On pleasure and pain.
And then Axel is releasing me, he is taking off his own shirt and boxers now and while he does, I rid myself of my shorts.
His attention follows mine, but he doesn’t say anything, simply allows me to take him in.
My eyes land on his chest, on the rippled muscles, the scars, specifically the two thick puckered ones across his abdomen.
The ones he never really told me how he got. But I can guess. Axel isn’t a Thorne. When he was thrown into prison, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was tortured every day, if they tried to kill him.
He shifts and it brings my attention to his cock. It bobs up to his belly. A reminder of why we are naked, of what we are about to do.
He leans back, reaching into a drawer, pulling out a metal square. “Condom,” he advises.
A flash of jealousy hits unexpectedly as I watch him open it with his teeth.
“Why do you have those?” I ask. The question burns on the way out.
He doesn’t answer, instead Axel throws back his head and laughs.
My anger heats my skin. “Why are you laughing?”
“The fact that you think there is even the smallest possibility I bought these for anyone but you, is comical. Now relax Sunday. Let me fill that pretty cunt with my cock.”
My heart beats in my chest, my nerves are shot and raw. “How did you know you would need it?”
Axel raises a cocky brow, settling between my legs. He brings my ankles up, one at a time he places them on his shoulders. “Sunday,” he murmurs huskily.
His cock presses at my entrance. He has readied me for this, but I cannot help the flash of anxiety that shoots out.
“I told you before. You. Are.Ours.” He leans over, extending me and drives forward. Hard and quick.
He fully seats himself inside me and pauses, examining me.
“Good girl, that feels good doesn’t it? You like me stretching you, don’t you? But I told you.” He pulls all of the way out. “I won’t be gentle.” He bucks again, even harder, somehow deeper.
He is filling me past the point of comfort, and with my legs up, I can’t control the speed. He has left me defenseless, spread, and soaked.
I love it.
“Fuck. You feel…incredible.”That’s the last he says before he begins thrusting rhythmically, pushing and extending, taking and taking and taking. He flattens me to the mattress, my legs stretched as far as they will go.
“Axel,” I moan hoarsely. “Please,” I beg. But I don’t know what for.
He and I are crossing an unspoken line, it is leading me further and further towards the inevitable. Steering me towards the realization.
I am moving on.
Physically, it has only been months since my boyfriend, histwin,has died. But in actuality it has beenyears.
I am a horrible fucking person.
It is a war of morality as he continues to roll into me, leaving me boneless. Taking from me only that which I want to freely give.
My pleasure is full body, morphing and twisting and transforming.
Axel slows his thrusts, bends down, and finds my lips. With his hot mouth on mine, he slams long and deep into me.
Axel is not fucking me.
