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Ignoring my plea, he continued his descent down my abdomen with kisses. He reached his final destination, his lips caressing every ounce of flesh, licking my entire mound until I was desperate for more. I was dying to feel his tongue delve into me. I wanted to feel the invasion, the penetration. The man had a way to intensify every emotion and sensation in my body. I needed him. I hungered for him. I craved everything about him. Yet, I knew the ultimate power was his, and he would lead this delicious dance as he saw fit.

“Axel!” I screamed when his tongue connected with my clit. A surge of sensation stole my breath. “I want you,” I pleaded as I tested the ties again. I was aching to touch, desperate to have some control back.

My body frantically searched for release any way that I could as I shamelessly ground my pussy against his face and mouth. I needed to come. God, I hoped he’d make me come. But I needed more than his mouth. I needed his cock in me, and just as I was about to demand he fuck me, he moved away from my needy cunt and lowered his body on top of mine. I tried to reach for him. I tried to embrace his body. But the constraints of the ties held me in place.

“Untie me,” I begged.

He simply shook his head and slowly eased his way in between my legs. He captured my gaze and never released it as his cock spread me wide. He stared deep into my eyes, linking our souls, connecting our energy.

He pressed deeper with every gasp from me as if my sounds of pleasure fueled the energy and desire inside of him.

I moaned.

He pressed on.

I cried out.

He fucked me harder.

His own moans became my soundtrack to the most amazing sex of my life.

Axel pressed deep within and suddenly stopped. Without either of our bodies moving, I could feel nothing more than Axel deep within me. Taking that moment of stillness did something to me. I felt a connection and closeness I hadn’t known possible. I looked into his eyes and just smiled. It began with just my lips, but staring into Axel’s face, I knew my pleasure was reflected in his eyes.

“I’m yours,” I admitted freely.

“I wanted nothing more than to hear those words.”

“Untie me. Let me show you how much I’m yours. Let me prove how much I want to belong to you,” I whispered.

Axel lightly touched his lips to mine, pulled his cock out of me, and then slowly untied one hand and then the other. He took his time to untie and after each bond was removed, he kissed and licked the reddened area to soothe the sting. I hadn’t realized how much I’d fought against the restraints until he did so.

Once all the ties were removed, I crawled into Axel’s lap, pressed my lips to his neck, and took the moment to just be held and feel protected. I enjoyed the soft, the calm… the love. I moved my lips to his and kissed him until I felt that our lips had melted together. His breath was mine, my breath was his. I felt his tongue lightly move along mine, his hands caressed, we embraced.

Axel eased me onto my back and slowly rubbed his cock along my throbbing clit. The sensation sent an emotion through me that nearly brought tears to my eyes. I became whole, so complete. Having Axel so close to me felt… right.

He moved the tip of his dick at a slow, and sensual pace. He caressed my hair and smiled softly while looking into my eyes. “I can’t do soft any longer. I need to fuck you hard before I explode,” Axel confessed.

A growl worked its way past his lips as he grabbed me by the hips and in one hard thrust, drove himself deep within the warmth of my body. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back and thrust my hips to drive him even deeper. I moaned at the feeling of him spreading me, further inside me than I ever imagined possible. I craved more. I wanted him to drive in and out at a rapid speed.

I felt like a sex-crazed vixen beneath Axel as he pumped in and out with a force and speed that brought an impending orgasm near. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my lips to his again. He drove his tongue deep within my mouth, never letting go of his grip. He dominated me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he had over the building explosion of pleasure begging for release.

“Let go for me. Let go, baby,” he demanded with a deep sensual voice.

As if knowing I should never go against one of Axel’s commands, I let the climax take over. The fire worked its way from my toes all the way to my head. My moan became louder, louder until it became a scream.

With the sound of my release ringing throughout the room, Axel pumped hard one last time, filling me with his seed. Claiming me. Marking me. Forever his.

All because of one fucking kiss.

TRANS·FER·ENCE: A NOVEL

AVA HARRISON

Dedicated

To those who are looking to find the strength to conquer their fears.

trans·fer·ence: n. in psychotherapy and psychoanalysis, a client’s feelings for the therapist. May be used to understand the origins of the client’s emotional and psychological problems.

PROLOGUE

I’M HOLLOW.

My pain is an open festering wound.

Unbearable.

I hear the words that are spoken but they have no meaning.

They’re only words. They will never bring him back.

Grief.

Loss.

Death.

The pain inside me roars out in a silent scream.

Like ice spreading through my veins and numbing me to the outside world.

Sucking me under, until all is gone.

My hands swipe away my stained tears.

My breath becomes short gasps of air escaping.

Cold sweat. Hammering heart.

A distant hum.

The beat of a bird’s wings.

I need to leave.

I can’t be here.

CHAPTER ONE

BEEP

Beep

Beep

Through heavy eyelids, flashes of white light gleam in. It’s like living in a world of solitude. All alone, no connections, no expectations, no pain, no memories, and then suddenly everything rushes back.

Sounds overwhelm me.

Swish

Swish

Swish

Hummmmmmm

With careful precision I pry my eyes open, but I’m unnerved as the world around me comes alive. The sounds, once muffled, attack me like a passing freight train. They infiltrate every pore in my body, relentlessly. They are an unwelcome attack on my senses.

A voice breaks through. “I think she’s waking up.”

Beep

Beep

“That’s right, sweetie, open your eyes,” coos a soft, comforting voice.

My blurry vision focuses and I’m facing two women dressed in purple scrubs. Where am I? A plain room that’s void of all emotion and warmth. Sterile. The walls are a dirty white, not quite cream, and the smell of disinfectant permeates the air. My mouth opens to speak, to ask them for some explanations but it’s too dry. I try to swallow however the thickness of the saliva pooling makes the action feel impossible. With wary movements, I press my fingers toward my lips, but even this small gesture is too much as pain radiates throughout my body.

“You need something to drink. Let me grab you some water.”

“Where . . .” It sounds as though I’m talking with a mouth full of marbles, so I try again but my words are jumbled and make no sense. The sound of the faucet running causes even more liquid to collect. I watch in parched desperation as she slowly fills a pitcher and then grabs a cup and straw.

“Where are you? You’re at Sinai-Grace Hospital. You were in an accident.” My heart rattles heavily at the new information. No wonder everything hurts. Even my skin burns.

Finally, the nurse steps over to the bed, carefully fills a cup with water and then offers me the precious liquid. Thank you, God. The water feels like heaven against my tongue.