“Then mount up.”

With a bark of laughter, he grabbed me around the waist and set me on all fours on the edge of the bed. I wiggled my ass in his face and was rewarded with a deep, feral growl.

“Don’t move.”

I heard the rustle of a condom package, and I waited with anticipation. I didn’t wait long. He wanted this encore as much as me.

His big hands held my waist in a vise as he pushed two fingers inside me and fucked me hard with his fingers. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, pressing hard on it, and I shattered, coming apart. He didn’t wait for me to recover but slid inside me. This time wasn’t hard or rough but more intense, like a slow burn to final detonation. He teased me by sliding in and out with the speed of a slow piston. Each time he was buried home, he lifted upward with his hips in order to go deeper.

Reaching under me, he grasped my nipples between his thumb and index finger and tugged on them to the rhythm of his thrusting hips, bringing about a sweet pleasure-pain that made my female parts tingle with heightened awareness.

His torture by slow sex lasted all of a few minutes before I tightened my body down on him, pressing against his cock, doing my own form of torture. I felt the orgasm building inside me again. This might be a record for me. I wasn’t sure, and right now I didn’t care.

All I cared about was that this man with his exquisite body, meadow-green eyes, and incredible stamina was here in bed with me.

With one final push and hold, he fingered my clit. That was all it took. I was gone again, and so was he. I wondered when he’d shatter me to the point I’d never be able to pick up those pieces again.

Chapter 22—The Morning

~~Axel~~

The morning sun peeked over the horizon with the promise of a new day. I had all sorts of plans, and most of them involved bed and Geneva. But sadly, we both had obligations.

Geneva rolled onto her side and regarded me with an uncertain expression. She tried so damn hard to come across as tough and invincible, I found her vulnerability endearing.

I wrapped a lock of her dark hair around my index finger, loving the silky feel of the strands. I didn’t usually spend much time hanging out in bed with a woman, but lying here with Geneva seemed natural.

“You’re amazing.” I propped myself up on a mound of pillows and pulled her onto my chest. She snuggled in with her lips resting against my neck, and she raked her fingers idly through my messy hair.

“You are, too.”

“Of course.” I grinned at her with my best cocky smile. She swatted my chest playfully, and I grabbed her hands and held them in one of mine. “You want to play it that way?”