I gasp into his mouth, and he smiles against my lips. “Breathe for me, baby.”
When I suck in a shuddery breath, he sinks in a single slow, torturous inch, then another, my body welcoming him with only a slight burn. It’s so much more than I expected, as though he’s slowly branding me from the inside.
“That’s it,” he praises, wiping damp strands of hair from my face. “You’re taking me in, Gabrielle. Pulling me into that perfect little pussy of yours. Feels like you were made for me.”
We both groan, our foreheads resting together as he pushes in further, until there’s nowhere left to go.
Something pushes against my entrance. Something bigger than his cock.
“You’re going to look perfect with my knot buried inside you,” Axel promises.
“Look at me.”
When my eyes lock on his, my breathing shuddering between us, he pulls himself out before coming back, surging against me as he finds a rhythm between our bodies.
And all the while, he watches me, his face taking in every little change as he plays my body like a damn virtuoso.
“It feels… like you were made for me,” I breathe. He nods, both of us sucking in our breath as he grinds himself against my clit, his hand dropping to my breast and squeezing.
“Ours,” he grunts. “You’re ours, Gabrielle. Say it.”
“Yours.” The cry falls from my lips as his thrusts become faster, impossibly deeper. “Yours, Axel!”
My pussy muscles clench around him, and he drops his forehead to my shoulder as he swells inside me.
“Take the rest,” he coaxes. “Feel my knot pushing inside you, Gabrielle. Can you feel it?”
Holding my breath, I keen as he stretches me impossibly wider, his knot demanding entry.
“Made for me, baby.” It’s a demand and a promise as his knot pushes inside, an impossibly full sensation.
It tips me over the edge, my cry throaty as my muscles clench, over and over again until I’m shaking against him. Axel roars as he pulses jets of hot fluid into me, mixing with my slick until I feel it seeping around his knot, locked firmly inside me.
Keeping us connected, locked together until it loosens.
It makes me feel…protected. Owned. Conquered.
And I want to do it again as soon as possible.
Axel’s thrusts slow to gentle nudges as he eases me down from my high, moving more slowly until he stills. His shoulders tremble as he presses a shaking kiss to my lips.
“You are…,” he breathes. “God, you look perfect with my knot buried inside you, Gabrielle.”
I wriggle against him experimentally, but I’m very much not going anywhere until he softens.
My smile breaks across my face, starting slow and growing until I’m beaming.
Axel kisses the corner of my turned-up lips, before he wraps his arms around me. I yelp when he rolls us over, keeping me tight against him until I’m sprawled over him, my legs wrapped around his hips, his knot still tight and hard inside me.
“Oh.” Wriggling, I test this new position. Axel looks like a Greek God as he lies back, his hands still tracing over my body as if he can’t stop touching me. I take in the light pelt of golden hair covering the thick muscles of his chest and stomach.
Is that aten-pack? Is that even a thing?
Seeing Axel like this, all delicious and warm and messy, makes my pussy give another little clench.
“I like this position,” I decide. “We’ll do this next.”
Axel chokes. “Next?”
