He smiles against my inner thigh, a quick flash of teeth that sends a quake of desire through me. "You want me, you have all of me," he growls against my skin, voice vibrating with restraint. "No one will ever touch you like this. No one else gets to see you fall apart."
The first touch of his tongue makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed. He holds my hips steady, his grip firm but gentle as he tastes me with long, deliberate strokes.
"So sweet," he murmurs, his eyes flicking up to watch my reaction. "So responsive."
Shame doesn’t exist under the hungry way he devours me. I am slick, aching, shameless, rolling my hips against his mouth because I want him to taste exactly how much I want him. I want to drown in it, in him, in the feral pleasure of being wanted so completely. Just building pleasure and the heady realization that he's enjoying this as much as I am.
"Look at me," he commands softly, waiting until I meet his gaze. "I want to see your face when you come."
The words send a jolt of heat through me. I prop myself up on my elbows, watching as he slides a finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that makes my vision blur.
"Axel," I gasp, my thighs beginning to tremble. "I'm close."
"I know, baby," he says, his voice dark with satisfaction. "I can feel you getting tighter." His fingers work in perfect rhythm with his mouth, building pressure that has me teetering on the edge.
"Let go. I've got you."
That's what breaks me, not just the physical sensation, but the certainty in his voice. I've got you. Simple words that somehow contain everything I need.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves, his name falling from my lips as my body clenches around his fingers. He doesn't stop, drawing out my pleasure until I'm gasping, oversensitive and boneless against the sheets.
When he finally lifts his mouth, he drags his tongue over his lips, eyes glittering with pure, possessive hunger. He prowls up my body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, marking me from stomach to throat, lingering over every place that makes me shudder and beg.
"You drive me fucking insane," he mutters, mouth dragging along the curve of my breast. "Every inch of you. Every sound you make, the intoxicating taste of your sweet cunt…"
I can't hold back the whimper that escapes my lips as his words send heat rushing through me. His body hovers over mine, and I reach down between us to unfasten his belt. He helps me push his pants and boxers down his legs until he's completely naked against me.
"I need you," I whisper, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his length. He's hard and heavy in my palm, his skin impossibly soft over rigid steel. "Inside me. Now."
Axel groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine as I stroke him.
He enters me with excruciating slowness, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushes forward inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, my body still sensitive from my first orgasm. When he's fully seated inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust to the fullness.
"You okay?" he murmurs, brushing hair from my face.
I nod, overwhelmed by the connection, the completeness I feel with him inside me. "More than okay."
He begins to move, pulling back slowly before pushing forward again, setting a rhythm that's deep but gentle. His eyes stay locked on mine, creating an intimacy that's almost too much to bear. I've never felt so seen, so known, so utterly exposed, not just physically, but emotionally. There's nowhere to hide when he's looking at me like this, like he can see straight through to my soul.
"Take it," he whispers, his voice rough with restrained passion. "Take all of me, Sadie."
I arch up, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper. The new angle makes me gasp, pleasure spiraling through me as he hits a spot that makes my vision blur.
"Axel," I breathe, his name a prayer on my lips. "God, Axel."
"That's it," he encourages, his pace increasing slightly. "Let me hear you."
His hand slides between us, finding where we're joined, his thumb circling my clit with just enough pressure. The dual sensation, him inside me, his fingers working their magic, has me climbing rapidly toward another peak.
"You feel so good," he groans, his control visibly slipping. "So tight around me. So perfect."
I'm lost in the rhythm of our bodies, in the safety of his arms caging me in, protecting me even as he drives me higher. The baby monitor crackles softly in the background, a reminder of everything at stake, but for once, I'm not afraid. In this moment, with Axel inside me, over me, surrounding me, I feel completely secure.
"Axel," I gasp again as the pleasure builds. "I'm close."
"Me too," he admits, his movements becoming more urgent. "Come for me, Sadie. Let me feel you."
His words push me over the edge. I shatter around him, my body clenching tight as waves of pleasure crash through me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, mindful of Poppy sleeping nearby.
