“Everything?” I whisper.
His nod is slow as his hips pull back, until the tip of his dick is pressing at my opening. “Everything,” he repeats.
I take a deep breath, and, holding his gaze, I tell him the biggest everything that I have. “I love you, too.”
Every inch of him stills as he stares back at me.
I gather my courage, the bravery that Axel’s gifted me with every one of his words, and I say it again. Louder. “I love you.”
He doesn’t look away as his hips start to push forward. The head of his cock spreading me open.
I groan at the intrusion and Axel keeps pushing forward, slowly.
“Say it again,” he growls.
I don’t hesitate. “I love you.”
The sound of his breathing, the way it shakes in his chest, smooths out the last ragged edges of my heart.
His eyes stay on mine as he slowly pushes deeper. Deeper. Until he’s buried to the hilt. And I know he feels this moment as much as I do.
My pussy spasms around him and he holds there. Pressing his hips firmly into me before dragging his cock almost all the way out.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” He shoves inside me again, holding another heartbeat. “Tell me you’re sorry for leaving.”
This slow pace is killing me. My body is ready to explode. The feelings of joy, and love, and acceptance sending me straight to the edge.
“S-sorry.”
He pulls out, and I feel the drag of every thick inch.
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m sorry for leaving.”
He slams into me and I cry out.
“Again,” he demands on another punishing thrust.
“I’m so sorry.” My tears are back, freely falling from my eyes. But these are tears of relief, and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him close. “I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
He thrusts into me again and I’m right there. Nearly there.
The overwhelming sensations crashing against each other.
Chapter85
Axel
Maddie writhesbeneath me and I shove a hand between us.
My thumb delves into the slickness between our bodies, and I brush over her sensitive clit, gently at first.
“Axel!” Her pussy clenches around me.
“Tell me again.” I press my thumb down harder.
“I love you!” she cries as I rub quick circles around her bud.