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“What the fuck did I tell you about begging?” he growled, his nails digging into my jaw, his eyes glowing.
“You said not to,” I answered, holding his hand. I didn’t pull it away from my jaw; I just caressed it, my eyes fixed on his.
“Good thing your memory still works. So don’t fucking beg.”
“I wouldn’t have fucking begged if you had just fucked me, you piece of shit!” I shouted, my hand tightening
on his.
His nostrils red and he ripped his hand away, getting on top of me, his breathing turning into a harsh pant.
“Fine,” he growled, ripping my dress away. He stared at my naked flesh, a purr vibrating in his chest, and I could tell the beast was at the edge, itching toe out. “Mine.”
He grabbed me by the waist, flipping my position so my front was resting on the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, you’ll never think of leaving me again.”
He held my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and before I knew what was happening, he buried inside me with one thrust, stretching me.
I screamed, my eyes going wide, my hands fisting the sheets.
“A–Axel,” I panted, trying to look back at him. “Wait.”
It’s been so long since I’ve done it, that I was so tight. So I wasn’t prepared for him to just ram in like that.
“Why should I wait?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“I’m not prepared. It’s been so long, Axel. You can’t just m in like that.”
“You asked me <i>to </i>fuck you, sweetheart,” he rasped, moving his hips slightly, and I moaned. “And that’s what I’m doing. Why so much protest?”
“Just… just don’t move yet. Give me a little time.”
He groaned, but did what I asked for, stroking my spine gently. Slowly, I began to rx, my walls unclenching around him, and the burn lessening,
“Okay,” I breathed. “You can move now.”
The words weren’t even out of my mouth before he started moving, pulling away until just his tip was in before he mmed in, his skin pping against mine.
“Axel<b>!</b>” I screamed, reaching for him, but he grabbed both of my hands, holding them together in “Axel… I want to look at you.”
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“No,” he rasped. “No, this is how I’m going to fuck you, Rosette. This is how you will remain. Not once am I going to look at you.”
I cried out as <b>he </b>mmed into me without mercy, my shoulders aching from how he was holding my arms.
He thrust in and out, his balls pping against me, the sound of flesh pping against flesh echoing off the walls and bouncing back to me.
I rocked forward with every brutal thrust of his hips, my walls clenching helplessly around him, my whole body burning with the intense pleasure he was giving me.
“You left me,” he growled, spanking my ass and I screamed his name. “You fucking left me, Rosette. How could you?”
My eyes burned and the tears came without warning, tearing out of my throat. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t stop mming into me, his nails digging into my ass. “Don’t say that. It’s not going to make me forgive you. I want to punish you, Rosette. I want to hate you. I want to love you so damn much.”
He stopped thrusting all of a sudden, still inside me but he didn’t move, just stayed still, his breathing harsh.
“How could you do that to me?” he asked, his voice breaking, and I winced, my body going limp. “Huh? Answer me, baby. How could you? What were you thinking? That you were doing it for me? Do–Don’t you actually love me? Were you just indulging me? ying along?”
“I do love you,” I whispered, my tears wetting the sheets. “I love you so much, Axel.”
He leaned down, resting his chest on my back, his lips on the back of my neck, and I felt his words–and pain -vibrant against me as he spoke. “Then how could you leave me? How could you say you love me and yet you left? If you truly loved me, you would have stayed and we would have fought together.”
“I thought I was leaving because I loved you,” I muttered, my fists clenched. “I thought leaving you was for the best and you would have moved on and found someone better. I was so stupid to think that.”
“Yes,” he breathed, his breath hot on my neck. “Yes, you were so damn stupid. How could I find someone better? You’re that someone better, you beautiful foolish woman. You’re better and everything more. How could I move on from you? What will be the point of living?”
I shut my eyes tight, my tears slipping through. Damn it, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. They wouldn’t stoping.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered, my voice sounding choked. “I’m so sorry.”
He groaned softly and he slipped out of me<b>, </b>still resting on my back, my neck growing wet. “How could you <b>leave </b>me?”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated. Now I didn’t want to look at his face. I didn’t want to see the pain, the betrayal.
“I thought of what I would do when I finally saw you again. I thought I was going to kiss your hair and inhale your scent. I thought I was going to shake your shoulders and scream at you. I thought I was just going to kiss. But nothing–nothing, Rosette<b>–</b>could have ever prepared me for this pain.”
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It was hard to breathe. It was hard to listen to that pain in his voice, but I had to. I had to get through his pain
with him.
I had to.
“I tried so hard not to doubt you,” he continued, the back of my neck growing even more damp. “I told myself over and over again that you loved me. But on the days I couldn’t eat or on the nights I couldn’t sleep, it was hard not to doubt. I thought to myself, “Maybe she doesn’t really love me. Maybe she just wanted to have some fun and y with my feelings. But then I thought about this wound-“he stroked my hand, the exact ce where his w had wounded me, and the scar tingled, “-and I told myself, ‘Snap out of it, Axel. She wouldn’t have done this if she didn’t love you. She wouldn’t have been your tether. Even though she was faking, the bond wouldn’t have worked if her feelings were fake or not deep. And that was what I held on to. That was what kept me going.”
He rubbed his face on my neck, inhaling deeply. “So tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love me.”
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