The pulse between my legs speeds up until I can feel it in every part of my body.
"And while you were still in the throes of orgasm, I would have thrown your legs over my shoulders and slammed my cock inside you in one smooth move. I would have buried myself up to the hilt. I would have stuffed myself inside you until you had felt me in your throat."
A moan bleeds from my lips.
"But I didn't. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. So instead, I walked out and came up here to my dead triplet's studio. That answer your question?"
My throat hurts. My scalp tingles. A bead of sweat slides down the valley between my breasts.
He straightens and I draw in a breath. The air rushes into my lungs and I gasp.
"Your turn," he tilts his head, "what are you doing here?"
"I…" I swallow, "I wanted to talk to you."
He rolls his shoulders. "No, you didn’t."
I frown, "I promise, I came here to talk to you. I had Karma drop me off, and tomorrow morning, Seb is coming to pick me up at eight, so—"
"Don’t lie." His voice cuts through the space between us, "Don’t fucking lie, Theresa."
I swallow.
"Tell me why you came here today."
I shake my head.
He holds up the lighter so the flame is directly in front of my face.
"Axel," I gulp, "why are you so angry?"
"Angry?" He chuckles, "You think I am angry because my wife-to-be came to visit me two days before our marriage so I could fuck her silly? Why should I be angry because of that?"
I draw in a sharp breath, "That’s not true. I did not come here to sleep with you."
"Who said anything about sleeping?" He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is gentle, and yet threatening, at the same time.
"You…you don’t scare me, Axel," I finally say, but my tone is timid, the words hesitant.
Axel’s lips twist and it’s not a nice smile. "I think I am going to change your mind tonight, baby."
He steps back, then prowls over to the back of the room. He raises the lighter to what looks like a sconce in the wall. The candle in the nook lights up, and he moves on to the next, and the next, until a row of candles on the back wall have all been lit up. He continues to light more candles in candleholders which have been placed in a circle around a chair. When he’s done, he flicks off the lighter and pockets it. Then he walks across to the chair and drops into it.
"Why did he have so many candles in a paint studio?" I glance around the place and take in the turpentines, canvasses, oil-based paints, not to mention the wooden frames or the drapings that cover the paintings. "There's way too much flammable material here."
"I placed the candles," Axel clarifies.
I whip my head around, "You did?"
He nods.
"Wh...why would you do that? Isn't it dangerous?"
His lips twitch, "We’re about to find out."
At some point, he lost his hoodie, for all he has on now is a grey T-shirt that clings to his wide shoulders. His jeans ride low on his waist and he widens his legs so the bulge at his crotch is clearly visible. My nipples harden. I don’t need to look down at myself to know that they’ll be standing to attention. And of course, I had taken off my bra earlier, so I am naked to his perusal. His gaze, though, stays on mine. It holds me, seems to draw me in. I take a step forward, then another. He widens his stance further then slides his hand inside the waistband of his jeans and begins to rub himself. It’s dirty, filthy…and so damn hot. The flesh at the apex of my thighs throbs. My fingers tingle. I want to touch myself. I want to mirror him. I want to slip my fingers inside my aching pussy and get myself off. I raise my hand to do just that, but he shakes his head.
"You will not touch yourself, Sunshine, not until I give you permission."