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"I'll come inside you, inside."
"Oh, ngh!"
With Lila nodding, Axel grabbed Lila's soft breasts and jerked his back violently to come; Lila, who was already at her climax, moaned once more as Axel's lower part went in and out of her with even more intensity, and given that the sky outside was about to turn dark, meant they had been doing this for a number of hours.
As the tension between them reached a crescendo, Lila wrapped her legs around Axel's waist, pulling him closer, drawing him into her warmth. The world outside faded away, leaving only the rhythm of their hearts and the connection that pulsed between them. Every kiss, every touch felt like a promise, an affirmation of their desire and trust.
As he moved his waist, Axel softly grabbed Lila's breasts. Then he slammed his manhood to its limit. His body was shaking and he narrowed his gaze. When Axel slammed his thing deep within her, Lila experienced climax once more, and then her body fell.
"Ngh!"
"Ah!"
Axel gave a deep groan, dropped and buried his face in Lila's soft breast.
As Lila lay there, her body still trembling from the overwhelming intensity of their shared moments, she felt the cool air against her flushed skin. She was utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Every inch of her felt alive, as if she had been touched by a fire that wouldn't easily be extinguished. Just as she began to gather herself, a hint of a smile on her lips, Axel stirred beside her.
His hand, warm and firm, gently caressed her arm, his touch still laced with the electricity that had passed between them moments before. Lila turned her head slightly, catching the glint of something playful in his eyes—an unspoken request, a desire still burning even though they were both worn out.
"Stay," Axel whispered softly, his voice low and filled with need. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, a silent plea for more. The way he looked at her, his eyes dark with emotion and longing, sent a shiver down her spine. It was as though he wasn't quite ready to let the moment go, the intensity of what they had shared still lingering between them.
Lila felt her body stir again, a faint echo of the passion they had ignited together. She blinked up at him, surprised by the lingering hunger in his gaze. "Axel," she started, her voice barely a whisper, but before she could say more, he gently pulled her back into his arms, his breath hot against her neck.
"I need more," he murmured, his tone soft but insistent. There was a pleading edge to his words, a vulnerability she hadn't seen in him before. Despite her own fatigue, Lila felt a surge of warmth flood through her. The exhaustion that had settled over her moments ago seemed to lift as his touch reignited the fire between them.
Lila's body responded before her mind could catch up, drawn once again into the web of desire that Axel wove so effortlessly around her. The tension between them crackled with renewed energy, and she found herself unable to resist. Her hands moved of their own accord, reaching for him, feeling the familiar heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.
As their lips met once more, the exhaustion faded into the background, replaced by a new wave of intensity. Axel's need was palpable, his touch both tender and desperate, as if he couldn't get enough of her. Lila surrendered to the moment, letting the sensations wash over her again. The room seemed to blur around them, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in the rhythm of their shared intimacy.
Time became a distant concept as they continued, the emotions between them deepening with each touch, each whispered breath. Axel held her close, his grip firm but gentle, as though he feared she might slip away if he let go. But Lila was there with him, fully present, her body responding to every movement, every gesture of his longing.
Eventually, the exhaustion caught up with her, but this time it was more profound, pulling her into a deeper state of calm. As the world around her grew dim, Lila felt herself surrendering to the fatigue. Her eyelids grew heavy, and with a final, soft breath, she let herself drift into sleep, wrapped in the warmth of Axel's embrace.
Axel watched her for a moment longer, his own heart still racing. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he held her close. The tension and emotion that had consumed them both had finally settled, leaving only the soft sound of their breathing in the quiet room. As Lila drifted off in his arms, Axel stayed there, content and utterly captivated by the woman he held.
Axel picked Lila up and sat on the edge of the sofa, his arms securely around Lila's small, sleeping form, he gazed down at her peaceful face. The soft rise and fall of her chest, her breath steady and calm, was in stark contrast to the intensity they had shared just moments ago. Her hair fell across her face, and he gently brushed it away, his fingers lingering against her soft skin. She looked so fragile now, resting in his arms, a world apart from the confident woman who had commanded his attention earlier.
He couldn't help but wonder why, despite the hours they had spent together, he wasn't nearly as exhausted as he should be. The weight of time seemed to settle on him all at once, and as he glanced at the clock, realization struck—midnight had come and gone. They had been lost in each other for hours, and yet, the energy still hummed through him.
Axel's gaze drifted to Lila's wrist, her slender frame resting against his solid chest. He wrapped his fingers gently around her wrist, marveling at how delicate she felt beneath his touch. A small frown tugged at his lips. She was so thin—too thin. His thumb brushed over her wrist, and concern stirred in his chest.
"She needs to eat more," he murmured softly to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a protective edge to his thoughts, a quiet worry that gnawed at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that she had been pushing herself too hard, perhaps neglecting her own well-being in the process.
Axel tightened his hold on her, cradling her closer as he settled back against the cushions of the sofa. He was never one to let his emotions show easily, but with Lila, everything felt different. He found himself caring in a way that surprised him, a sense of protectiveness wrapping around his heart. She had always carried herself with such strength, never showing weakness, but now, as she slept soundly in his arms, he saw the vulnerability beneath the surface.
His fingers traced the curve of her shoulder, the gentle slope of her neck, as he let out a slow breath. For the first time in a long while, Axel allowed himself to simply be still, holding her, watching over her as the quiet of the night enveloped them. It was a moment of rare peace, something he hadn't realized he needed until now.
"Lila," he whispered, though he knew she wouldn't hear him. "You need to take care of yourself." His words were soft, filled with a quiet sincerity that surprised even him. There was no audience here, no need to maintain the cold exterior he so often wore. With her, in this quiet space, he could just be Axel—someone who cared deeply, even if he didn't always know how to show it.
As the minutes stretched on, he continued to hold her, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against him. Axel closed his eyes, not from exhaustion but from the comfort of the moment. Lila had pushed him, drawn out emotions he hadn't expected, and now he couldn't deny the depth of what he felt for her.