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It's strange and wonderful, getting to discover each other all over again. The Aksel I once knew, and the Fallon he remembered, seem like different people. We're older now, a lot wiser, a lot more scarred. But underneath it all, our connection remains. Stronger, even, tempered by time and loss and heartbreak. Like the tide, it pulls us back together, as inevitable and endless as the rolling sea.

We drive back, a fantasy date over, ready to confront our day-to-day lives. The same, but different. This time, the two of us, together. Unbreakable.

Chapter 91

Fallon

The ache in my chest is almost unbearable as I watch Aksel walk towards me. It's hard to believe that now I'm officially his, and, despite how fucked up it is, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. We've had busy weeks with work, so it's been seven long days since I've been in his arms, since I've felt his lips on mine.

He stops in front of me, his eyes piercing through my soul as he searches for something. Whatever it is, he sees it because he smirks, a mix of lust and something darker that makes my stomach twist. I revel in that smile, the one that could light up a room and break hearts. But the heart-breaking stage of his life is over, or so he claims. And I really want nothing more than to believe him.

"You look beautiful," he says, taking in my little black dress that hugs my curves, and my heels that make me taller than him for once. "And I've missed you."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, well, you look hot too." I swallow hard. "Shouldn't we be getting inside?"

He nods and takes my hand, leading me to the car. The touch sends shockwaves through my body—it's both comforting and terrifying.

Inside the car, Aksel starts the engine and turns up the music, complementing the hum of the city around us. The leather seats squeak under my bare legs as I shift closer to him, trying to ignore how good his body feels pressed against mine.

He pulls the car into traffic, his free hand brushing against my knee. I stifle a gasp at the electric shock that runs up my spine, but I let him feel it. I want him to feel it.

At the club, the neon lights hit us hard, and I squint against the harshness of it all. People stare as we walk in, heads turning to check out Aksel King. They don't know what we've been through, what secrets we share. It all seems so surreal, like a movie playing out too fast.

Once inside, he leads me to a VIP room with a bottle of whiskey waiting. He hands me a glass, his fingers grazing my knuckles as he does so. I take a sip—it burns going down but cools my nerves somewhat. He watches me intently, making me feel both wanted and scared shitless.

I take another sip of the burning liquid, feeling my nerves melt away under its influence just as he leans in closer—our bodies barely touching yet it's like we're already tangled up in bed together.

"I knew you'd want to do this with me. Our story isn't over yet," he murmurs against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. And then he kisses me—hard and hungry on the mouth. His tongue dives deep, wrestling with mine, as if he's beenwaiting for this moment just as much as I have. A groan escapes from his throat when I open up for him.

His hands move up my thighs and under my dress, teasingly skimming my lace-covered panties as we break for air. "You're still the only one who can handle all of me, Fallon," he whispers hoarsely, gripping my hips tightly.

His fingers slip inside me, pushing through my pussy lips, seeking more of my juices. It feels so good to be touched by him again that all rational thought leaves my mind. I press closer, moaning into his mouth when he finds my g-spot and starts to rub in circles. "Aksel," I breathe out, arching my back—wanting more.

"We should go… we should go… home," I pant, grinding against his palm. Jesus, at this rate I'm going to come right here in the VIP booth. The music is good, but all I can think about is Aksel being inside me.

He laughs darkly against my lips before pulling away. "Too easy," he taunts, his voice rough with lust.

He yanks his phone out of his pocket and presses a button. Over a brief, muffled call he requests the driver pull his car around as soon as possible.

The driver meets us out front in less than two minutes, and he expertly drops us at a trendy boutique hotel less than an hour later. Faster than getting to Aksel's or my place. We rush inside, Aksel pulling me behind him and depositing me on a very comfortable couch.

And then he's unbuttoning my dress, kissing his way down my collarbone and chest, stopping at my breasts. His teeth graze my nipple softly, making me gasp. My back arches off the couch in response. He pulls at my panties, tossing them aside before taking my aching clit into his mouth. I cry out loudly, hands fisting in his hair as he sucks and tugs gently.

"Fuck, Aksel!" I gasp, throwing my head back. He plunges two fingers inside me, filling me up, and I come on his tongue with a scream.

When he stands up, I'm left panting and needy, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He smirks wickedly, undoing his pants and revealing his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs. He steps in close, pushing me back onto the couch so I'm lying down. "Take off your dress," he demands roughly.

I shake my head slightly, not wanting to comply but unable to resist. My fingers fumble with the buttons and zipper until my dress falls to the floor, leaving me in just my bra. He kneels between my legs again, kissing my stomach and teasing my inner thighs with his hot breath. I whimper, needing more.

Finally, he positions his cock at my entrance and pushes inside me slowly, groaning as he slides in, inch by delicious inch. I gasp again at the fullness, arching my back to beg for more. He starts thrusting, hard and deep, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that matches the jackhammer of my heart. We fuck like this until we both climax, me screaming his name and him biting my shoulder to muffle his primal roar.

Afterward, we order room service: steak, potatoes, and a bottle of red wine. The waiter leaves, and Aksel locks the door behind him. I'm left panting, feeling both satisfied and anxious as he pulls me into his lap. We share a glass of champagne, the bubbles cool and tingly around my tongue. I lean into his chest as he traces circles with his thumb around my earlobe, making me shiver.

He leans in to whisper, "You're mine, you know that?"

A familiar shiver runs down my spine, but I don't pull away. I can't help but feel both scared and turned on by his possessiveness. He kisses my neck, and I melt into him like hot chocolate on snow. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our hearts syncing up like a well-rehearsed dance.

We devour the steak with a hunger that matches our passion, each bite sending electricity through us. The potatoes are mashed, creamy and salty, adding a much-needed texture to balance out the strong flavors of the steak. Aksel feeds me a piece of beef and watches as I chew, like watching me eat is the most captivating thing he's ever seen. Weird, I know, but no man is perfect.

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