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“Come on, no need to exaggerate.”

“It’s the same symbol that’s on my cufflinks.” He looked like a kid who got exactly what he wanted from Santa. He closed the box. “I’m never eating these.”

I took out one and popped it into my mouth. “I thought the purpose of chocolate was to eat it.”

He put his box to the side and drew me until I was sitting on his lap. “I would rather eat yours,” he said before bringing his tongue to my mouth and stealing my chocolate and my heart.

After what seemed like five glorious hours and was more likely five seconds, he let go of my lips and said, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours. You have a bigger bed.” He groaned and tapped on the partition for the driver to go.

20

Ilanded with a soft thud on the bed. Ax followed suit, lying next to me. Slowly, he unbuttoned my dress. “Did I ever tell you I like buttoned-down dresses?” When the tops of my breast were revealed, he leaned down and kissed each one. “Is that a mischievous smile on your face?”

“Sophomore year. You went crazy over this one buttoned-down white dress I had. You practically ripped it at the seams.”

“That’s because white and buttons on you are a lethal combination for me. It’s hard for me to resist.” With the last button undone, he removed the dress and paused, taking in my body in a gaze that was filled with appreciation and hunger.

“You’re so beautiful.” His lips took hold of mine as he slid on top of me. I delighted in his kisses, which were sweet and unhurried, but no less passionate. I was so lost in him I didn’t notice when he removed my bra until I felt his hand on my bare breast. He brushed each nipple with his fingers, sparking tremors within me that spread down to my pussy, making me wetter than I already was.

I moaned when his mouth left mine, but he soon returned. He made a trail of kisses that went from my throat down to my cleavage, latching on to one breast, sucking it until my back arched, then moving to the next one. He continued down his path, leaving my skin dancing wherever his lips touched.

He did away with my panties and continued with his kisses. Kissing me there, licking and biting until I was writhing under him. “Axel,” I moaned. He only increased his ministrations, driving me wild until I reached the pinnacle and screamed his name over and over again.

I was floating in a sea of pleasure and he was not done with me yet. He came up to me and dropped a kiss and tasted myself on his tongue. When I opened my eyes, I noticed he was still fully clothed while I was fully nude.

I remedied that and lifted his shirt off him. His pants followed next, leaving briefs that showed an imprint of cock. When I pulled them down, it jutted out, big and angry. It was already sipping. I wiped off the cum with my thumb and licked it.

Ax’s eyes flashed. “Fuck.”

“I want you inside me,” I said, pulling his cock towards my pussy. He obliged and plunged into me with a force that shocked and delighted me. His strokes were slow but no less powerful. It felt as if he was holding himself back. He leaned down and held me tighter to him. I opened up to him and entwined my legs around him so he could go deeper. He nipped at my neck as he thrust with the agonizing pace.

“Faster.”

He increased his pace, but only a little.

“Please.”

Just a little more.

He was driving me crazy, and he knew it. My nails dug into his flesh and he bit my neck harder. He trailed kisses back to my lips and coaxed my mouth open. Our tongues clashed, mimicking the erotic act below.

He steadily increased his pace until he was thrusting so fast, I could barely tell where he ended and where I began. We were both enclosed in a cocoon of pleasure. He drove both of us to the edge and we both came almost simultaneously, his orgasm a second from mine. It was so beautiful I didn’t want it to end. When he made the move to get off on top of me, I held him fast. He seemed to understand what I wanted, and we held each other like that. It was final. Complete.

After some time, I don’t know how long he shifted, so he was leaning over me. My hands grazed down his chest as I marveled at his chiseled torso tracing every part of him until I reached the tattoo on his chest.

“Who’s M?” It was a thought that slipped out. I didn’t care about this M person, whoever she was. I was his now, and he was mine. That he once was with someone before and had gotten a tattoo of her initial intertwined with his initial was still something that I couldn’t let go of.

He smiled. Was he laughing at me? He bent down, kissed my neck, and whispered, “You should see your face right now.”

I pushed him up so he could face me. “Who is she? I just want to know.”

He lazily brushed away a fallen curl of my hair. “M is you. Who else could it be?”

I traced my hand around the X following the lines that went into the M. “I don’t remember having a name starting with M.”

“M, as in Em. Emilia. You.” He took my hand and kissed it. My heart fluttered. “I got it before we broke up. I wanted to remove it afterward. I even went to a tattoo parlor, sat in the chair, picked up one to cover it, but just as the tattoo artist was about to pierce my skin, I stopped it. I couldn’t let go of you. I can never let go of you.”

He leaned down and kissed me. It was the most heartfelt, sweetest kiss I had ever received. “That’s when I knew I loved you,” he said against my lips. “I hope one day, you’ll come to love me the same way I love you.”

I froze, took his head into my hands, and stared directly into his eyes. “Axel Reid. I fucking love you, you idiot. I’ve loved you from the day I met you and have never stopped since.”

The End