Page 68 of Zimyra

“Shh,” he says, with his wet lips flush against mine.

“Axel.”

I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of his face. Why did I do that? My heart flutters when they catch his darkened hazel eyes fixated on me.

I whisper, “Axel, I can’t do this with you.”

He tries to resume the kiss. I turn my head away from the angle of his mouth. He improvises by using one hand to hold both of my wrists against the wall while his free hand directs my chin, moving my head to where he wants it – facing him.

“What did you say to me?” he asks.

“I said, I can’t…can’t do this…with you.” My heart is beating so fast, I can hardly talk.

He says, “You can. You want to, Zimyra.”

“I don’t,” I tell him, but I don’t even believe myself, so I know he doesn’t believe me.

“You do. I see it in your eyes. I saw it last night. Why do you think I let you kiss me first? Hunh?”

My mind races. He’s already fine. Interrogating me only makes him finer. Not to mention, I know what his mouth tastes like. His lips taste like the finest cuisine. His tongue tastes like my wildest dreams. Collectively, they’re enough for me to release my inhibitions and give this man what he wants.

I close my eyes and attempt to catch my breath, looking for that common sense I’m supposed to have. Whenever Axel is around, common sense is hard to come by.

“Open your eyes, Sunflower.”

“No.”

He snickers.

Cocky bastard.

He says, “I can get you to open them, Zimyra.”

I open them and connect to his gaze again. My body trembles. I make efforts to breathe, but I’m having a hard time yet again.

“Can you release me, please?”

“No,” he responds, his lips inches away from mine.

“Axel…”

“Did you sleep last night, because I didn’t? Every time I tried—every time I closed my eyes, I saw this beautiful face of yours. I relived our kiss. Don’t tell me you didn’t, because I know that’ll be a lie.”

“Axel…”

I say his name again to snap him out of this infatuation he has with me, but he’s too far gone.

He says, “Your taste lives on my tongue. I love kissing you. I love the way your tongue feels in my mouth. I love hearing you moan. I love feeling your body tremble, like it’s doing now.”

“Do you say this to all the women?”

A smile grows on his face.

He releases my wrists.

Finally.

I lower my arms and push him in the chest in feigned defiance.

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