Page 54 of Beyond Reason

No—Axel could probably take it. He would let me edge him all night. I was the one that couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Come for me, Axel. Come on my cock and show me how much it’s always been me.”

I thrust into him hard and ground my torso along his length at the same time—he exploded instantly. The cry that tore from his chest was hoarse and wild, and the feel of him clenching around me as his cum slicked between us was sin. I hadn’t just been working him up playing with him—I was burning.

I was on fire.

And I needed to fuck straight through him before we both turned to ash.

“Mine.” I growled the word and shifted, lifting his leg so I could fuck into him like a man possessed. It almost felt good that he was so much bigger than me—that even though he could have easily rolled me over and taken what he wanted, I’d brought him to this, to a trembling, aching mess that was caught in waves of climax that painted pleasure across his features until that was all I could see.

His pupils blown.

His lips parted.

Tears on his cheeks.

Beautiful.

I couldn’t control myself anymore—Axel’s orgasm had calmed, but I wasn’t finished. I angled his hips so my cock nailed into his prostate and fucked him harder. It made his mouth go wide, his spent cock twitch.

It made him finally break his careful self-restraint to reach out for me. To hold onto me. To anchor us together as I fucked him hard and fast until he was gasping again, until he was a gorgeous mixture of trying to move with me and trying to pull away. Until he was so strung out and overstimulated that the tears were back, and he collapsed against the sheets.

“Xavier… I need it, please.”

It.

“You need me.” I gasped the words out. His ass clenched around my cock so hard I nearly saw stars, nearly lost what I wanted. I thrust one more time and pulled out while I was still coming.

It was easy to crawl up his body—easy to press my hard cock against his half-soft length and roll my hips through the rest of my orgasm.

He cried out against my mouth when I kissed him, and I drank the sound down like ambrosia as my pleasure blinded me.

When I collapsed against his chest, he was shivering and shaking—I stayed there long enough to listen to his heart rate return to normal, stroking my fingers along his sides.

“Mmm, you’re so good for me, Sunshine. And you’re mine, right?” I sat up, though my body wanted to stay curled against his, and pulled his head into my lap.

He looked up at me with fucked out eyes. “Just yours.”

Axel leaned into my touch as I gently started to thread my fingers through his hair, murmuring praises and memorizing the way his blissed out face was so soft as he came down from the high.

Fuck… No wonder I’d come back from wherever I’d been—no force in Heaven or Hell could ever keep me away from him.

I stepped over Alieen’s body again as Axel started to get dressed after our second shower, and headed for the living room. He froze in place like he was afraid I was still going to walk out after what we’d just done, and I threw him a smirk over my shoulder.

“Calm down. I’m just going to see if she parked in your driveway or had someone drop her off here. I may not know much about hiding a murder, but I’m pretty sure having the victim's car in plain sight is a no-no.”

The relief that washed over his body was palpable, and it made something in my chest feel warm. He really was worried, even though I’d thought I’d made it pretty clear in the shower that I wasn’t going to leave over something as ridiculous as him filling a need while he thought I was dead.

“Right. I’ll get some gloves and start working on the mess you made.” He shook his head at me slowly and glanced at the blood that had pooled in the hall. “Honestly, Xavier, if you were a client, I’d put you on my blacklist. This is going to take hours to clean properly.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have touched something that didn’t belong to her,” I called back in a sing-song voice as I turned to the front door and pulled it open. “Then I wouldn’t have had to—oh.”

There were two men standing in the doorway, and judging by the guns that I could clearly see strapped to their sides, they weren’t vacuum salesmen.

Well, shit.

“Hello there, gentlemen. Can I help you?” I tried for innocent—it helped that I was no longer coated in blood. It probably didn’t help that it only took a quick glance down the hallway to see the dead body sprawled out on the floor.

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