Page 23 of The Placeholder
“Move,” she whispers, lifting her hips to take me deeper. “Please, Axel.”
I withdraw slowly, savoring the drag of her body against mine, then thrust back in with more force. Her gasp ignites something primal in me, and I establish arhythm that has the headboard knocking against the wall. Each stroke drives me deeper, claiming her, marking her as mine.
“Been dreaming about this,” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Having you like this. Taking you. Making you mine.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle and drawing me impossibly deeper. I slide one hand beneath her, gripping the curve of her ass to lift her into each thrust. The other hand tangles in her hair, tugging gently to expose more of her neck to my hungry mouth.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her pulse point, tasting salt and sweetness. “Say it."
“I’m yours,” she gasps, the words breaking on a moan as I hit that spot inside her that makes her walls clench around me. “All yours, Axel.”
The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and desperate, nearly undoes me. I slow my pace, drawing out each thrust, determined to make this last. I want to burn this moment into my memory—the sight of her beneath me, the feel of her around me, the sounds she makes with each roll of my hips.
“Turn over,” I command, withdrawing from her body with a groan of loss.
She complies immediately, rolling onto her stomach. I lift her hips, positioning her on her knees, and take a moment to appreciate the view—her back a graceful curve, the globes of her ass perfectly presented, her sex glistening with evidence of her arousal. I run my hands down her spine, feeling the shiver that passes through her.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, positioning myself at her entrance again.
This time, when I push inside, the angle draws a feral cry from her lips. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling her back to meet each forward thrust. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, mixing with our harsh breathing and desperate moans.
The primitive satisfaction of taking her like this—claiming her—sends fire racing through my veins. Each thrust drives me deeper, harder, the tight grip of her body threatening to unravel me completely. I reach around to find her clit, circling it with two fingers in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me again,” I demand, feeling her start to tighten around me. “Let me feel you.”
Her climax hits hard, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vise as she cries out my name. The sensation nearly tips me over the edge, but I grit my teeth, determined to draw out our pleasure. I slow my movements, working her through the aftershocks, until her trembling subsides.
Before she can collapse onto the mattress, I flip her again, laying her on her back. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, lips swollen from my kisses, hair a wild tangle against the white pillows. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I lower myself over her, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s all possession and promise. “I’m not done with you yet,” I murmur against her lips.
Her legs wrap around me again as I slide back into her welcoming heat. This position lets me watch her face, see every flicker of pleasure cross her features as I move within her. I brace myself on my forearms, caging her beneath me, our bodies pressed together from chest to hip.
“Feel what you do to me,” I growl, grinding deep. “How hard you make me. How much I want you.”
Her hands roam my back, nails scraping lightly down my spine, sending shivers of pleasure racing through me. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust, taking me deeper, her body a perfect match for mine.
I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my control slipping with each slide of our bodies. “I can’t hold back much longer,” I admit, voice strained with the effort of restraint.
“Then don’t,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to feel you lose control.”
Her words snap something inside me. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing her legs wider, changing the angle to drive even deeper. My thrusts become harder, faster, more desperate as I chase my release.
“Ride me,” I suddenly decide, rolling us in one smooth motion so she’s straddling my hips, my cock still buried deep inside her.
The sight of her above me—breasts bouncing with each movement, head thrown back in pleasure, the long line of her throat exposed—is almost more than I can bear. My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she finds her rhythm.
“Take what you need,” I urge, watching her chase her pleasure. “Use me.”
She places her palms on my chest for leverage, grinding herself against me with each downward stroke. The new angle has her gasping, her inner muscles fluttering around me as she approaches another peak. I slide my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure.
“Axel,” she moans, movements becoming erratic as she nears the edge. "I’m going to?—"
“Yes,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her downward motion. “Come for me, Della. One more time.”
Her body goes rigid, back arching as she shatters above me, her inner walls pulsing around my length. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the exquisite pressure of her climax, finally breaks my control. I grip her hips hard, holding her down against me as I thrust up one final time and explode inside her, my release tearing a guttural shout from my throat.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. I pull her down against my chest, needing to feel her heartbeat against mine as we both come down from the high. Her breath is warm against my neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
