CHAPTER 115: NEED MORE

"You like that?" he asked in a voice thick with desire as he lowered his head, his lips closing around one nipple.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He sucked gently, then harder, his hand kneading my other breast, and I was lost, drowning in sensation.

"Fvcckk, yes," I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him there. "Don’t stop."

He didn’t.

His mouth moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm.

My hips rocked against him instinctively, seeking friction, and he groaned, the sound muffled against my skin.

I could feel his lips curl up in a smile. "You’re driving me crazy," he whispered, his tongue circling my left nipple while his finger pinched the other.

I tilted my head back, baring my neck to him. "Good," I whispered with shaky breath. "I want you to lose control."

He growled softly, pressing closer. I felt every hard line of him, the heat of his bare chest against me, and the tension rippling beneath his skin.

His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips found mine again, claiming them like he couldn’t wait.

"You’re killing me," he said between kisses, his lips swollen and warm. His hands slid down my body, fingers tracing the edge of my gown where it bunched at my hips. "I want to see all of you."

"Then look," I said, bold despite the way my heart raced.

I lifted my hips, helping him slide the gown higher, until it was nothing but a crumpled ring of fabric around my waist. His eyes darkened, his breath coming faster as he took me in.

"Fuck, Layla." He leaned down, kissing a path from my collarbone to my boobs again.

I moaned again, my hands in his hair, holding him there, my body trembling beneath him.

Axel continued his ministrations on my boobs, alternating his mouth and fingers between both, giving both of them equal attention.

Then he kissed lower, his lips slowly trailing down the centre of my stomach and leaving a path of heat.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them slightly. My panties were still on, but the way he looked at me made me feel utterly exposed, utterly wanted.

"Okay?" he asked gently.

I nodded, breathless. "Yes."

His lips curved into a smile as he leaned back in, his gaze following every bit of skin. He kissed the curve of my hip, the soft skin inside my thigh, moving lower, closer. His breath was hot against me, making me tremble, making my legs shift.

I softly tugged his hair, silently asking for more. He let out a low, dark chuckle and kissed me just above the spot where I wanted him the most.

I whimpered, hips lifting, chasing his mouth, every nerve straining toward him.

"Axel," I gasped, his name sounding more like a broken moan.

He moved his hands back up my thighs, kissing my skin as he went, creating a warm trail until he was close to my face again, our breaths mixing together.

"Axel," I whispered, my voice trembling with need. "Touch me."

He groaned, planting a quick kiss on my lips before sliding back down. He rested his forehead against my stomach for a moment, like he was trying to hold himself together.

Then, his hands slid up my thighs, thumbs brushing the edges of my panties, and I felt a chill run through me, my body buzzing with excitement.

"You’re sure?" he asked, his voice strained, like he was fighting himself as much as he was asking me.

"Yes," I said, reaching for him, pulling him up so I could kiss him again. "I’ve never been more sure."

His hands moved then, one sliding between my thighs, teasing over the fabric of my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking as his fingers pressed against me.

I moaned softly, tilting my hips up to meet him, letting him feel how wet I was over the remaining fabric separating him from me.

The noise that escaped him was rough, almost like a growl. He leaned closer, his forehead pressed to mine.

"So wet," he murmured, his lips brushing mine. "All for me?"

"All for you," I managed, my voice breaking as he rubbed slow circles, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging in, and he kissed me again, swallowing my moans.

"Fuck, I could do this all night," he said, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric now, finding me wet and ready. I cried out, my head falling back as he touched me, like he knew exactly what I needed.

"Axel, please," I begged. "I need more."

When he slid my panties to one side and slid a finger inside me, I cried out.

It felt like a release, the feeling of him filling me, even just for a moment. My body gripped him, trying to draw him deeper.

But he moved too soon, pulling his finger out and stroking gently, tracing a slow circle.

He repeated the movement, his eyes never leaving mine, then he slid back inside, adding another finger.

I shuddered, biting back a moan as he curled his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He groaned, his lips crashing into mine as his fingers worked faster, pushing me closer to the edge. My body was a live wire, every touch sending sparks through me, and I was so close.

He started moving faster, deeper, his thumb pressing against my clit and rubbing, the pressure just light enough to be a tease.

His gaze was locked on me, his dark eyes wide and intense. I could feel a shiver run down my spine from the heat of his gaze, but that chill quickly faded as the heat, the need for a release began to rise within me.

It wasn’t long before I could feel it, the rush of pressure and tension.

The first stirrings of an orgasm.

"Axel," I moaned, "don’t stop."

He pressed his thumb harder, moving faster, just the way I wanted him to; then all of a sudden, he stopped.

I felt a whine leave my throat, my eyes flying open. "Why did you st—"

He pulled away and sat back, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Layla," he choked out in a raw voice. "I can’t."