POV Ajax
The violence of Bella's kiss sends my world spinning off its axis—she's magnificent in her fury, kissing me like she wants to punish me and claim me simultaneously. This brilliant, dying girl has gone beautifully mad because of me, and the thought ignites something primal that I've never felt before.
The sting from her slaps barely registers; all that matters is her mouth on mine, her hands fisted in my shirt, the desperate sounds she makes against my lips like she's drowning and I'm air itself.
When we break apart, gasping, I frame her face with hands that won't stop shaking. "I love you. I love you so much it's destroying me."
"I love you too, you bastard," she responds, tears streaming down her face. "I hate that I love you, but I do. I hate you for making me feel this much."
I’m fucking starved for her.
My hands grip her waist like she’s the only thing keeping me alive, her thighs wrapping around my hips like a vice as I carry her toward the bedroom.
Her mouth crashes into mine, wet and desperate, teeth scraping against my lip in a way that makes my dick throb against the seam of my jeans. She tastes like salt and sin, and I can’t get enough. I’m panting into her mouth, my breaths ragged, my heart fucking pounding in my chest like it’s trying to escape.
"Ajax," she whispers against my lips, my name sounding like a prayer and a curse.
I lay her on my bed with reverence that contradicts the urgency thrumming through my veins, determined to worship every inch of her, to prove with my body what my words have failed to convey.
"Let me show you," I whisper against her collarbone, tasting salt on her skin. "Let me prove how much I love you."
I undress her, memorizing each newly revealed expanse of skin like I'm mapping territory I'll never see again. My hands shake as I trace the curve of her shoulder, the delicate line of her collarbone. She trembles under my touch, her breath catching.
"Beautiful," I murmur against her throat. "Every part of you is beautiful."
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me back up to her mouth. "Don't treat me like I'm fragile."
"You're not fragile," I reply, pressing my forehead against hers. "You're the strongest person I know. But I'm going to take my time with you anyway."
My lips are going down and trailing down her chest, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses that make her writhe beneath me. Her tits are fucking *perfect*, round and full, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I take one in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the peak until she’s arching off the bed, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Please," she gasps, her nails digging into my scalp, and the sound sends a jolt of pure heat straight to my cock.
I take off my shirt and jeans, leaving on my boxers. Her gaze burns me up, and it's fucking incredible.
Her hands fumble with my boxers, pulling them down, and the second her fingers wrap around my dick, I nearly fucking lose it. She strokes me, her touch tentative but firm, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there.
“Careful,” I warn, pressing my forehead to hers. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“Good,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine. “I want to ruin you.”
I kiss her hard, my tongue plunging into her mouth as I guide myself to her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, so ready, and I have to force myself to go slow, to ease into her inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. “You feel—”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I press into her until I’m fully seated, her tight heat enveloping me so completely I swear I see stars. I can’t fucking breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but move.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I whisper against her lips, my hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts.
“It’s not enough,” she gasps, her nails digging into my back. “Please, Ajax, I need—”
I pick up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that’s fucking maddening. Her pussy clenches around me, tightening with every thrust, and I’m so close to losing it I can’t see straight.
“Look at me,” I demand, my voice rough, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Her eyes meet mine, dark and desperate, and something in me fucking snaps. I crash my lips against hers, swallowing her moans as I thrust into her harder, deeper, fucking her like my life depends on it.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her mouth, my hips slamming into hers. “You’re fucking mine.”
Her orgasm hits her like a fucking freight train, her body convulsing beneath me, her pussy milking my cock in a way that sends me over the edge. I come with a groan, burying my face in her neck as I spill into her, my body trembling with the force of it.
We collapse together, sweaty and gasping, her heartbeat fluttering against my chest like a goddamn hummingbird.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair, over and over until the words lose individual meaning and become simply the rhythm of my heart—the heart that secretly belongs to her in ways she doesn't yet know.
She traces patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "What happens now?"
"Now we figure out how to do this," I say, tightening my arms around her. "We figure out how to love each other without destroying each other."
"That might be impossible," she murmurs, but there's no sadness in it—just acceptance of the beautiful catastrophe we've become.
"Then we'll make it possible." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "We'll rewrite the rules if we have to."
She laughs softly against my chest. "Ajax Spencer, rule breaker."
"For you?" I pull back just enough to see her face in the dim light. "I'd break every rule that ever existed."
And lying there in the aftermath, holding the girl who turned my world upside down, I know I mean every word.