'I Do' For Revenge-Chapter 235: Don’t Hide From Me

~LAYLA~

"Don’t hide from me. Never hide from me. I want to see everything... every flush, every quiver."

As Axel pinned my wrists above my head, leaving my body completely open to his gaze, I felt a terrifying vulnerability wash over me. But it wasn’t fear, it was total surrender.

"It’s intense," I admitted in a whisper, my hips twitching involuntarily as the cool air hit my damp skin. "The way you look at me, like you’re trying to solve a puzzle."

"I’ve already solved the puzzle," he replied. He bent down so his face was just inches from mine, his eyes filled with strong emotions. "I know exactly where you fit... with me inside of you."

He kissed me then deeply, letting go of my wrists so my hands could explore freely. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him to anchor me. The friction of his chest against my bare nipples sent sparks flying along my nerves.

"Axel, please," I begged against his lips, grinding my hips up, seeking the hardness I could feel pressing against my thigh. "I need you inside me."

"Not yet," he said, pulling back with a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "I want to taste you first. I want to taste how wet you are for me."

My breath hitched. "Axel..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Spread for me, Layla."

I obeyed instantly; I had no choice. My body belonged to him as much as my heart did.

I spread my legs wide, completely exposing myself to him. He moved down my body, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over my throat, my breasts, my stomach. When he reached the junction of my thighs, he paused, gripping my thighs with possessive strength.

"So wet," he growled, swiping a thumb over my slick entrance. "So fucking beautiful."

Then, he buried his face in me and unravelled me.

I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillow as his tongue found my clit. He didn’t tease; he devoured. He lapped at me with a hunger that made my toes curl, his tongue swirling and flicking so hard.

It was overwhelming. It was too much, and yet, not enough.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice vibrating against me, sending fresh waves of sensation through my core. "Take everything, Layla. Give me everything."

"Axel! I can’t..." I panted, my hands gripping the sheets, twisting the fabric as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in my belly. "It’s... it’s too much."

He ignored me, his fingers sliding inside my pussy, stretching me open while his mouth continued its assault. Two fingers pumped in and out of my tight hole, mimicking what he was about to do, while his tongue drove me to the brink.

His other hand slid up and found my breasts, kneading the soft flesh before focusing on my nipples.

It didn’t take long for me to reach orgasm.

"I’m going to..." My voice broke on a sob of pure pleasure.

"Let go," he said, his tone turning fierce, protective. "I’ve got you. I promise, I’ve got you. Fall."

And when he said, "Cum for me, Layla... just let go," that was the trigger.

I shattered. I let go of the fear, the control, and the worry about tomorrow. I fell into the abyss of sensation, trusting blindly that he would catch me.

A scream ripped from my throat as the climax hit me, my inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers. My body convulsed as waves of pure ecstasy rolled through me.

Before I could even catch my breath, Axel was moving, crawling up my body. His face was flushed, sweat beads on his forehead, and his eyes were wild.

He kissed me deeply, tasting my own pleasure on his lips, grounding me as the aftershocks continued to tremble through my limbs.

"You..." I whispered, unable to finish the sentence, my hand coming up to touch his face. He looked wrecked, beautifully undone.

"Me," he agreed, turning his face to kiss my palm. "Are you okay?"

"Okay?" I let out a breathless, incredulous laugh. "I think I forgot my own name for a second."

"I’ll remind you," he promised as he settled between my legs, the head of his cock brushing against my swollen, sensitive entrance. "It’s Layla Huntington O’Brien. And you belong to me."

"I do," I said softly, my eyes locking onto his, tears pricking at the corners. "I really do."

The vulnerability in his gaze nearly undid me. For a man so powerful, so used to commanding rooms and destroying enemies, looking at him now... naked, honest, and open, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I looked down at his thick, veined length, throbbing against my own wetness.

"Layla?" he commanded in a strained voice. "Look at me."

I looked up into his eyes.

"You belong to me," he growled. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

I nodded.

"Make love to me, Axel," I said, reaching up to cup his face, needing to feel him inside me, to fill the emptiness between my legs. "Not just... not just sex. I want you to feel what I’m feeling. I want you to feel how much I love you."

"And what are you feeling?" he asked, his thumb stroking my cheekbone.

"Like I’m finally home," I whispered.

Something in his expression broke. The steel in his eyes melted into something molten and raw.

"I love you," he said. The words slipped out in a raw and honest way, stripping away the last of his defences. "I didn’t plan to. I didn’t want to. But I do."

Tears spilled over my lashes. I had waited my whole life to hear those words spoken with such truth. "Say it again."

"I love you," he repeated, and as he spoke, he grabbed my hips and entered me slowly, filling me completely. "I love you, Layla."

I gasped, my back arching off the mattress as he impaled me completely. He filled me to the brim, stretching me wide, his length hitting a spot so deep inside me it made my vision blur.