Page 34 of Axle
She obeyed, and the moment those gray orbs locked on mine, the possession in my chest went from heated to molten. I pushed the last inches home and bottomed out. The world narrowed to the hot, velvet clamp of her body clenching around me. The breath I’d been holding left my lungs in a ragged sound that wasn’t even close to civilized.
Her back arched, a low cry breaking from her throat, and my control frayed another inch.
“Fuck, angel,” I rasped, forehead dropping to hers for a beat because my balance was shot. “You take me so damn good. That’s it, baby, all of me.”
“You’re…big,” she whispered, her body trembling with want.
“You love it,” I said, and then I proved how much true it was.
I pulled out and drove back in, slow the first time, deeper the second. Then I gave up pretending to be gentle and fucked her like I meant it. The rhythm built fast—hips snapping into hers, my hand tangled in her hair to hold her in place while my other gripped her thigh and shoved it high. Each thrust was deepenough to grind my cock against her clit every time, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together filling the room.
The bed rocked, the headboard slammed against the wall, and her hands flew to my shoulders, clinging to me. Then she dragged her nails down my back, moaning my name like it was the only one she knew.
“Eyes,” I ordered again. When they flew open, I snapped my hips, hard and deep, and watched her try to hold my gaze while pleasure broke her. “That’s it. That’s what I want. For you to feel me stretching you, owning you, every time you move tomorrow.”
Her eyes went wide, her breath stuttering at the words, and I felt her clamp down around me.
My gaze dropped to her chest, and the sight of her tits bouncing with every drive of my hips nearly scrambled the last circuit in my brain. She shivered when her nipples rasped against my skin. The sensation made her back arch higher, offering more, asking without words.
I bent and dragged my tongue over one tight peak, then closed my mouth around it and sucked hard enough to make her cry out, my cock throbbing at the sound. Palming the other globe, my thumb rolled the nipple until she was breathless.
“Look at you,” I muttered against her skin. “Spread out under me, dripping and taking me so fucking deep I can feel your heartbeat around my cock.”
I eased out, lined myself up, and rocked the head of my cock through her folds, teasing because I liked the little sounds she made when she was frustrated. “Beg.”
Her head snapped up, eyes flashing, pride and need tangling. “Mason?—”
“Beg me, angel.” I pressed in just enough to make her gasp, pulling back before her body could keep me. “Ask for what you want.”
She swallowed hard, gaze locked on mine. Finally, she surrendered, knowing it was the only way to get what she wanted. “Please. I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”
“Where?” I asked because I was a bastard.
Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.
“Inside my pussy,” she whispered. The innocence of the dirty word on her mouth did something to me that had me biting back a curse. “Please, Mason.”
My name on her tongue was so sweet and desperate that I had to bite down to keep from coming at just the fucking sound of it.
“Please what?”
“More.”
I gave it to her, hooking her knees higher and folding her open so I could get deeper. Her gasp was unbridled filth. The feel of her—the way she clenched and fluttered when I hit the spot high inside—had me seeing the kind of stars you only get when you redline too long and refuse to lift.
“Who do you belong to?” My voice was a low, brutal rumble. “Say it.”
“You.” She didn’t even make me ask twice. “I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“Yours, Mason. I’m yours.”
I changed my angle, ground down with a roll of my hips that dragged a strangled sound out of both of us. Then I caught her wrists, pinned them above her head against the pillow, and laced our fingers, holding her down while I fucked her. It wasn’t about control so much as anchoring—keeping her exactly where the pleasure hit hardest and not letting her run from it.
My control wavered. I ground the base of my palm into her clit where our bodies met, and her eyes flew wide like I’d lit a fuse. I kept my weight on my forearms and pistoned my hipswith purpose now. Driving into her, owning that sound, and chasing that perfect tension tightening her everywhere.
“Gonna come for me, angel?” I asked, dragging my thumb over her clit in tight, relentless circles.
