hapter 55
<b>Chapter </b><b><i>55 </i></b>
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“Mark me?” I whispered breathlessly, the whisper turning into a moan as Axel mmed into me, grunting. “im me?”
“Yes,” he breathed as he released my hands, running his hand through my body down to my leg. He caressed my leg before he raised it, bending it in half, while he leaned down, his chest resting on mine. “Yes, Rosette. A thousand fucking yes.”
<b>“</b>What does that mean, Axel?” I asked softly, my nails raking through his back, my eyes fixed on his. “Tell me. Please.”
He watched me, his eyes soft, yet so intense<b>. </b>“It means I would bite you,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing my neck before he bit down gently, thrusting slowly but deep. I moaned his name, my nails digging into his neck. “It means I’ll leave my mark on you. But it’s so much more than that, lover. So much. You would be mine through and through.”
<b>“</b>Isn’t that what you just did? You bit my neck.”
He chuckled, but the sound was dark. “Not even close, sweet girl.”
He pulled away, grabbing my second leg and bending it like he did the first, kneeling. Then he withdrew until he was almost out before he mmed in. Hard.
I cried out, grabbing the sheets.
He grunted, themp reflecting softly on him, making his chest glow with sweat. The muscles on his stomach flexed as he thrust again, his <b>jaw </b>clenched, his hair falling into his face, and stuck to his forehead from the
sweat.
He was a sight. So fucking good looking. He had said I looked like a goddess when I was clouded with pleasure. Then he looked like an angry sex god. With his blue eyes and dark hair, he looked damn perfect.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he grunted, sweat dripping down his chin.
<b>“</b>Like what?” <b>I </b>asked in a breath.
“Like you want to worship me and ruin me all at once,” he answered in a grunt. “You’ve already ruined me, sweetheart. So you’re already halfway there.”
I stared at him, and it seemed everything paused. I could only feel his dick mming into me, feel my walls clenched around him, trying to keep him locked in.
When that happened, he moaned loudly, his head thrown back, his jaw clenched.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, his head still back, his jaw moving as he spoke. “You’re ruining me even more. Yet I
crave <b>it </b><b>all </b><b>the </b>same.”
“What if I worship you?” <b>The </b>words slipped out of me before I could even think.
He paused, looking down at <b>me</b><b>, </b>his eyebrows furrowed<b>, </b>his <b>eyes </b><b>less </b>dark. “What<b>?</b><b>” </b>
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“Pull out.”
Now he looked concerned. “Did I do something wrong?<b>” </b>
“No.”
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He did, pulling out slowly, moaning softly. He sat back on his heels, watching me, swallowing multiple times.
He was nervous<b>. </b>
I knelt on the bed, crawling into hisp, my eyes never leaving his. “Why’re you nervous?<b>” </b><b>I </b>asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
“I feel like I did something wrong,” he whispered, his voice rasped.
“You did nothing wrong.”
I ced my hand on his chest, feeling his heart race before I pushed him down until he was lying on his back, staring up at me with those… eyes.
“You said I was already halfway there,” I said softly, climbing over him. “That I already ruined you. Isn’t <i>it </i>fair that I worship you as well?”
“Rosette,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “There’s no need for that. I should be the one worshipping you. Not the other way around.”
“Why? Because I’m precious and special?”
“Yes. Exactly that.”
“I’m sure precious things should be allowed to worship as well.” My voice dropped into a whisper. “Just tonight.”
He nodded slowly. “Just tonight.”
I grabbed his dick and he hissed. I positioned him on my entrance, my eyes fixed on his as I slowly sat down on him.
We both moaned, Axel grabbing my hips, but he just held it, doing nothing more.
I took my time sitting on him, and when he was fully in, I stood still, breathing deeply.
<i>“</i>God, I can feel you so deeply,” I breathed, looking up at the ceiling as I breathed through my nose.
“And I can feel you wrapped so tightly around me as if you’re trying to snap my dick in half. Rx. sweetheart. You’ll hurt both of us.”
He stroked my hips, up and down, up and down, and I slowly rxed, unclenching around him.
“Good girl,” he groaned, and I clenched slightly around him. “You like that, don’t you?” I looked down at him to see him smirking. “You like being called a good girl”
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“Shut up,” I said <b>as </b>I moved, and that shut him up.
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I straightened, moving my hands backward and nting them on his thighs. Then I began to move, slow and deliberate, watching the way his chest rose and fell. His hands stayed on my hips, steady, almost restraining like he was holding back from taking control.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I whispered, rocking my hips forward before I drove it back.
“I’m thinking that I want to find the bastard who taught you how to ride a dick so well,” he grunted, “and I want to kill him for not being me.”
“Liar. That’s not what you’re thinking about.”
The look in his eyes was molten, his jaw working. “I’m thinking how I survived this one year without you. I barely remembered it because I was living on autopilot, but what I do remember was that it was torture. Miserable. All the days were dark. And the only time it felt like I could breathe again was when I got home and went to your room, inhaling your scent. That’s when I could breathe more easily. That’s the only time I didn’t want to drown in alcohol.”
I stopped moving, my chest heaving and not from what we were doing; it was from his words. I could say nothing, just watched him, my lips moving but no words came out.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he whispered, “I would forget all about taking it slowly.”
“Then forget,” I murmured, finally finding my voice, rocking forward just to make his jaw clench. “Forget, Axel.”
We both knew I wasn’t telling him to forget about taking it slowly; I was telling him to forget this one year.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Rosette?” he asked, his voice hovering between devastation and awe.
“I’m worshipping you.”
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