Page 13 of Not Her Day to Die (Star-Crossed #2)

He shifts and it brings my attention to his cock. It bobs up to his belly. A reminder of why we are naked, of what we are about to do.

He leans back, reaching into a drawer, pulling out a metal square. “Condom,” he advises.

A flash of jealousy hits unexpectedly as I watch him open it with his teeth.

“Why do you have those?” I ask. The question burns on the way out.

He doesn’t answer, instead Axel throws back his head and laughs.

My anger heats my skin. “Why are you laughing?”

“The fact that you think there is even the smallest possibility I bought these for anyone but you, is comical. Now relax Sunday. Let me fill that pretty cunt with my cock.”

My heart beats in my chest, my nerves are shot and raw. “How did you know you would need it?”

Axel raises a cocky brow, settling between my legs. He brings my ankles up, one at a time he places them on his shoulders. “Sunday,” he murmurs huskily.

His cock presses at my entrance. He has readied me for this, but I cannot help the flash of anxiety that shoots out.

“I told you before. You. Are. Ours .” He leans over, extending me and drives forward. Hard and quick.

He fully seats himself inside me and pauses, examining me.

“Good girl, that feels good doesn’t it? You like me stretching you, don’t you? But I told you.” He pulls all of the way out. “I won’t be gentle.” He bucks again, even harder, somehow deeper.

He is filling me past the point of comfort, and with my legs up, I can’t control the speed. He has left me defenseless, spread, and soaked.

I love it .

“Fuck. You feel… incredible.” That’s the last he says before he begins thrusting rhythmically, pushing and extending, taking and taking and taking. He flattens me to the mattress, my legs stretched as far as they will go.

“Axel,” I moan hoarsely. “Please,” I beg. But I don’t know what for.

He and I are crossing an unspoken line, it is leading me further and further towards the inevitable. Steering me towards the realization.

I am moving on.

Physically, it has only been months since my boyfriend, his twin, has died. But in actuality it has been years .

I am a horrible fucking person.

It is a war of morality as he continues to roll into me, leaving me boneless. Taking from me only that which I want to freely give.

My pleasure is full body, morphing and twisting and transforming.

Axel slows his thrusts, bends down, and finds my lips. With his hot mouth on mine, he slams long and deep into me.

Axel is not fucking me.

He is making love to me .

He releases my lips, stills inside of me.

His bright eyes find mine, they are churning in distress and love. Blended together in a way that it leaves me breathless.

“Why is there so much pain in your eyes, Sunday?”

“Because I love you,” I gasp. “And it hurts Axel. It hurts so fucking much to realize how easy it was for me to fall in love again. How easy it was for me to move on from Tripp.”

Axel’s lips curl in understanding. “You aren’t moving on Sunday.

My brother will always have a piece of your heart.

We will always give you the space for him there.

You are simply allowing yourself to live.

To love again. But I wish I could take it all away.

I wish you never had to be hurt again.” Axel pauses, watches me .

He is overwhelming me. His cock buried inside, his skin against mine, his breath, his scent. Everything about him is strong and overpowering.

“Sunday, I would swallow every last drop of your pain. Even if it was poison. Even if it would kill me. You know that don’t you? As long as I am by your side, you don’t need to suffer. Let me take it from you.” He’s thrusting again, the angle lands him in a new spot inside of me.

Before he was lathering my pleasure up slowly and spreading it out all across my nerves. But now he is hammering it, finding the source of it, and beating into it over and over again.

He maneuvers between us, finds my clit. “Stop thinking, Little Lamb and just allow yourself to feel. To enjoy this.”

This time, I listen. Emptying my mind and allowing myself to just feel. To dissolve into this moment with him.

Axel is the chaos that I had spent so long hiding from, but no longer.

He pinches down hard and bucks into me again.

I don’t expect the dam to release, don’t realize how taut he has tugged my nerves, don’t notice the scream until after it leaves my lips.

Axel thrusts a few more times before he grunts and stills as he finds his own release.

Axel kisses me on the nose as he gently separates from me, careful as he places my legs back on the mattress. “I love you, Sunday.”

My pulse quickens, I reach for him, but my body is melded to the mattress. My legs sore. My shoulder aching. A boneless mess. Suddenly, I’m terrified that if he disappears from sight, I won’t see him again.

He clocks my anxiety. “I understand, I don’t like being away from you either but I’ll be right back.”

He gets up carefully, discarding the condom, his attention still on me.

But my eyes are on the thread that connects us. The purple light. Except now it isn’t nearly as bright, but it still connects us .

“Grayson,” Axel says as he goes to his bathroom.

My eyes flicker to the door. Grayson is inside and leaning against it. His attention hyper-focused on my naked form.

My cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“This isn’t exactly what I meant.” Grayson quirks his lips, but a wrinkle has formed between his brows.

I can’t tell if it’s worry or something else entirely.

“How long were you there?” I’m searching for my clothes now, but they aren’t on the bed.

Grayson bends down, retrieving my shorts and shirt, he hands them to me. His eyes have been focused on my own, but they flick down for less than a second.

“Not long.”

I’m not sure if I believe him, but I don’t argue. My nerves are shot.

Now that the dust is settling, the familiar guilt wraps up my stomach.

I had sex with my dead boyfriend’s twin.

The thought is paralyzing and I pause in my movements to clothe myself.

“Sunday,” Grayson admonishes. He steps closer to the bed and with his help, I am able to tug up my shorts and pull on my shirt.

He kisses my forehead, tucking my wild curls behind my ears.

“It’s okay. If this was too much, if you realize this isn’t what you want, that we are too much for you, we won’t ever push you. ”

Grayson wraps his arms around me and my head buries against his chest. Axel has returned now, but he allows Grayson and me to have this moment.

“But that’s the problem.” The guilt that felt so tangible, so close moments ago has disbursed and twisted into something different entirely. “I just wish Darius was here. I miss him. ”

And I do. Again I feel as if everything is going to suffocate and overwhelm me, but I allow Grayson’s arms to keep me steady. They are an anchor I so desperately need.

“She has to go pee, so she doesn’t get a UTI.” Axel has thrown on a pair of boxers, but nothing else.

Grayson tightens his hold, squeezing me before releasing me. “Axel,” he warns.

I don’t exactly want to listen to Axel, but now that he’s mentioned it, the urge is riding me hard. Untangling myself from the bed, I don’t wait for how their conversation will play out as I make my way to the bathroom.