“Harder,”Jenna demanded, her voice breathless.She knew he was holding back.Knew he would let go when she demanded it.
A growl tore from his throat, and he grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head.
He obeyed and he went wild.
Chapter Twenty-Two
His thrusts became erratic, desperate.
“You belong to me, Jenna.Forever.Say it,” he suddenly snarled against her mouth.The words should have scared her, but instead they settled into her bones.This was not ownership.It was recognition.The truth of it vibrated through her.It was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly real.
“I’m yours, forever.Forever yours,”she gasped between his kisses.
Her body tightened and then she was flying, her orgasm crashing over her with an insane speed she swore she just about lost her mind.
She cried out as the spasms engulfed her and Axel swallowed her cries with his mouth, his own release coming as his body tightened and her vagina began to milk his cock.
Jenna clung to him, as if her life depended on it, her body writhing beneath him, her breaths ragged as her climax continued to shatter her senses and her spasms pummelled her body.
She became lost inside the deep explosions of release, and she was loved by the incredible sensations.
She’d been lost and now she was loved.
“That’s it, just let it all go,” Axel said as their shudders slowed and he realized she was crying again.Her tears softened something inside him.It was a place he’d kept locked down for years, afraid it would break if he ever opened it again.
He realized now, how hard it had been for both of them being apart from each other.
For a long time, neither of them moved.The only sounds were the thunder cracking somewhere to the south now, the rain pounding on the roof, and Jenna’s soft sobs.
He released her wrists and pressed her into the mattress, his shaft still buried deep inside hers, his cock twitching with the last remnants of his release.
“You okay?”he asked, hoping her sobs were happy tears.
“I’m okay,” she whispered and turned her head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, her lips brushing against his tattoo.
He lifted his head and searched her gaze.There was something vulnerable in her eyes.It was raw and exposed.
Shit.Not happy tears.
“What’s wrong?”he whispered feeling concern for her.Her being weepy after sex just wasn’t like her.
“I’m sorry.I’m so sorry I insisted you go to the cops.I’m sorry I misread what they would do to you.Had I known I would have told you to run for your life and never look back,” she whispered.
Ah, now he understood.
He could read the guilt tangled with the layers of love for him and her guilt sliced through him like a knife.She’d carried this weight alone, all these years, and he hated that she’d ever believed she was responsible for his choices.He felt the old, familiar heaviness in his chest.It was the knowledge that he’d made his own bed, and she’d suffered for it too.
“Hey, I am the one totally at fault here.Never forget that.You know me.I would have turned myself in, no matter what you said.I had killed someone.I had to pay the price.Do you see that?”
She nodded, and he spied more tears.
“What else has got you upset?”he asked, needing to find out why she was still crying.He hoped she understood she had no reason to be guilty.
“And I’m pregnant.”
Axel hadn’t expected this confession to be coming out now.The words hit him like a jolt.They were unexpected, life-altering, and it was a truth that rearranged the entire landscape of his future in an instant.
“Um, baby doll.I don’t think it happens this quick.We’d need to wait a few weeks to be sure.”The joke slipped out instinctively.It was a small attempt to ease the fear he saw trembling in her eyes.
