“That’s it,” he crooned. “It’s so good.”
As he filled her to the hilt, she sucked in a sharp breath. In this position, he felt even bigger, plumbed even farther inside her. His size overwhelmed her, the stretch even more of a burn.
Axel pulled back, nearly withdrawing from her until he surged inside again, a little harder, a little faster. He repeated the process a few times, picking up the tempo and the drive with every thrust.
Mystery closed her eyes and drank the sensations in. She’d loved having him on top of her, but in this position, she felt taken, like his to use at will. Somehow he also made her feel as if he needed her more than he wanted her, and every thrust, grunt, and groan told her he wanted her with a desperation that blindsided and shocked her.
“Axel . . .”
“Yeah, princess. Tell me.”
“Oh, god,” she panted. “Every time you enter me, you rub something inside me way deep.”
“I do.” His voice sounded rough, like gravel. “I feel every fucking inch of you.”
To prove his point, he sank all the way in again, his balls gently slapping her slick folds, then he gyrated against her spot, prodding, poking, driving her out of her damn mind.
“Yes. There. Oh, right there. That’s . . .” She couldn’t manage more than a groan.
“Oh, yeah. I know it’s right there. You’re closing around me. So tight. So fucking sweet. But I need more. I need to touch all of you.”
Mystery couldn’t fathom what he meant until he brushed his fingertips across the small of her back, spreading the moisture he’d poured onto her skin earlier all around. It was some sort of oil. She could feel it lubricating her now, running into the crevice between her cheeks, pooling around her back entrance.
His thumb joined the fray, sweeping up and down that fissure before circling the opening no one had ever touched.
When she clenched, Axel pried his fingers into the shadowy cleft of her ass and pulled the two halves apart. “Mine.” He growled the word, an animalistic sound from the depths of his chest. “All of you. Mine.”
The part of her brain that functioned now realized how caveman and possessive he sounded. The woman inside her approved. Her pussy suddenly pulsed. She tossed her hips back at him as he thrust, helping him spear her even more completely.
When he dredged that spot again and he inserted his thumb in her back opening, the sparks lighting up her sex converged with the new ones he’d just introduced. Climax sat right there, so damn close she could just cry for it. One more teeny-tiny sensation would send her tumbling into an abyss unlike anything else. Her vision closed up.
“Axel. Oh . . . my . . .” She couldn’t even form the rest of the sentence. Instead, she tossed her head back and wailed. Her voice sounded high-pitched and desperate and rife with the pain of unfulfilled need. She clawed the sheets, sucked in a breath, and thrashed on his cock.
He withdrew so slowly, Mystery swore she would lose every shred of sanity. But when he hurtled his way back in, tunneling past each sensitive spot, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Please. Fuck. Me. Yes . . .” She gasped in a breath. “Now. I need it! So . . . good.”
“So fucking good,” he agreed. “Come for me!”
He plunged inside her again, urgent and fierce, his thumb sliding all the way inside her ass. The sensations coiled just behind her clit. The tingles, the heaviness, the desperate ache all melded together in a dizzy, crazy, sublime euphoria that tightened and gathered before exploding through her limbs, lacing every vein, utterly filling her. Arching to him and clawing at the bed, she screamed, the sound shrill and loud and lasting seemingly forever. So did her orgasm.
God, she never felt anything remotely like this climax that turned her body inside out, dismantled her brain, destroyed her defenses.
When her breath ran out, the ecstasy still pulsed and twitched inside her, battering her like the tide against the rocks of the shore—constantly and without mercy. Mystery had only thought she and Axel had shared combustive sex earlier today. Now? Holy crap, would she even be the same woman after this mind-bending bliss?
Behind her, Axel’s grip tightened. He swelled even more inside her, scraping her sensitive flesh once more and prodding a spot that had her crying out again. The headboard banged the wall harder, faster.
And behind her, he leaned over her body and breathed into her ear. “Oh . . . Fuck me, princess.” He groaned, the sound vibrating through her oversensitive body. “I’m coming!”
She gave him a warbled little moan as he picked up the speed of his thrusts, bit into her neck, then snarled out his satisfaction in long, plowing strokes. She spiked into another sharp peak.
Timeless moments later, she tumbled down into a soft cloud of satisfaction. Except for the sound of their harsh panting, silence prevailed. The headboard stilled. Axel stopped. Mystery melted into the mattress, her arms and legs giving out under her.
He went down with her, collapsing on top of her in a heap of limbs as he petted her hip absently, as if silently apologizing for crushing her underneath him.
“What happened?” She really didn’t know. Her body still pulsed, pinged, and glowed. But right now, she absolutely didn’t have a brain.
“Holy fuck.” He groaned as he raised himself off her smaller body and let out an exhausted breath. “That was mind-blowing.”
Understatement of all time. That had been more than sex, more than two people exchanging pleasure. They’d flowed together, melded, fused somehow. Mystery hadn’t ever been in love. She’d always known she had a crush—maybe more—on Axel, but she’d never imagined that she’d fallen for him completely and irrevocably.
That probably explained why she’d never been able to muster more than passing interest for another guy and why she’d so often avoided sex or emotional intimacies. When men had wanted to get to know her, she’d suggested loud clubs and public settings to make that impossible. She’d appreciated having company and often gravitated to dates who would make her laugh. At the time, she’d thought she merely liked guys with a sense of humor. Now she suspected it was because they hadn’t been serious about her, either.
How had less than an hour in bed with a man she hadn’t seen in years been the most revealing, intimate exchange of her entire life?
Mystery didn’t have answers, and emotions she’d been stomping down and burying bubbled to her surface. She burst into tears—and not dainty little sniffling cries. Of course not. These were giant, loud blubbering sobs. The total embarrassment only made her cry harder.
Axel eased out of her well-used body and rolled to her side, taking her in his arms. “It’s all right, princess. I’m here. I know. It was big. Powerful. Look at me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting him. He’d only see the love in her eyes. He’d see how badly she wanted to do things that had likely never crossed his mind, like wearing his ring and having his babies and going into debt for a dream house together. Lord, she was so pathetic.
He caressed her back, big sweeps of his palm comforting her and promising more. “Look at me.”
Mystery tried to school her features and crack one eye open at him. Understanding lit his blue eyes. Sweat dampened his hair, and he looked spent. But happy. A smile broke out across his face. She answered in kind, even as tears ran down her cheeks.
“I’ve got you,” he vowed. “Hold on to me.”
She sniffled and pressed her face to his chest, absorbing his strength and the sense of belonging to him. He kissed the top of her head, rubbed absently at her back. Mystery allowed herself to sink into the lethargy, the sated peace.
“You surprised by how good we are together?” he asked.
Her lids fluttered shut as she fitted herself even more tightly against his big chest. “Yes . . . but mostly no.”
She felt him smile above her, and he held her closer. “I’m not surprised much, either.”