"Sorry," That's all he says before connecting our lips again and walk me back.
I don't know what he is apologizing for_ is it the fact that he abruptly just left me here even when he knew that I needed him so badly, or is he apologizing in advance for what he is going to do to me.
I don't care.
My soul sings in triumph, if not my soul then I don't know, whatever is inside me.
By the time Axel pins me down again, against the pelts, every fiber of my body thrum, raw and strung tight with desperate.
His weight over me is scorching, suffocating, perfect. His hands bruise in their urgency, gripping my wrists above my head like he's scared I'll disappear.
The heat claws between us, thick and wild, more force than feeling at first _ a brutal, undeniable pull neither of us can resist.
His chest heaves against mine. His scent_ wild, male, agonizingly addictive, floods my senses until I'm drunk on him, drowning.
Our energy is same at this point, it's like our bodies know what we are to each other, and what we need, even if our minds can't accept it.
And God, I want him anyway.
Even if it's just instinct, just biology, just fate forcing our hands.
His mouth crashes onto mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, rough and punishing. I gasp into him, overwhelmed. My legs fall open beneath him without thought, inviting, begging.
His hands fumble at my pants, tearing them down, and I shiver at the cold air against my skin.
My heart is hammering so violently it hurts. I should be scared. I should be terrified. But all I feel is a gaping, endless hunger to be filled, to be claimed.
I fumble with his clothes too, desperate to feel his bare skin on mine.
And when he's free, he doesn't waste even a second, he presses against me, hard, thick, throbbing, the way it feels on my ream only makes me shudder, sounds leave my mouth. I choke on a whimper.
He's too big. There's no way...
He grits his teeth, breathing harshly through his nose, he stops trying to get inside me.
I can feel his body tremble with restraint, I can see how badly he wants to get inside me.
A low, guttural curse ripple from him.
"Shit."
Something in me howls for satisfaction, but Axel's hand trembles as he pulls back again.
His forehead presses against mine, and for one shattered moment, he stops and goes still like he needs a moment to collect himself together.
When he starts moving again, he doesn't move like a predator or an impatient hungry man anymore.
He becomes just a man trying to be gentle even when everything inside him screams to take.
Slowly, almost clumsily, he lifts one of my legs higher around his waist and slides his hand down between us.
His fingers brush between my cheeks, slicking saliva hastily to ease the way. His touch is rough, unskilled, but careful. Careful in a way that rips something deep inside me apart.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I stiffen, gasping.
It's tight, I know.
He curses again under his breath, soft and shaken.
Even with the slight pain, I still hope__pray, that he doesn't give up and decide to leave again.
I want him to try, I want him.
"Relax" he mutters against my temple. "You're so small..."
I do my best.
He works another finger in slowly, stretching me, trying. His forehead stays pressed to mine the whole time, his body shaking with the effort of holding himself back.
His fingers scissor gently, coaxing, soothing, despite the overwhelming desperation crackling in the air around us.
I'm gasping, writhing, overwhelmed, but underneath the discomfort, something deeper starts to stir.
A heat,
A slow, delicious heat unfurls inside me, starting as a faint spark low in my belly.
It grows with each breath, winding through my veins like liquid fire, making my skin hypersensitive to the slightest brush of my inside.
My muscles tighten with anticipation, the pleasure building steadily, insistently, until it feels as though my entire body is tuned to a single, trembling note.
Every thrust of his fingers strikes the flame higher, and I can do nothing but surrender to the growing, aching need that consumes me.
"Axel...," I whisper without thinking, my voice breaking apart.
He growls low in his chest, like something inside him snaps. He pulls his fingers free, lines himself up again, and pushes forward carefully this time, slow enough to make me sob from the stretch.
Pain and pleasure tangle viciously in my gut. I clutch at his arms, nails digging into his skin. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
Halfway inside me, he stops, trembling like a man on the edge of a cliff.
"Look at me," he pants. "Zane, look at me."
I force my teary eyes open. His gaze burns into mine_ wrecked, furious, desperate, soft.
Somehow, through all of it, there's tenderness there.
And then, with one hard thrust, he seats himself fully inside me.
The moment he thrusts into me, I shudder.
A sudden heat flares in my palms, and a purple flame ignites, flickering like a candle before extinguishing almost immediately.
I barely have time to process it before he thrusts again, setting me ablaze with pleasure.
My back arches violently off the ground.
My mouth opens in a silent plead.
Heat floods through me, wild, from my palm to the rest of my body.
It tears through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. I can feel that it affects him too. He pants and groans.
He curses hoarsely
He pulls back and thrusts again hard, deep, and another wave of power slams through me, leaving me gasping, mindless, clinging to him like he's the only thing tethering me to the earth.
Every movement is rough, desperate, hungry. But every time I whimper or cry out, he slows, soothes, kisses the corner of my mouth, my jaw, my throat, like he can't help himself.
And through it all, I can feel Axel falling too.
Not just physically.
Not just because of the heat.
But because something inside him is giving way to me.
His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming erratic, as if he's fighting himself even now, torn between rejecting me and holding on for dear life.
I sob his name, desperate.
And that's it.
Axel groans, low and agonized, and thrusts one final time, deep and shuddering.
The explosion inside me is blinding.
Ecstasy and power, overwhelming and endless, shatter through my body like a star being born.
I whimper, clutching him tighter, as the world around us splinters apart and reforms anew.
I am no longer just Zane.
I am something more.
I can feel it.
And in the wreckage of that moment, he collapses over me, trembling, breathless, defeated, yet unwilling to let go.
I lie beneath him, feeling our hearts beating in sync. His heavy breaths brush against me, and for a moment, I wish we could stay like this forever.
As long as I'm with him, I'm ready to face and accept whatever is happening to me.
I'll do whatever he asks of me, even if it means standing by his side and fighting together, if that's what fate has in store for us.