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“Your wish is my command, princess.”
Be fucking careful what you wish for is the only thing I manage to think before my brain rattles so hard in my head that I swear the damage will be permanent. I’m fairly sure Axel growls sinful scenarios in my ear the entire time, but there’s no way I can hear him over my rasping, raw screams. The more I scream, the harder he seems to pound, pushing us both to an impossible limit. My cunt is gushing and squeezing his dick like that’s what it was made for and my arms have long since given out so that I’m face down, arse up on the mattress and open for business.
I’m going to be sore for weeks. But that doesn’t stop an earth-shattering release from exploding from my every pore in a dizzying array of sparks. It doesn’t stop Axel from continuing. Is he a fucking machine?
“One more,” he grunts.
“I can’t.” No way.
“You will.”
He pinches my clit and motherfucking christalmighty the bastard is always fucking right. Thank fuck the violence of what I’m sure will literally be La petite mort – though there’s fuck all petite about it – triggers his own roaring release. He fills me. Pumps and pumps and pumps me full of his cum like he’s trying to repopulate the planet in one sitting.
I stop breathing. I’m pretty sure I pass out.
I collapse into the mattress, my whole body liquefied, and Axel slams my legs closed.
“Wh-what?” I don’t have the energy.
“Making sure you keep every last drop in.”
“Why?”
“Because this cunt is mine and that’s my brand.”
Before I can even catch my breath the regret is seeping in.
What the fuck did I just do?
“…sorry,” Axel murmurs, nuzzling my neck. He’s still not gotten off me and his weight pressing into me, which was so delicious only moments ago, is beginning to feel stifling and oppressive.
Typical Axel.
Slowly his words filter through to my sex-scrambled brain. He’s sorry? Sorry for what? Does he regret this too? Why does that make a sharp spike of pain shoot through my chest? I can’t even rub the hurt away with him pinning me down.
“Why are you sorry?”
He pulls away from my neck, replacing his lips with his fingers so that he can continue stroking me while he peers down at me. I’m still on my front, my face crushed awkwardly to the side to try and look at him.
It’s weird that he won’t let me up.
“You misheard me. I said I’m not sorry.” Those words should reassure me, but the look on his face does nothing to soothe the panic rising up in me. He looks even more serious than normal.
“For what? Sleeping with me?”
He shakes his head, fingers still gently stroking. Then they’re gone for the longest second and I actually miss his touch.
“For this.”
There’s the briefest, sharpest scratch on my neck where his fingers had been stroking.
“W-what—”
“Shh, everything will all become clear later, little doe.”
I try to bring my hand up to my neck but I can’t because Axel’s still pinning me down. A hot sense of déjà vu prickles at my skin and a wave of panic begins to form deep in the pit of my belly.
“Ax—” my words won’t form. My tongue is clumsy.
