Axe slides into bed smelling like vanilla and something irresistibly musky. He’s probably just stepped out of the shower. He presses his naked skin against my back and grips me tight around the waist. I’m trying to have a little self-restraint, but at the moment, my body betrays me. My back presses against the sizzling heat of his ripped, muscular torso, and dammit, my hips roll for more contact with his throbbing cock on my lower back.

“This is all mine, sweet thing,” he whispers into my ear, pushing my hair to the side. He bites down on the sensitive skin behind my ear, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp from the sensation of pleasure and pain.

He runs a heavy hand down my stomach and comes to rest on my upper thigh, seeming to intentionally avoid the one spot where I need his touch. Exasperated, I start to wonder whether a night of submission is a good idea at all. I’m already frustrated and nervous and vulnerable, and way too aroused to have any sort of control. Which I guess is exactly the way he wants it. The worst part is that the only thing I can think of doing right now is tasting every inch of his skin.

“You’re tense,” he whispers.

“That’s only because—”

“Shhhh,” he says, cutting me off. “You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. If you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you. Are you going to misbehave, Angel?”

I’m tempted to ask him if that’s a trick question. What kind of punishment can he possibly exact on my body that I haven’t already dreamed up?

“Answer me,” he orders.

“Yes, Axe,” I whimper, then realize that’s not what I meant to say. “I mean no, Axe. No, I won’t misbehave.”

“I don’t know if I believe you, but we’ll see.”

Axe grabs me by the arm, and with a tug, he turns me to face him. It’s not painful, but he probably doesn’t realize how strong he is. Or maybe he does. Either way, it gets my attention. Weaving his fingers into my hair, he leans and covers his mouth over mine for a rough scorcher of a soul-shaking kiss. He parts my lips, seeking out my tongue, clashing our teeth together as he explores my mouth. I hear myself groan out his name, and my body moves on its own. One of my legs has already slid up around his hips for my aching core to have some relief from his throbbing cock.

Axe pulls from the kiss and glances down at my leg, smiling. “You want to touch it, don’t you? And I’m betting you want to taste it too,” he says smugly.

I look up at him. What point is there in lying? “Yes Axe,” I admit, licking my lips.

“I know.”

He moves his hand over my bare breasts, groaning as his rough fingers circle the nipples and cup my flesh. My eyes close on their own, but really, I want to slide down his body and finally get an up close and personal look—and taste—of what he’s packing. Axe lets go of my breasts and grips my hair again, tipping my head up, searching my eyes. He rolls on his back and his thick, enormous cock springs up. My eyes go wide. How in the hell did that get inside of me?

“Go ahead, Angel. Touch it. Taste it. Do anything with your hands and your sexy, filthy little mouth, until I’m ready to bury it inside you.”

“Yes, Axe,” I say.

Getting on my knees between Axe’s legs, I study it for a moment. No way am I walking straight tomorrow. I wrap one hand around the shaft, and lower my head licking the tip for a second. The groan he makes seems to echo from deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” he barks out, lifting his head to look down at my face.

I relax my jaw to take more of him in my mouth and without breaking from his gaze, lift up and lick my way down and up the back of his thick, rock hard length.

“Yes,” he groans, eyes darkening.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, taking more of his shaft in my mouth, all the while with my legs clenched together. Axe growls as I lower down his length to deliver longer strokes. His hips begin to buck, and his hand reaches up to the back of my head, driving more of his thick tip down my throat. He lets out a raspy groan, legs already shaking, but stops me and drags me up his body.

Without a word, he presses a condom into my hand, eyes dark with lust.

I swallow hard, already drenched and aching with anticipation. Ripping open the XXL condom wrapper, I take my time to roll it down his length. Axe sits up and grips my waist, pulling me on top of him. He parts my legs to make me straddle him. One hand roams back to my ass and the other inches up to cup my breasts.

“This is all mine,” he declares.

Letting out a shaky breath, I press my eyes shut and lift my hips. I take him in my hand, positioning myself. I groan as he begins to stroke my sensitive bud. My hips rock into his fingers, neck arching up as he flicks the tender, throbbing spot.

“I know how much you want this, Angel,” he says, eyes full of intensity. “But I need to taste you again.”

With what seems like no effort at all, he flips me over on the bed and spreads my legs, completely ignoring my pleas for him to take me right this second. Axe moves down the bed, slowly parting my thighs wider. Grabbing a pillow, he lifts my hips and slides it underneath. For a moment, he just sits like that. His eyes fixed on my face first, then slowly grazes down my body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he groans. “And you know what? You’re gonna pay for this when you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

Caressing my inner thigh, he ducks his head down and kisses a trail up to one hip. I’m already writhing from his promise of making me pay. His lips on my skin only serves to ramp up my need. As his mouth lowers onto my cleft, he reaches his hands up and cups each breast. He licks along my folds and circles my nipples at the same pace, causing my hips to drift up off the bed for more.

Axe moves his hands back to my thighs, parting them wide as he drives his tongue past my folds. I’m wet, and shaking, and close to the edge when Axe seems to lose all control. With one smooth movement, he lifts his head, drags me down the bed, and wraps my legs around his waist. His cock surges at my opening, easing up my tightness, inch by inch, until he’s deep inside of me. He grips my ass cheeks, settling himself as my core adjusts to his thick width. Making a slight motion with his hips, he pushes in deeper, and at the same time, he moves a hand over my throbbing cleft. He flicks it a few times, and my legs start to shake, my stomach seizes and my body ignites, catapulting me to an orgasm that has me seeing stars.

“Yes. Come for me, Angel,” he moans.

He does not stop even for a second, and that little rolling of his hips keeps the waves of an ever-intensifying peak rolling through my body. Close to crying from pure sensory overload, my body bucks as I lose myself, surrendering to the exhaustion. Axe picks up the pace then, sliding his massive rock hardness out of me a little more each time, and sinking into me, driving my mind out of my body.

He drives deeply inside me, one sharp thrust after the other, seeming to lose control. He grasps my hips and pulls back, all the way to the tip, and with a groan, he buries himself inside of me again. The sensory overload blows my mind each and every time, sending shockwaves from my core to every part of my body. Each movement hits deeper inside me and makes him a little more erratic, and in one or two or twenty more strokes, he moans out wildly.

His body tenses through his release as my channel tightens with a climax that seems to start from deep in my womb and takes me over the edge with him. Axe rocks back and forth some more, and slowly his body calms. Resting on top of me, he pants for air, cradling my body tight underneath him. After a few minutes, he pulls out of me, taking me into his arms as he stretches his legs out.

Axe’s burner phone goes off on the table and I nearly jump up through the roof. He groans and picks it up, checking the number.

“Fuck. I need to take this call,” he grumbles, moving out from under me to sit up. “What?” he answers gruffly, giving one-word answers throughout the call. He hangs up. “Sorry, doll. We’ve got business,” he announces, making his way to his clothes on the armchair near the window.

I pull the covers over me, staring at him as he removes the condom and gets dressed. I have no words.

“I won’t be long,” he says, kissing my forehead before he walks out the door.

I stretch out on the bed and close my eyes.

Axe has just confirmed it.

He’s my pattern.