Page 76 of Despair

DAISY LAZARUS

The need tobe with Axel took precedent over anything else. Daisy forgot where they were. Forgot the practice exercises she should be doing. Forgot her plan to get stronger so she could hunt down Julius. There was only Axel and the wild need in his eyes.

When he’d come in and walked toward her, she’d seen his loneliness and felt an echo of it in her heart. No, it was more than an echo. It was a twin, the other half of his, and she’d instantly known how he felt. How he needed her. Because she’d felt the same way.

He was losing everything he loved. She was gaining those she’d lost. But somehow, they needed each other to bridge the divide, to be okay with the unknown.

She suspected, no matter how old they got, that look between them would always exist. Like the night sky reflecting on the surface of a lake, they glittered for each other.

He gave a masculine grunt of appreciation as he lifted her sports bra to expose her breasts. A dark lock of hair, still damp, fell forward over his bronzed forehead. He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth.

He muttered Portuguese curses as an agonized need ghosted over his face. “You’re so fucking perfect. It physically hurts to hold myself back.”

“So don’t.”

Her body reacted. Pheromones leaked from her pores. Axel’s pupils dilated as her scent hit him and he gave a ravenous growl of need. He bowed and drew her nipple into his mouth. He licked and flicked the tight bud, shooting sensations into her body, setting her alight. She moaned and dragged her nails over his head, arching into him, already feeling her euphoric arousal wash through her, drowning out any sense.

“Are you sure?” he asked, words muffled around her breast. “Here?”

As in on this mat? “Wherever. I just need you.”

He pulled back, determination turning his face hard, and he yanked her yoga pants down her hips, also taking her panties. She removed her singlet and bra and then laid down and opened her knees for him. He stared at her, eyes heating as he reached around his neck to grab his T-shirt. Biceps bulged. Abs clenched. He slid his shirt over his head and off. Seconds later he’d removed his shorts and crawled naked between her legs.

The first long, lick of his tongue down her needy center had her keening, eyes rolling to the ceiling, palms slamming the rubber mat. He was good. Experienced. Demanding.

He groaned against her flesh. “I fucking love the taste of you.”

His tongue speared into her, as if to prove his point. He thrust as far as he could, then replaced his tongue with a finger and worked her sensitive nub with his mouth. His finger and tongue moved in tandem to rock her in a motion that coiled everything tight. He paused every so often to whisper sweet nothings in Portuguese—with his lips still between her legs.

Where they’d been relentless and demanding in the shower, he was attentive and leisurely now.

Her orgasm built… crested like the tide. She saw white. To stop herself from screaming she bit her lip and clutched his hair, squeezing his head with her thighs until the crashing wave melted the rest of her body and left her gasping for air, wondering what the hell had just happened.

Axel didn’t wait for her to gather composure. He reared back and nudged her knees wider, took his hard and twitching cock in his fist and then stared down at her with the most wicked, masculine entitlement. It was pride she saw in his expression. Pride that he’d taken care of his woman, made her scream, and squirm, and pull his hair—even though he’d controlled the moment and taken his time. And if he continued to look at Daisy like that, she feared Parker would come running down from his penthouse wondering what the fuck was happening for there to be so much pride in the room.

She couldn’t have that.

She lifted and pushed hard against his pecs. He fell back on the mat. The hunger returned to her system. Her body needed him again. It was an urge propelling her forward, wickedly whispering for her to join with him, to be one with him.

“My turn,” she panted and fit herself over his length. “Time to go hard.”

Before he could respond, she sank down until seated. They both shuddered at the sensations. Axel tossed his head back, the thick cord of his neck on display as he took her hips in his hands and squeezed, almost bruising her with his need.

“Puta que pariu caralho filho da puta,” he gritted out. “I’m going to fucking come before you even move.”

With a smug sense of gratification, Daisy trailed her gaze down his body, enjoying the sheer sight of a powerful man beneath her, undone by her, knowing he would be like this every time. A slave to her whims and coming back for more. Because he revered her. Needed her.

Never judged her. Accepted her.

Wanted her.

He was never disgusted with her scars. Not the fresh jagged ones at her stomach, not the old silver spidery ones on her face, not the invisible ones inside. And she’d never cared about them because of it.

Daisy planted her palms on his sweaty chest and moved on him, sliding herself up and down his length. His brows slammed together, and he gave a strangled groan, holding back, not fully giving himself to the experience. She didn’t like that. She wanted everything, like in the shower.

She raked her nails down his front, and said low and deep, “Look at me when I fuck you, Axel.”

He hissed as she made marks on his skin. When his brown eyes hit hers, dark and hot with dangerous desire, she knew she had his attention.

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