“Axel,” I gasp, my nails clawing into his back.
He groans into my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “Princess,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, “you have no idea what you do to me. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last much longer.”
So, I squeeze again. Just because I can.
Axel grunts. “Fuck it. There’s always round two.”
And then, he lets go. His thrusts turn punishing, relentless. Like he’s chasing something only I can give him. His forehead presses to mine, and when he finally comes, groaning my name, I feel it echo all the way to my soul.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless, skin damp. His thumb brushes my cheek. My leg hooks around his waist.
This wasn’t just sex. It was cathartic.
“Still good?” he murmurs, voice low and tender.
I laugh softly, my body humming. “Better than good.”
I curl deeper into his side, skin to skin, and press a kiss to his chest.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “For being patient. For making it… everything.”
His lips find the top of my head.
“Princess,” he says, his voice a promise, “you made it unforgettable.”
Chapter 38
A knock on my door stirs me.
“Lina?”
“Yeah?”
In what feels like slow motion, I watch in horror as the doorknob turns and Johnny opens it. He takes three steps into the room before he freezes.
His eyes land on the scene. Me, tangled up in bed with Axel. Clothes scattered across the floor. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened.
“What thefuck?” he explodes.
He rounds the bed and grabs Axel by the arm, yanking him upright just before slamming a fist into his face.
“Johnny, stop!” I scream, but it’s already too late.
Axel crashes to the floor, and Johnny follows, hitting him again and again.
Panicking, I jump from the bed, ignoring my nudity, and try to pull Johnny off. But he’s too strong, too furious. My hands claw at his shoulders, my voice cracks from shouting, but none of it gets through.
“Did you fuck her?” Johnny yells, his fists still flying while Axel curls in on himself, shielding his head.
Not knowing what else to do, I wrap my arms around Johnny from behind and press my face into his back, sobbing.
“Please stop. Please.”
He stills. I don't even realize it’s over until Axel’s hand wraps gently around my wrist and gives it a squeeze.
“Princess,” he says softly, “it’s okay. I’m good. You can let go.”
I step back, shaking, and Johnny rises to his feet like a man waking from a trance. Axel is already pulling his discarded t-shirt over my body, then slides into his boxers. I throw my arms around him, checking his face. His lip is busted, blood smudging his chin, and one of his eyes is already beginning to swell.
