Her second orgasm hits harder than the first, her pussy squeezing me like a vise as she screams my name. The sensation pushes me right to the edge.
“I’m not gonna last, baby,” I warn her, my rhythm faltering as my control slips. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” she gasps, still riding the waves of her own pleasure. “I want to feel you.”
Her words shatter the last of my restraint. I thrust deep one final time and explode, pumping hot seed into her willing body. The feeling is so intense, so perfect, that for a moment I think I might black out.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her body fits perfectly against mine, like she was made for me. Because she was.
I press a kiss to her forehead, a fierce protectiveness washing over me. “You’re mine now, Kitten. You understand that, right?”
She looks up at me, those green eyes still hazy with pleasure. “I think I’m starting to.”
Chapter Six
SAMI
I wakeup the next morning from the deepest sleep that I’ve had in months. I open my eyes slowly and blink against the brightness, awareness creeping in as I register the unfamiliar bedroom around me.
For a moment, I’m completely disoriented.
This isn’t my lumpy mattress or scratchy discount-store sheets. This is a cloud. A ridiculously comfortable, expensive-smelling cloud that cradles my body like I’m made of glass.
I’m in Axel’s bed.
The events of last night crash into my consciousness like a tidal wave.
The bar. The ride. The expensive Italian food. The hot shower that turned into so much more. My body instantly reminds me of everything that happened, a delicious soreness between my thighs that makes my cheeks flush hot with the memory of his mouth, his hands, his body claiming mine.
I’m completely naked under these sheets. I run my fingers over the fabric, marveling at the softness against my skin. Everything in this room costs more than my entire apartment’s contents combined.
A movement to my right catches my attention.
Axel is sitting in a leather armchair by the window, fully dressed in jeans and a Highland Rye t-shirt with a laptop balanced on his knees. He’s watching me, those dark eyes tracking my every movement with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.
“Morning, Kitten.” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through me. “Sleep well?”
I clutch the sheet tighter against my chest, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I am. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten.” He closes his laptop and sets it aside, giving me his full attention. “You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to wake you.”
Ten o’clock. I’ve never slept this late, not even on my days off. A flash of panic hits me.
“I need to call work. My shift?—”
“Already taken care of.” He stretches his long legs out in front of him, completely at ease while my world tilts on its axis. “I called your boss this morning. You have the next two days off.”
My mouth falls open. “You did what?”
“You needed the rest.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing in the world to rearrange someone’s work schedule without asking. “And I need time with you.”
The casual way he says it stuns me into silence.
I’ve known this man for less than twenty-four hours, and he’s already making decisions about my life. The craziest part is how a small, traitorous part of me likes it. Likes being taken care of. Likes being claimed as his.
But I’m not about to tell him that.
“You can’t just call my boss and change my schedule.” I push myself up to sitting, keeping the sheet firmly in place. “I need those shifts. I have bills.”
