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“Perfect. Keep moving.”

Each time I move to work myself on his scissoring fingers, Axel pushes them back inside me to deepen the impact. His thumb moves inside my panties, lifting to locate my clit before pushing down on it.

“More,” I plead.

“Fucking stunning. You ride my hand so well.”

Working myself on him, I find a fast, driving pace that he matches. I had no idea that getting finger fucked on a riverbank could be so hot, but here we are.

When Axel pushes a third finger into my slit, my head falls back on my shoulders. Everything feels tense and overheated. My muscles have tensed to breaking point.

“Ax…”

“That’s it, babe. Are you going to give it up for me?”

“Yes… Please…”

“Come on. Soak my hand. That’s it.”

The intensity of his fingers pressing inside my core drives me to the edge. He’s dragging against my walls and pressing the sweet spot buried far inside me, but it’s his praise that finishes me off.

Staring up at the glowing night sky, I have to mash my lips together to hold a loud cry of ecstasy inside. The moan reverberates from my throat and chest instead, echoing with my orgasm.

“Oh, God,” I mewl.

“Dammit. That’s a sight, Em.”

Undulating on Axel’s hand, the last vestiges of my release engulf me, spreading heat into every last molecule of my being. The way he watches me in awe makes it even more satisfying.

“That was so incredibly hot, I think I actually came myself,” he announces proudly. “Bloody hell.”

Cheeks flushing, I feel him ease his hand from my panties and leggings. I’m not prepared for him to raise his fingers to his mouth and lick each glistening digit clean.

“You even taste sweet. Fuck.”

“You’re insane, Ax. And that was insane too.”

“Does insane mean good, amazing or mind-blowingly fantastic in your language?”

With his fingers sucked dry, Axel gives me a lascivious smirk. I crash my forehead into his chest, unable to provide a single, level-headed retort back.

Yep. I am well and truly screwed now.

CHAPTER 17

EMBER

LIMBS – PLGRMS

“Good, Ember! Again.”

Facing off against Archer, I bob around the boxing ring, appraising my opponent. He’s skilled and well-trained, but after blocking my first few blows, his efforts to avoid me have failed.

Speed is my best asset, and I need every edge I can get over him. The fact that Hyland is watching us spar only increases my desire to finish off the bald agent he assigned to fight me.

At first, I allowed Archer to think that his job would be easy. He managed a strike to the chest before I unleashed hell on him. Three seconds later, he was stupefied and clutching his face.

“Shit,” Archer mutters between puffed breaths. “You’re fast.”