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She cried out again when he sank a second finger in. She was grinding against his hand now, riding his fingers and chasing pleasure. His other arm was looped around her waist, holding her tight and close. And he watched.

He watched as her breaths became sharp, little inhales.

He watched as her hands moved from his arms to his shoulders, as if she didn’t know what to touch or where to hold.

He watched as she tensed when he lowered his mouth to her breast, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nipple.

His eyes never left her as her knees clenched around his hips, as her mouth parted on a small cry when he thrust his fingers in again, this time curling them to hit that spot that sent her careening into ecstasy. He felt her clamp around his fingers, his thumb still moving as she rode out her high, and when her brow fell against his chest, his hand smoothed over her hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

It was a good minute before she lifted her head, her breaths still too fast as heated amber eyes met his. Then she was sliding off him, already reaching for his pants and tugging. Axel wasn’t about to argue, helping her out and kicking them down his legs before flinging them out into the room. She was alreadyclamoring back onto him. He wasn’t prepared when her fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a firm stroke from base to tip.

“Fucking Arius,” he cursed, falling back onto his elbows.

She only smiled, repeating the movement before lifting her hips and lining herself up. He could feel all of her wetness and heat before she even started to sink down. He had flopped down onto his back, his hands fisting in the sheets as she moved slowly. Every part of him wanted to grab those hips and yank her down, but he was once more too enraptured by her lips parting and her eyelids already going heavy again.

One of her hands fell to his chest as she rocked down, and some unintelligible sound came from her as she finally took the last inch of him. He couldn’t think around the feeling of being buried deep inside her, but his soul knew what that sound had meant because he was feeling the exact same thing.

That this was right.

That the rightness was overwhelming.

That he wanted more.

Needed it.

Unfisting his hands from the sheets, he slid them up her thighs, unable to help himself as his hips flexed up. She gave a soft moan, her other hand coming to his chest.

“This is— I can’t—” Her chest was heaving again.

“Take your time,” he murmured, fighting the urge to lift her and feel that slick friction.

He held still while she sucked in a deep breath, visibly getting herself under control. He bit down on a curse as she shifted, finding the position most comfortable for her, but he couldn’t keep his hands from roaming. Up her ribs. To her breasts. Down her sides. Around to her ass.

Then she finally rocked into him, and he pushed out a sharp breath. “That’s it, kitten.”

Her rhythm was lazy and unhurried, and every once in a while she would pause and swivel her hips, grinding down against him. In the back of his mind, he wondered if she’d ever done this before. He knew she’d been fucked, didn’t like to think about it really, but had she ever been on top? Ever been given the opportunity to discover what she liked and didn’t?

So he let her take her time, murmuring soft praises as she did. He never stopped touching her. Brushing his fingers over her lips. Plucking at a nipple. Dipping his fingers between her legs to rub against her clit. And when she started making those desperate little noises, the ones that told him she didn’t know what else to do, he pulled her to his chest. His arms wrapped around her tight as she buried her face into his neck, and his hips punched up into her. Each moan and little cry from her only made him more crazed. Where she had found a rhythm, he had no such thing. His movements were frenzied and erratic, and when he felt her start to spasm around him, he had no choice but to follow.

It wasn’t until later, after they’d cleaned up and climbed back into bed that she whispered into the night, “I’ve never gotten to do that before.”

“Do what? Be on top?” Axel asked, peppering kisses along her neck as he tugged her back against his chest.

“Finish,” she answered.

Axel froze. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“I wasn’t exactly a priority when I was there to service them,” she answered sleepily, pressing her ass back even more as she wiggled to get comfortable.

He didn’t know what to say. It shouldn’t surprise him. It didn’t when he really thought about it.

But as he felt her breathing shift and she slipped into slumber, he found himself still awake.

Because suddenly he didn’t think the idea of trying to contact Scarlett through the mirror was all that crazy. Not if it meant they could somehow keep whatever it was they’d found here.

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