The sensation of his strong, muscular body moving in me with both ease and strength.
I fought my orgasm hard, and I fought breaking eye contact, but then it came, like a blistering earthquake that shook me from the inside out.
“Axel,” I cried, as my body arched back, still impaled on his cock.
Waves of searing white bliss nearly blinded me.
He was pumping now, working toward his own release.
I clasped his shoulders while he drove me two feet up the bed before a groan ripped out of him as he came inside me.
When it was over, and we had found our breath, he did something I never thought he’d do.
He rolled over, tucked me under his arm in a protective cuddle and nuzzled my neck.
My whole body went weak with emotional bliss.
We didn’t speak. But I don’t think either of us slept for a long time.
We just lay there, naked and pressed together, holding on to each other.
When I woke up, he was gone, leaving me to ache over how much we hadn’t said.
Four days later,I was basically living in Axel’s bedroom. It was the only place in the house that still felt like my home. Up here, I was safe from the smells of Russian food and my aunt’s venomous tongue. Bandit barely left my side, and I barely left the bed.
I hadn’t seen much of Axel, but he frequently checked in with phone calls and texts. I was sitting on the bed studying one evening when he walked into the room. Bandit’s tail thumped wildly.
He looked stressed.
“Is everything okay?”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket. “I need you to come to dinner with me.”
I looked at the balcony door windowpanes, which were streaked with rain. At that moment, a wind gust rattled the entire door. The last thing I wanted to do was dress up and head outside in that weather. “I have homework, and I need to stay with Bandit.”
Axel tossed his phone on the chair and walked over to the bed. Bandit and I watched as he lay down beside us and gently stroked Bandit’s head.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but he wasn’t acting like himself. “Are you okay?”
He stared at me. “I can’t do it.”
That alarmed me. “Do what?”
He chose his words carefully. “One more dinner with clients.”
That made me giggle. “How is me being there going to help?”
He continued to stroke Bandit. “Well, I’ve had an absolute shit day, but having you there makes it better.”
My smile widened. I didn’t often see this side of Axel, but when I did, I was fascinated. “How?”
“Work is the poison, and you’re the antidote.” His smile was teasing, but the moment felt real.
“Who’s going to take care of Bandit?”
“Anton said he’d come up here and hang with him.”
The truth was, I couldn’t ever resist Axel when he was like this. “I’ll do it.”
