His smile is soft, something private just for them. She leans up and captures his lips. Slow and languid, they kiss till all thoughts are out of her head. It’s just them, the points at which their bodies meet. Mouth,chest, pelvis, legs. Her sex throbs, and his hips rock minutely. It’s slow, it’s perfect.
She pulls away, and he sits back on his heels. Opening the condom, she helps him roll it on. He bends down again, taking a deep breath.
His cock nudges at her entrance, warm and thick. His face is buried in her neck as he takes deep breaths. She rubs his back gently, trying to calm and ground him. When he pulls back to look at her, his eyes are blazing golden. Beautiful like honey in the sunlight. He kisses her slowly and deeply, rocking his hips slightly to slip the head of his cock inside her. He slides in then, curling his back and pressing his cock in deep. She moans, he feels so good. So thick and long. She knew he was big from when she was sucking his cock, but it’s a whole different thing to feel it deep inside.
He moves slowly. Deep, slow thrusts that she can feel every bit of. Even with a condom, she can feel all of him. So big, so hard. He sits back, pulling her hips up and wrapping her leg around his waist. Thrusts picking up, short and fast. He’s hitting the sweet spot inside her with every thrust, bringing her that much closer to orgasm. His chest is glistening with sweat. Chin tilted up and eyes screwed shut. He looks beautiful like this, so blissed out.
“Fuck Chloe, you feel so good. You’re taking my cock so well.”
All she can do is nod and moan loudly when he switches back to deep thrusts. He hooks her knees over his elbows and fucks into her with abandon. His balls tap against her ass, and she loves the additional stimulation. She lies there as he fucks her, takes what he wants, and she gives it all.
Axel leans down again and captures her mouth in a kiss that’s too much and not enough. Her body is lighting up at all the places they touch and feels cold where they don’t. She grips his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if she could merge their bodies as one. Suddenly, they’re flipping positions. She’s on top with his cock still lodged deep inside. Bracing her hands on his hard chest, she begins to ride him. At first, it’s slow, long pulls, his breath is harsh, and she relishes how his abs tighten.
Then it’s faster, she picks up speed in short, quick thrusts that have her bouncing on his lap. She can feel herself getting closer. He rubs her clit with one hand and helps her to fuck down on him with the other. He feels so big inside, like he’s splitting her in two.
He rubs his fingers faster, and she grinds down. Close, so close.
“Axel, please.” She begs him, begs him to make her come. There’s warmth licking down her spine, clit hot and swollen. Then she’s coming hard, stuttering her body as she tries to ride him through it. When she can’t anymore. When she feels like she’s come harder than she ever has, he flips them and puts her feet over his shoulders, thrusting into her. Long, deep strokes that have her moaning and writhing under him.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Axel.”
He growls loudly and slams into her hard, pushing her up the bed. She can feel she’s close again. No one else has given her this many orgasms in a row. His cock is licking her sweet spot inside, and then she’s coming again. Whole body trembling and tightening underneath him. His thrusts become erratic till he thrusts deep one last time and holds himself inside her.
He relaxes down, cock softening inside her. Resting on his elbows, he kisses her softly, no tongue, just lips touching. She feels loved.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Axel
Axel can’t believe how good that was. Not just the orgasm, which was by far the best he’s ever had. But how good it was to be with her like that. To move together, to be buried inside her. They sleep with him wrapped around her. It’s still early, but they both seem to be worn out. He holds her in his arms, wrapping her up tight. He doesn't want to ever let her go.
This is it. It’s what he’s been waiting for his whole life. To be with his mate. To make love, fuck, and hold onto the person who’s the other half of him. Now he’s had it, he’s not sure if he can let her go.
She’s leaving soon, and he wants her to stay. It wouldn’t just be hard to ask her, it would be impossible. After everything, almost losing the lodge, losing millions, and Harvey Group still on his doorstep, he’s not the kind of man Chloe deserves.
He always thought that when he found his mate, he would be perfect for them too. That he would be an excellent provider, an amazing spouse, and fatherto their cubs. But now...now he just feels like a failure. It’s not enough that the lodge was failing due to a lack of visitors. But he was also swindled by someone he and his brothers cared about. What would his father think? What would his mother think? Oh God, his mother. He had yet to tell her everything that’s going on. As far as she knows, the lodge is doing well. Not that he’s been dipping into the trust fund every month to keep it afloat.
So he can’t be with Chloe. He’s not the man she should be with. Not the man she deserves. Regardless of how he feels, how much he loves her, he has to let her go.
He drifts in and out of sleep, not really dreaming. She’s so close yet so far away. It was special between them. Not just because it was his first time, but because he loves her so much. He wonders if it was special for her, too. She came, multiple times, which he’s happy about. He’s glad he was able to please her.
She stirs, rolling over so her face is buried in his chest. He doesn’t try to sleep anymore, content to lie there with her in his arms. She still smells like honeysuckle, warm and sweet. Everything he’s ever wanted in his life. What did his father always say? He would just know? It’s true, he did know. From the moment she stepped out of Levi's truck, he knew she was his mate. And because he loves her as much as he does, he’s ok with letting her go. He got to spend one night with her. One wonderful night, and in two days, he’ll say goodbye and never see her again. She will go back to New York, get a new job where she is respected and revered, fall in love, maybe have a kid or two. She will be happy.
He wonders what will become of him. When the lodge fails and they are forced to inevitably sell the land, what will happen to him? When a mate dies, the other mate is torn in half. But what happens when the mate lets the other go? Never sees them again? He doesn’t know. Doesn’t know if it’s ever happened in the history of his family. Will he be in shambles? Go feral? What will happen to his brothers? He’s the leader of their family after all. Will they fall apart, too?
He pushes away the dark thoughts. He wants to spend the night with Chloe, wrapped around each other, happy and satisfied. He kisses the top of her head. Letting her sleep instead of waking her to make love again. He drifts back off to sleep, letting the scent of honeysuckle lull him in.
He starts to wake to the feeling of fingers on his chest. It’s not a sensation he’s felt before, never having woken up with another person like this. He groans, the morning and the sensation of his chest being stroked going straight to his cock and plumping it up. He noses into soft hair, honeysuckle, mate. His arms wrap around a warm body, and he hears a hum of contentment.
Opening his eyes, he finds Chloe with her head on his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair. He kisses the top of her head, and she turns her face up to look at him. If he thought she was beautiful before, it's nothing like that moment. Her hair is draped in soft curls around her face, and the light coming in from the curtains hits her red hair andmakes it glow. She’s still naked, and his hand skims down her back to the top of her ass. Big eyes look up at him, and a small smile plays on her lips.
“Mornin’ beautiful.”
She blushes sweetly, “mornin’”
“You sleep ok?”
“Best sleep I’ve ever had.” Her smile is bright. She scoots herself up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.
