He scrambled off the bed, kicking off his pants as he went, then tore into the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling around until he found an unopened box. He ripped into it, tearing off the entire side of the cardboard to grab one of the foil squares. With his teeth, he yanked off the top of the packet, then rolled the condom down his stiff length as if his life depended on it.
Less than a heartbeat later, he lowered himself on top of her, elbows on either side of her head, and took her lips with his, using them to spread her mouth wide for his kiss. He invited himself inside, his tongue delving, capturing. He invaded her everywhere, and she felt saturated by his scent, consumed by his passion.
Mystery arched up to him, trying to get closer. She was beyond realizing that Axel stirred and excited her unlike any other man. That train had left the station years ago. But somehow, every time he touched her, he reminded her all over again.
As he pushed his fingers into her hair, he gripped the strands in his fist, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. At the same time, he probed her aching sex with his erection, a rhythmic seeking against her slick tissue until he found the spot he sought and began a relentless press forward.
The slide in felt a little easier than it had this afternoon, despite her lingering soreness. As he surged forward, she stretched around his girth, working to accommodate him and losing herself in the delicious burn. He filled her completely. Her flesh stung and tingled as he withdrew slightly and surged deeper—over and over.
Every ruthless thrust should have been uncomfortable, but instead the feel of him forcing her to take every inch had euphoria clouding her head like a drug. She welcomed it—and him—wholeheartedly.
With a whimper, she tilted her hips up in offering. He slid his hands under her ass and gripped tightly. Every fingertip pressed into the flesh of her backside, and he used his strength to yank her onto his cock as if he couldn’t wait another second for her to take him all the way to the hilt. He tossed his head back with a low, rumbling groan.
The force of his next drive into her had her gasping with a pleasure-pain she’d never felt. She wanted to hold him in her arms, but they were bound. She wanted to throw her legs around him, but he held her exactly where he wanted her and unleashed a hard, pounding rhythm that had her whimpering, then moaning, then calling his name.
Every thrust of his cock rubbed against sensitive tissue along the front wall of her sex. He doubled the tingles with every lunge inside her as his pelvis rubbed her clit. The sensations climbed. She pressed her fingernails into her palms, tossed her head back, and keened.
Mystery felt herself spinning away, the absolute pleasure overtaking her body, her brain. She tightened on him, throwing her whole body and heart into his kiss as black spots danced behind her eyes.
“You want to come?” he growled. “For me? Right now?”
“Yes. Please . . .” She nodded frantically. “Yes!”
He ramped up his hard surges into her body, the headboard pounding the wall every time he slammed inside her. Above her, his eyes had gone a sexy shade of midnight blue. He stared at her intently, knowing he held the power to grant her orgasm . . . or take it away. She waited, breath held, dissolving for him.
“Beg me more. I’m not convinced you want it enough yet.”
Chapter Eleven
HE’D barely finished speaking when he drove deep in her pussy again, setting off a chain reaction of tingles. Climax was right there, just waiting for him to give her that perfect touch. Axel withheld it, studying her, watching, waiting.
Mystery quivered around his cock, her flesh constricting tightly. With a low groan, he plunged harder, shoved his way deeper. Sweat beaded at his temples. Moisture coated the bulges of his shoulders. She felt as if he’d stretched the muscles of her inner thighs to their breaking point and knew she’d be sore as hell in a few hours. But she didn’t care. She just wanted more.
“Please . . .” she cried out. “I need it. I need you, Axel. I can’t take much more.”
“That’s a little better. I might let you. Sooner, if you’re louder.”
Louder? Did he want her to shout the building down? She jerked against the restraints and writhed as much as his big body on top of her allowed. “I don’t know what to do or say. It’s overwhelming and I’m desperate. What else do you want to hear? Please . . .”
“You’re getting there. Let me see if I can help you along.” Axel hesitated and flung himself off the bed, rummaging around in the nightstand again.
“What are you doing?” Didn’t he know she was on fire over here?
“Looking for just the right thing to blow your mind. Here we go.” The smile that crossed his square, so-male face made her heart skip a few beats. It dripped sin, promised to push her.
“Hurry,” she breathed. “Pretty please. I really need to—”
“Oh, you will.” He palmed something and shut the drawer, then shoved whatever had been in his hand under the pillow. “Turn over.” He helped her onto her stomach, the chain holding her cuffs together crossing near their hook in the wall. “On your hands and knees.”
As he clasped her hips and helped her up, Mystery adjusted herself on the mattress. His stare heated her back. She felt so vulnerable as he grabbed the item from under the pillow, hiding it in his palm again, then positioned himself behind her, planting his knees between hers and spreading them wider.
“You ever been taken from behind?”
Mystery searched her memory, but he’d fried it. “Maybe once or twice. I don’t remember.”
“So you don’t know if you liked it?”
“Well, sex in general never wowed me before you.”
“That’s beautifully honest. I definitely want to make sure you continue to feel that way, princess.”
She heard what sounded like a plastic cap popping open, followed by a squishy noise. He closed the top in place again, and she felt a gentle plop as he tossed the object across the bed. Something drizzled along the small of her back, liquid and slightly warm before it trickled down into the crease between her cheeks.
With a yelp, Mystery raised her ass and tried to lean her torso forward and send the liquid running in the other direction and off the sheets.
Axel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back up. “Don’t move.”
Her rational brain wanted to argue that they were going to make a mess, but the commanding note in his tone silenced her. She closed her eyes, refocused, breathed.
“Good. The way you understood me instantly and complied turns me the fuck on.”
Mystery sincerely hoped that meant that he intended to fit his wide cock against her empty, weeping opening and fill her until he released her to orgasm. If not, she wasn’t above begging him again.
For now, she settled for wriggling her hips in what she hoped was an enticing sway.
He palmed one of her cheeks, chuckling. “Believe me, I’m fully aware of your gorgeous ass right in front of me. I could stare at it all day.”
Please don’t just look. Do something!
“But at the moment, I’d rather fuck you more and hear how well you can beg.”
What more did he want her to say? She’d blurted her feelings and added more than one please. She’d told him that she was desperate for the pleasure. What else could she give him?
He answered that question quickly, bending over her body and feeding his cock inside her again. This time, he slid in slowly, easing one molasses inch at a time into her clenching pussy.