"You're mine," I tell her, the words torn from somewhere primal inside me. "Say it, Sadie. Tell me who you belong to."
She whimpers, pushing back against me. "Yours. I'm yours."
I release her wrists, grabbing her hips with both hands to pull her back onto my cock with bruising force.
"Touch yourself," I command, voice rough with need. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She obeys instantly, one hand sliding between her legs to circle her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I drive into her from behind nearly breaks me. I can feel her getting close again, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
"That's it," I encourage, slowing my pace slightly to make it last. "Show me how good it feels. Show me what I do to you."
Her movements become more desperate, her breathing harsh and quick. "Axel," she moans, my name a broken plea on her lips. "I'm going to…"
"Come for me," I order, snapping my hips forward with renewed force. "Now, Sadie."
She shatters around me, her body convulsing, inner walls clamping down on my cock like a vise. Her cry of release is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, raw and unrestrained, my name tangled in it like a prayer.
I can't hold back any longer. With a final, deep thrust, I follow her over the edge, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that leaves me gasping. I collapse forward, catching my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing her, my face pressed into her hair as we both struggle to breathe.
For several long moments, we stay like that, connected, trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through both our bodies. Finally, I gather enough strength to withdraw carefully, discarding the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed.
When I turn back, Sadie has rolled onto her side, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. Her hair is a wild tangle around her flushed face, her lips swollen from our earlier kisses. She looks thoroughly claimed, utterly satisfied, and somehow still vulnerable.
I slide back into bed, gathering her against my chest, one hand smoothing her hair away from her face. "You okay?" I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
She nods against my chest, her breathing still uneven. "More than okay."
I pull back slightly to see her face, needing to be sure. "I wasn't too rough? I got a little carried away."
A small, satisfied smile curves her lips. "It was perfect," she whispers. "Exactly what I needed."
Relief washes through me. I tuck her closer, my hands gentler now as they stroke down her back, soothing the skin I was gripping so tightly moments ago.
"You're incredible," I tell her, meaning it more than I've ever meant anything.
"So beautiful. So brave."
She makes a small sound, somewhere between disbelief and pleasure at my words. I tilt her chin up, making her look at me.
"I mean it, Sadie. The way you trust me, the way you let go… it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, and she buries her face against my neck. I can feel the wetness of those tears against my skin, though she makes no sound.
"Hey," I say softly, stroking her hair. "What's this about?"
She shakes her head slightly, not pulling away. "I don't know," she admits, voice muffled against my skin. "It's just… a lot. Feeling this much."
I understand completely. This thing between us has grown faster, deeper than either of us expected. What started as attraction has become something neither of us can easily define or control.
"Too much?" I ask, the question carrying more weight than just about the sex.
She's quiet for a long moment, then pulls back to look at me.
"No," she says finally, her eyes clear and certain despite the tears.
"Not too much. Just… more than I've let myself feel in a very long time."
I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Me too," I admit. "I've never felt this way about anyone, Sadie. Not even close."
