Chapter 47 #2
I grind against him, chasing the tension that’s building fast and sharp. My body tightens, the promise of release coiling in my belly, and when I feel myself getting close, I slap a hand over my mouth, desperate to muffle the moan climbing up my throat.
Axel throws one of my legs over his shoulder, lifting me higher, deeper into his mouth. His tongue flicks and teases my clit with ruthless precision, sucking until I writhe and beg silently, my hips twitching with each pass of his mouth. I mouth the word more —and he gives it to me.
His fingers curl just right. His mouth seals over me. And then I fall.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, leaving me shaking and gasping, my cries muffled by my own palm. Axel doesn’t stop—he draws it out, licking me through every aftershock, like he can’t get enough.
When he finally pulls away, I’m sprawled across the desk, panting, flushed, wrecked. Lust dilates his pupils as he stands, undoing his belt with a dark smirk.
He leans in and kisses me, hard and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His hands grip my hair as he devours my mouth, and I feel the thick head of his cock graze my still-throbbing core.
Our chests press together, breathing in sync, and against his lips, I murmur, “I want all of you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. With one smooth thrust, he’s inside me—filling me so perfectly it knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Fuck, I’ve missed being inside you.”
His movements are slow at first, purposeful.
Every stroke dulls the rest of the world, until all I can feel is him—deep and hot and overwhelming.
I lock my ankles behind him, drawing him impossibly close.
His body is solid under my hands, his lips never leaving mine as he rocks us steadily on the desk.
Then he picks up the pace.
Deeper. Harder.
His mouth trails to my jaw, down my neck, planting bruising kisses that mark me in ways I don’t mind. I moan into his shoulder, trying to quiet the sounds pouring from me, but it only pushes him further.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he murmurs, echoing words he said before—but this time, they hit differently. Real. Heavy. True .
He slows just enough to say, “I’ve realized how much I care for you. How far I’d go to protect you. This… right here. I need you to know how deep it goes.”
My heart clenches. I cup his face, hold his gaze, and the truth tumbles from my lips before I can think twice.
“I love you.”
And just like that, it changes. We’re not just fucking anymore. This isn’t about lust or escape. It’s everything.
He doesn’t say it back. He doesn’t have to. The look in his eyes—the softness there, the wonder—tells me everything. This is the real Axel. Raw. Beautiful. Mine.
He smiles, then spins me around, pressing me flat against the desk. I barely catch my breath before he’s inside me again—deeper now, rougher, driving into me with reckless abandon. My stomach digs into the desk, but all I feel is him. The stretch. The fullness. The unbearable pleasure.
He fists my hair, lifting my head, and drops the sweetest kiss to my cheek—a stark, jarring contrast to the way he’s fucking me. It’s intimate chaos, a blur of pain and pleasure that sets my body alight.
“Axel,” I whimper.
“Yes, baby?”
“More.”
He lifts one leg, resting it on the desk to angle me open, and with the shift, he sinks even deeper. Papers and pens scatter to the floor, but I barely register the noise. I’m too busy trying not to fall apart.
His fingers find my clit and with one firm pinch, my orgasm barrels toward me. I press my lips together to stifle the scream, but it’s useless. The pleasure rips through me, wild and brutal.
“I can’t… Axel, I can’t!” I cry out, hips jerking as he hits that perfect spot over and over. He slaps my ass—half warning, half praise—and the sound only drags another moan from my throat.
“Ssshhh, baby,” he whispers, covering my mouth with his palm just as his fingers twist against my clit. My second orgasm slams into me, sharp and consuming. I cry out into his hand as my body clenches around him.
Three more thrusts and he’s gone too, buried to the hilt, his own strangled groan vibrating against my back. “ Fuck ,” he pants.
He leans forward, kissing the back of my neck, softer now. Slower. Like a man in love.
Eventually, he pulls me into his lap, settling us in my chair. I curl into his chest, both of us spent and breathless, not bothering with modesty or cleanup. We just hold each other, wrapped in sweat and something dangerously close to forever.
I press my ear to his chest, listening to the thunder of his heartbeat.
“I’m not going to be able to do this job anymore, am I?” I whisper, dread creeping into my voice.
“What makes you say that?” he murmurs.
“Well… I can’t exactly uphold the law while I’m sleeping with a criminal. Bit of a conflict of interest.” I try to laugh, but it falls flat under the weight of what I know is true.
“Innocent until proven guilty,” Axel murmurs, brushing his nose down mine.
I tilt my head up, studying him. This man. Somehow, in all the chaos, I found him . We shouldn’t fit. But we do. We’re fire and gasoline. We’re dark and light. And still, we work .
I stroke my fingers down his cheek and whisper.
His forehead presses to mine, his smile softening until I see the boy beneath the man—the one no one else ever gets to see.
“Tell me something you’re afraid of,” I say quietly.
He hesitates, brows drawing together, eyes searching mine. Then: “You.”
My breath catches. “What?”
He pulls me tighter against him, lips grazing my forehead. “I’m scared of having you. Of losing you. Of disappointing you… or worse, hurting you.”
“You don’t know those things will happen,” I say, gently .
His expression turns serious, eyes full of unspoken fears. “No. But they’re all possible.”
And for once, I don’t have an answer.
Because he’s right. Love has never been about guarantees. Only about the choice to stay despite the risk.
And I’m all in.