Axiel’s POV
Demze was falling apart beneath me, and it was the most addictive sight I had ever witnessed.
Her tight, virgin heat clenched around my c**k like a velvet fist as I thrust slowly and deeply inside her. Every gentle stroke pulled a fresh, broken moan from her swollen lips. Tears still glistened on her lashes, but her hips were starting to meet mine, chasing the pleasure I was giving her.
“f**k… Demze,” I groaned, voice rough and strained. I braced myself on my forearms, caging her in as I rocked into her tighter. “You feel so goddamn perfect. So wet and tight for me.”
She whimpered, her nails digging into my back. Her green eyes were glassy with overwhelmed pleasure. “Axiel… it’s too much… I can’t...”
“You can,” I growled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a deep, filthy
