Page 42 of Axel

“Please.” She gasped.

“Not yet. I don’t want to come too quickly.” He was exercising rigid control. He could still taste the musky scent of her in his mouth and did not want to lose that. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she desperately sought his mouth.

With a fevered groan, he crushed her lips with his and finally lowered himself until he was sheathed – her moist tightness wrapped around him like a glove.

Reaching between them, he touched the already sensitive kernel of flesh and pressed down until she was flying again. Her fingers raced over his shoulders and back before latching into the thick hairs at the nape of his neck. She was delirious, her body feeling as if it was being pommeled from the inside out.

He came then, his seed shooting out from the tip of him, deep inside her until he felt as if he was pouring his entire life inside her. His body shuddered on top of hers, made weak by the intensity of a passion that was indescribable.

It took several minutes of breathing heavily for him to compose himself enough to roll off her and even when he did, he could not control the thundering of his heart or the shudders wracking his body.

He did not move, not even when she crawled into his arms and nestled there. His arms came around her body automatically. His mind was in chaos, his body coated with a fine sheen of sweat. He did not know what to say and even if he did, he doubted he would have voiced what was going through his head.

He jerked slightly when she slid one shapely leg over his, her knee dangerously close to his cock.

“You should get some sleep.”

“I am not tired.” Her voice was silky soft, her fingers toying with his chest hairs.

“You should be.”

“I am not.” He was not prepared to have her draping herself on top of him. Her fingers pushed away the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. He stared at her – an impassive expression on his face.

He examined each feature, committing to memory, the large dark brown eyes, the uptilted nose, the shape of her lips, knowing this was going to be the last time he would see her.

He would make the most of tonight, because unbeknown to her, he would be leaving tomorrow. The thought of that pained him, but he was not prepared to be in a relationship. He had had his fill and was never going back there.

His hands settled on her waist, before curving towards the small of her back. Not surprisingly, he was getting hard again. Usingone hand to cup her cheek, he brought her head down so that he could nuzzle her lips and then her throat and her neck.

He nibbled on the soft flesh and smiled at her moan of pleasure. Lifting her up, he planted her firmly on his half ready cock, feeling when it burgeoned into fullness as soon as she was wrapped around it.

They took it slow, their hips undulating and meeting each other in a timely manner. His lips moved up to settle on hers. The kiss was also slow and evocative. His hands framed her face, his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly.

He captured her moans, tasted her sweetness, reveled in it, ate it up as he timed his thrusts inside her. Easing out until the tip of his penis was barely touching her, he plunged in slowly, withdrawing again until he was driving them both to insanity.

Reaching between them, he toyed with the kernel of sensitive flesh until she is climaxing, her slender body shivering, fingers digging into his chest. He didn’t feel the pain, he felt nothing except the acute and exquisite pleasure being inside her was emitting.

He came right behind her, his body shuddering from the force of the orgasm, his heart almost bursting inside his chest. She collapsed on his chest, burying her face in the crease of his neck as soon as he released her mouth.

His arms came around her possessively, his hold tight as he stared at the floor to ceiling window, his brow furrowed and an ache inside his chest.

Her breath tickled his skin, her breasts mashed against the hairs on his chest were as erotic as hell. If only he had met her before Serena, then this would have had a chance, then he could have trusted her enough to make it blossom into something meaningful.

Chapter 11

She was so happy that nothing could dent the euphoria that was wrapped all around her. He had made love to her this morning, laboring over her body with an exquisite torture that had tormented her and had her begging for release.

At the door, he had kissed her long and lingeringly, his arms wrapped around her body as if he did not want to let her go.

But there had been no promises of seeing her later. But that had not mattered. After last night and this morning, she was certain he would acknowledge that they were in a relationship. If he wanted to take it slow, then she would concede. She would comply with anything as long as it meant that she would be with him.

Not even the upsetting phone call from her mother had dampened her spirit.

Eleanor had called complaining as usual. About the difficulties she was facing. Her career was about to become extinct.

“They are making noises about killing off my character.” Her voice was bitter with anger. “I have been with that series for more than two decades. I made it into what it is today and now they are trying to get rid of me! I am speaking to my lawyers…“

“Mother, what do you want me to say?” Ellie asked wearily. “You were the one who said that you needed a break. That you were tired of playing the same role. Perhaps this is an opportunity for you to either hang up your acting shoes or try out new things.