Page 91 of His Son's Brid
"I know. I can feel it. Come on, baby. Come on my cock."
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me so hard I see stars. I'm trying to stay quiet, biting my lip until I taste blood, but small sounds escape anyway.
Axel keeps moving, chasing his own release. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck... Aurora..." He buries his face in my neck as he comes, his whole body shuddering.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, sweat-slicked and trembling.
Slowly, carefully, he pulls out. I whimper at the loss.
"You okay?" he asks, his hands gentle now as they cup my face.
"Perfect."
"I wasn't too rough?"
"You were perfect."
He kisses me, soft this time. Tender. Different from the desperation of moments ago.
Then he helps me down from the desk, helps me find my clothes in the mess we made. We dress in silence, the reality of what we just did settling over us like a weight.
I lean back against the desk, and he steps close again, his forehead resting against mine.
"This is insane," he murmurs.
"Completely insane."
"But I don't want to stop."
"Neither do I."
He kisses me again, slower this time. Like he's memorizing the taste of me.
"What are we doing?" I whisper against his mouth.
"Something we'll probably regret."
"Will we though?"
He pulls back just enough to look at me. "No. I don't think I could ever regret this."
We stand there, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air. Neither of us talking about feelings because we can't. Not yet. Not when everything is still so complicated.
But the feelings are there anyway. In every touch. Every stolen moment. Every risk we take just to be close.
"Aurora." His voice is rough. "This thing between us. It's getting harder to hide."
"Leo already suspects something."
"I know. I see the way he watches us." His jaw clenches. "We need to be more careful."
"Or we need to stop."
"Could you? Stop?"
