“You feel safe with me.” He says it like an accusation. “You fed me.” He leans in, our lips just an inch apart. “You made yourself come by rubbing that hot little slit all over my dick.” My lungs forget how to pull in air as memories of that night flash through my brain. Me on my back. Axel above me. My hands trapped under his large palm. The way his hardness felt, right where I needed him most. His breath ghosts across my lips as one of his hands slides up my arm until it’s cradling the back of my head. It’s a possessive move, but also protective, putting himself literally between me and the
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