‘Axel, please, I beg you.’
His head flicks up, dark eyes burning into mine, mouth glistening with me.
‘Please,’ I whimper, and fuck, I don’t whimper. I don’t usually beg either, but I am. ‘I need you inside me. I wantyou.’
His lip curls. He’s so goddamn horny, all for me, and I could come just looking at him undone like this. ‘Who owns you, Baby Girl?’
‘You,’ I breathe. ‘For as long as it takes, you own me.’
And I feel it, all the way to my soul. I’m his until this is done. But there’s a tiny voice at the back of my mind… a niggle inmy gut… that something this good can’t simply be switched off. Unlearnt. Reset.
Can it?
‘Say that again,’ he growls, dragging kisses up my body until his eyes are level with mine. ‘Say it, Baby Girl.’
‘You own me.’
He smiles – dark, triumphant. ‘Too right, I do.’
And then he thrusts, his cock stretching me wide and hitting me deep. Emotion slams into me as hard as pleasure: dizzying, terrifying, all-consuming.
I want to cry into his mouth, I want to smother his groan with my own. But I don’t. I toe the line he drew – no kissing – and smother the crazy doubts too.
Because if this gives me the baby I so desperately want…
Does anything else really matter?
Everything’s worth the risk for the love I so desperately desire…
Axel
I’m losing myself in her.
Every movement takes me deeper, into her, into this. And her eyes – fuck. Everything I could ever want stares back at me, and I can’t want – I don’t get to want.
I squeeze my eyes shut, thrust harder. Take and take until I’m buried to the hilt and she’s gasping my name. And I can’t ignore that. My eyes snap open and another rush swallows me whole.
She’s a vision. Flushed, breathless, clinging to me like I’mher everything. Her legs locked tight at my hips, heels digging in, urging me closer, faster, harder.
‘Axel, yes, God, yes!’
I lower a hand between us, press my thumb to her clit, and her eyes roll back, her head too.
‘Yes, yes, yes…’
She seizes – breath gone, body taut, fists whitening around the belt. One second, two, held on the brink… then she breaks apart. Pulsing, crying out, gripping me so hard, it takes me with her. My release tears through me: hot, explosive, nerves blown wide as she milks my all, and I let her. Thank fuck I let her.
I bury my face in her neck, kiss her skin through the aftershocks, breathe her in like I’ll never get enough… because I won’t.
I’d willingly keep her chained here forever.
And the thought smacks me upside the head. A timely reminder of exactly what I am: one sick fuck. Desperate and dissolute and she deserves so much better. Her kid deserves so much better.
‘Axel…’ she breathes – a sigh? A question? A plea to go again? I wish.
I don’t know and I don’t care. Because I can’t look at her like this. Not when I feel so fucking exposed.
I lower my head to her chest, letting her heartbeat thrum against my mouth, my palm smoothing over her stomach. And the image blindsides me: her belly full with my child.
