“Talk to me, little spoon.” His voice drops, deeper than I’ve heard it. “Tell me what you want.”
I wet my lips. My whole body is trembling, and Axel holds me steady.
“Touch me.”
The second the words fall from my lips, Axel’s hand slips beneath mine, hot skin possessively cupping me. His palm grinds against my clit and I throw my head back against his chest at the sensation.
“Do you know what you do to me?” He murmurs. His hand continues to move, gently abrasive as it rubs against my sensitive skin.
“Do you know,” he continues, “how fucking hot you looked, rubbing that needy little clit?”
Oh, sweet lord.
His fingers curl up to circle my entrance, and the keen that pulls from my throat is loud enough to wake the dead.
“Please.” It’s a moan, my body moving for him.
His dips just the edge of a finger in, pulling it back and forth, driving me insane.
“Axel!”
“Have you ever had a knot, Gabrielle?”
My mind short circuits as his finger surges inside me, the slick on his fingers more than enough to smooth his way. He pumps it in and out, curving his fingers slightly and pressing against something that makes my legs thrash.
“No,” I pant.
He kisses my shoulder, even as his hand continues to move.
“I’ve thought about how you’d look, with my knot buried inside you. This little pussy, wet with your slick, taking me in and me filling you up.”
His filthy words whispered in my ear make me see fucking stars.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes to the knot. I want the knot!”
Give me aaaaall the knots.
He slows a little, and I nearly sob for the need that comes over me. “Soon, little spoon.”
He’s sayingno?
“Not soon,” I snap.
I’m done with tiptoeing around how much I want them.
“Now, Axel. Iwant your knot.”
I groan as his fingers leave me, and then he’s rolling me over, his face appearing over mine.
“You want it?” he asks softly. “Are you sure?”
Instead of answering, I wriggle, tugging him until my legs are wrapped around his waist, his cock pushing against the wet material of my shorts.
“I am sure. I want you. Right now.”
When he thrusts against me, his eyes tracing my face, I’m unprepared for the sensation, the tantalizing tease of pressure that pushes against me.
“Yes,” I murmur, winding my hands into his hair. “More of that, please.”
