clear and strong.
Bending over, he kissed my tender skin. “Good girl. Now give me your wrists.”
He gathered them behind my back, pinning them with one large hand while he used the other to guide himself to my entrance. “Watch the mirror, Sunshine. Watch yourself swallow me.”
He breached my entrance slightly, making me exhale a sharp breath of air. Reading my face carefully, putting my needs ahead of his own, Axel waited, letting my body adjust before he pushed in inch by careful inch, and as he sank deeper, his eyes never left mine until finally, with one last controlled thrust, he was all the way inside.
My body stretched around him, the fullness even better than I’d expected—perfect and overwhelming and exactly right.
“You feel incredible, Sunshine.” Axel gave my body a few more seconds to adjust to him. “Like you were made for me.”
I’d never felt so complete.
“You’re so tight.” His voice shook with restraint. “Look at how wet you are. See how I glisten when I pull out?”
He withdrew slightly, and I could see him coated with my arousal before he pushed back in. Deeper this time. The fullness was overwhelming, a mixture of perfect pain and perfect pleasure.
“You made me wait for this.” He pulled out. Slammed back in hard enough to make the desk creak. “Wore that yoga outfit. Do you know what you looked like? Bent over in downward dog?” Thrust. “I wanted to take you right there on the mat.” Thrust. “Make you scream my name in front of everyone. Teach you a lesson for teasing me.”
