Mystery quivered around his cock, her flesh constricting tightly. With a low groan, he plunged harder, shoved his way deeper. Sweat beaded at his temples. Moisture coated the bulges of his shoulders. She felt as if he’d stretched the muscles of her inner thighs to their breaking point and knew she’d be sore as hell in a few hours. But she didn’t care. She just wanted more.

“Please . . .” she cried out. “I need it. I need you, Axel. I can’t take much more.”

“That’s a little better. I might let you. Sooner, if you’re louder.”

Louder? Did he want her to shout the building down? She jerked against the restraints and writhed as much as his big body on top of her allowed. “I don’t know what to do or say. It’s overwhelming and I’m desperate. What else do you want to hear? Please . . .”

“You’re getting there. Let me see if I can help you along.” Axel hesitated and flung himself off the bed, rummaging around in the nightstand again.

“What are you doing?” Didn’t he know she was on fire over here?

“Looking for just the right thing to blow your mind. Here we go.” The smile that crossed his square, so-male face made her heart skip a few beats. It dripped sin, promised to push her.

“Hurry,” she breathed. “Pretty please. I really need to—”

“Oh, you will.” He palmed something and shut the drawer, then shoved whatever had been in his hand under the pillow. “Turn over.” He helped her onto her stomach, the chain holding her cuffs together crossing near their hook in the wall. “On your hands and knees.”

As he clasped her hips and helped her up, Mystery adjusted herself on the mattress. His stare heated her back. She felt so vulnerable as he grabbed the item from under the pillow, hiding it in his palm again, then positioned himself behind her, planting his knees between hers and spreading them wider.

“You ever been taken from behind?”

Mystery searched her memory, but he’d fried it. “Maybe once or twice. I don’t remember.”

“So you don’t know if you liked it?”

“Well, sex in general never wowed me before you.”

“That’s beautifully honest. I definitely want to make sure you continue to feel that way, princess.”

She heard what sounded like a plastic cap popping open, followed by a squishy noise. He closed the top in place again, and she felt a gentle plop as he tossed the object across the bed. Something drizzled along the small of her back, liquid and slightly warm before it trickled down into the crease between her cheeks.

With a yelp, Mystery raised her ass and tried to lean her torso forward and send the liquid running in the other direction and off the sheets.

Axel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back up. “Don’t move.”

Her rational brain wanted to argue that they were going to make a mess, but the commanding note in his tone silenced her. She closed her eyes, refocused, breathed.

“Good. The way you understood me instantly and complied turns me the fuck on.”

Mystery sincerely hoped that meant that he intended to fit his wide cock against her empty, weeping opening and fill her until he released her to orgasm. If not, she wasn’t above begging him again.

For now, she settled for wriggling her hips in what she hoped was an enticing sway.

He palmed one of her cheeks, chuckling. “Believe me, I’m fully aware of your gorgeous ass right in front of me. I could stare at it all day.”

Please don’t just look. Do something!

“But at the moment, I’d rather fuck you more and hear how well you can beg.”

What more did he want her to say? She’d blurted her feelings and added more than one please. She’d told him that she was desperate for the pleasure. What else could she give him?

He answered that question quickly, bending over her body and feeding his cock inside her again. This time, he slid in slowly, easing one molasses inch at a time into her clenching pussy.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “It’s so good.”

As he filled her to the hilt, she sucked in a sharp breath. In this position, he felt even bigger, plumbed even farther inside her. His size overwhelmed her, the stretch even more of a burn.

Axel pulled back, nearly withdrawing from her until he surged inside again, a little harder, a little faster. He repeated the process a few times, picking up the tempo and the drive with every thrust.

Mystery closed her eyes and drank the sensations in. She’d loved having him on top of her, but in this position, she felt taken, like his to use at will. Somehow he also made her feel as if he needed her more than he wanted her, and every thrust, grunt, and groan told her he wanted her with a desperation that blindsided and shocked her.

“Axel . . .”

“Yeah, princess. Tell me.”

“Oh, god,” she panted. “Every time you enter me, you rub something inside me way deep.”

“I do.” His voice sounded rough, like gravel. “I feel every fucking inch of you.”

To prove his point, he sank all the way in again, his balls gently slapping her slick folds, then he gyrated against her spot, prodding, poking, driving her out of her damn mind.

“Yes. There. Oh, right there. That’s . . .” She couldn’t manage more than a groan.

“Oh, yeah. I know it’s right there. You’re closing around me. So tight. So fucking sweet. But I need more. I need to touch all of you.”

Mystery couldn’t fathom what he meant until he brushed his fingertips across the small of her back, spreading the moisture he’d poured onto her skin earlier all around. It was some sort of oil. She could feel it lubricating her now, running into the crevice between her cheeks, pooling around her back entrance.

His thumb joined the fray, sweeping up and down that fissure before circling the opening no one had ever touched.

When she clenched, Axel pried his fingers into the shadowy cleft of her ass and pulled the two halves apart. “Mine.” He growled the word, an animalistic sound from the depths of his chest. “All of you. Mine.”

The part of her brain that functioned now realized how caveman and possessive he sounded. The woman inside her approved. Her pussy suddenly pulsed. She tossed her hips back at him as he thrust, helping him spear her even more completely.

When he dredged that spot again and he inserted his thumb in her back opening, the sparks lighting up her sex converged with the new ones he’d just introduced. Climax sat right there, so damn close she could just cry for it. One more teeny-tiny sensation would send her tumbling into an abyss unlike anything else. Her vision closed up.

“Axel. Oh . . . my . . .” She couldn’t even form the rest of the sentence. Instead, she tossed her head back and wailed. Her voice sounded high-pitched and desperate and rife with the pain of unfulfilled need. She clawed the sheets, sucked in a breath, and thrashed on his cock.

He withdrew so slowly, Mystery swore she would lose every shred of sanity. But when he hurtled his way back in, tunneling past each sensitive spot, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Please. Fuck. Me. Yes . . .” She gasped in a breath. “Now. I need it! So . . . good.”

“So fucking good,” he agreed. “Come for me!”

He plunged inside her again, urgent and fierce, his thumb sliding all the way inside her ass. The sensations coiled just behind her clit. The tingles, the heaviness, the desperate ache all melded together in a dizzy, crazy, sublime euphoria that tightened and gathered before exploding through her limbs, lacing every vein, utterly filling her. Arching to him and clawing at the bed, she screamed, the sound shrill and loud and lasting seemingly forever. So did her orgasm.

God, she never felt anything remotely like this climax that turned her body inside out, dismantled her brain, destroyed her defenses.

When her breath ran out, the ecstasy still pulsed and twitched inside her, battering her like the tide against the rocks of the shore—constantly and without mercy. Mystery had only thought she and Axel had shared combustive sex earlier today. Now? Holy crap, would she even be the same woman after this mind-bending bliss?