When you let him make it up to you…
LEMON
There were only a handful of instances when Axel had ever gotten down on his knees before me. None of the involved begging or much talking at all.
As soon as he touched me, I started to relax. I felt better knowing he was safe and back, even if I was furious with him. I wanted to make him suffer for everything he put me through, but the desire to do so faded the more he pleaded at my feet. A different kind of desire built in its place. Being angry and horny is a strange combination.
I had questions for him, but their importance seemed to fall away the longer he touched me. The pounding in my head seemed to lessen too. The emotional up and downs had made the headache far worse than when I first woke up in the hospital.
Then, Axel dropped his
