Every semblance of a smile was erased from Axel’s face, his eyes taking on a feral, lustful burn. And then he entered me in a hot, hard thrust that caused pleasure and pain to shoot through my system, slowing the blood in my veins like the most potent of cocktails.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I cried out, and he stilled.

“Sorry, baby. Are you okay?” He wasn’t even all the way in, and I already felt like he was ripping me in half.

“Yes,” I panted. I didn’t care how much it hurt; I needed this. “Fuck every inch of me.”

“I want every inch of you, Blaire.” Keeping his hips still, his mouth took mine in a long, sweet kiss. “I’ve never stopped wanting you. I’ve never stopped loving you,” he murmured.

Dear God, what? He still loved me after all this time?

“Let me in, Bear,” he whispered against my mouth.

His words did something to me, physically and emotionally, and I felt myself opening like a blooming rose. Axel slid all the way home.

Home. That’s what this felt like. After years of roaming in an emotional desert, I had finally found my way back home.

“Christ almighty, I had almost forgotten how we fit together like we were made for each other,” he groaned in my ear.

“It’s perfect perfection,” I agreed on a gasp. Ax pulled back and then pushed into me slowly, his thick crown awakening nerve endings that hadn’t been touched for years. My thighs cradling his hips, I pressed my heels into the couch to push up against him, urging him on. Two more slow, smooth strokes, and it was on.

Axel’s big body pressed me into the couch as our hips thrust wildly against each other. His hands cradled my head as his mouth moved over my face. “Axel,” I breathed as he sucked my cheek and then rimmed my ear with his velvety tongue.

The sounds of our wet flesh slapping together only drove us to fuck each other harder and faster. It was raw and primal and oh, so fucking good. I felt Axel slip one foot to the floor so he could drive into me even harder. My nails scratched down his back as the couch shifted across the floor with a loud screech on every thrust. “Blaire,” he moaned when the couch finally hit the wall near the front door and stopped, giving him the leverage he needed to entirely wreck my vagina.

My teeth nipped against his jaw before sinking into the firm tissue of his neck, and he grunted his approval as I sucked hard. Our hips were slamming together with brutal force as his cock tunneled into me, and I moved my hands down to grasp the muscles of his perfect ass.