He pressed his hips forward, and his cock sank nearly to her throat. She tried to open even wider.

“So good,” he praised, lifting her by the back of the head and cradling her neck in his hand.

Now she was immobile, at his mercy. Between his cuffs, his hold, and his big body, he controlled every move she made. She couldn’t imagine anything turning her on more.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth,” he groaned.

Her stare tangled with his. The blue of his eyes had gone hot, electric. She whimpered out her need.

Axel drew back a few inches, then slowly pushed in again, deeper than before. The tip of her nose almost touched his belly. She wanted to work her head from side to side, suck more of him in, try to take every inch he had. But he had the control and he eased out of her mouth again. A deep, rumbling groan escaped from his chest. “Use your tongue.”

In answer, she swirled it around the swelling head still perched past her lips. She licked over the pinnacle, found the sensitive spot just under his ridge, then licked the shaft in desperation.

“That’s it. Oh, princess . . .” He fucked his way into her mouth again, establishing a brisk, soft rhythm. His eyes closed. His head dropped forward and ecstasy transformed his face.

For long moments, she simply tasted him, pleasured him. She’d never known how badly she longed to please a lover until Axel. Mystery suspected he could teach her a lot of things about her body and her sexuality. He’d already taught her so much about life.

“Damn . . . yes. You keep swiping the head with that wicked tongue, and it’s killing me.”

It thrilled Mystery to know that she could dismantle such a big bad man.

When he thrust in again, he plunged deeper still and nudged her throat. She did her best not to panic. She breathed through her nose, as one of her girlfriends who loved giving head had instructed, and relaxed her muscles there. Finally, the tip of her nose brushed his abdomen. She wrapped her lips around the base of his cock and sucked deep.

“Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch!” He yanked from her mouth and dragged in deep, steadying breaths, clearly trying to bring himself under control.

Mystery couldn’t help it. The devil sitting on her shoulder prodded her, and his cock was just there in front of her, wet and purple and swollen. She peeked her tongue out and licked him like an ice cream cone.

His eyes flared open wide, gaze fixed on her, instantly sharp and predatory and just the slightest bit disapproving. “Trying to steal my control again?”

“No.” Maybe a little. “I missed your flavor.”

“But you wanted to take what I didn’t intend to give you. You didn’t have permission to drive me over the edge, but you still tried.”

“I . . . didn’t—”

“Think before you lie. Orgasm depravation is a terrible punishment. I can drive you so close to the edge again and again, then deny you for hours. Hell, I can do it for days. If you want to come again anytime soon, you’d better be honest.”

Mystery didn’t doubt him for a minute. He probably would drive her body to a clawing, aching need and suspend her there for as long as he pleased. He could likely control her body and her reactions, along with himself—in every way. That stirred her desire like mad.

“I wasn’t trying to drive you to orgasm,” she answered honestly. “But if I had, I would have liked it. I wanted to make you feel good, whether that was a little or a lot.”

“I’ll have to remember you’re a giver.” He smiled down at her as he released her neck, then brushed his fingers across her cheek, over her jaw. “You need that, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, Axel.”

Despite the fact that she ached and clenched and wriggled in need, Mystery still wanted to give Axel whatever would please him. Somewhere in her rational head, she realized that it sounded kind of backward to put her own pleasure on hold, especially since the guys she’d slept with in the past had been of the mind that everyone was responsible for getting their own orgasms during sex. Again, Axel was totally different.

He scrambled off the bed, kicking off his pants as he went, then tore into the drawer of the nightstand, fumbling around until he found an unopened box. He ripped into it, tearing off the entire side of the cardboard to grab one of the foil squares. With his teeth, he yanked off the top of the packet, then rolled the condom down his stiff length as if his life depended on it.

Less than a heartbeat later, he lowered himself on top of her, elbows on either side of her head, and took her lips with his, using them to spread her mouth wide for his kiss. He invited himself inside, his tongue delving, capturing. He invaded her everywhere, and she felt saturated by his scent, consumed by his passion.

Mystery arched up to him, trying to get closer. She was beyond realizing that Axel stirred and excited her unlike any other man. That train had left the station years ago. But somehow, every time he touched her, he reminded her all over again.

As he pushed his fingers into her hair, he gripped the strands in his fist, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. At the same time, he probed her aching sex with his erection, a rhythmic seeking against her slick tissue until he found the spot he sought and began a relentless press forward.

The slide in felt a little easier than it had this afternoon, despite her lingering soreness. As he surged forward, she stretched around his girth, working to accommodate him and losing herself in the delicious burn. He filled her completely. Her flesh stung and tingled as he withdrew slightly and surged deeper—over and over.

Every ruthless thrust should have been uncomfortable, but instead the feel of him forcing her to take every inch had euphoria clouding her head like a drug. She welcomed it—and him—wholeheartedly.

With a whimper, she tilted her hips up in offering. He slid his hands under her ass and gripped tightly. Every fingertip pressed into the flesh of her backside, and he used his strength to yank her onto his cock as if he couldn’t wait another second for her to take him all the way to the hilt. He tossed his head back with a low, rumbling groan.

The force of his next drive into her had her gasping with a pleasure-pain she’d never felt. She wanted to hold him in her arms, but they were bound. She wanted to throw her legs around him, but he held her exactly where he wanted her and unleashed a hard, pounding rhythm that had her whimpering, then moaning, then calling his name.

Every thrust of his cock rubbed against sensitive tissue along the front wall of her sex. He doubled the tingles with every lunge inside her as his pelvis rubbed her clit. The sensations climbed. She pressed her fingernails into her palms, tossed her head back, and keened.

Mystery felt herself spinning away, the absolute pleasure overtaking her body, her brain. She tightened on him, throwing her whole body and heart into his kiss as black spots danced behind her eyes.

“You want to come?” he growled. “For me? Right now?”

“Yes. Please . . .” She nodded frantically. “Yes!”

He ramped up his hard surges into her body, the headboard pounding the wall every time he slammed inside her. Above her, his eyes had gone a sexy shade of midnight blue. He stared at her intently, knowing he held the power to grant her orgasm . . . or take it away. She waited, breath held, dissolving for him.

“Beg me more. I’m not convinced you want it enough yet.”

Chapter Eleven

HE’D barely finished speaking when he drove deep in her pussy again, setting off a chain reaction of tingles. Climax was right there, just waiting for him to give her that perfect touch. Axel withheld it, studying her, watching, waiting.