~LAYLA~
Axel kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands sliding to my waist, fingers splaying possessively against my hips.
I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, craving his presence. We were both breathing heavily, lost in the moment.
The office, the trial, the noise of the world… everything else faded away until it was just us.
His mouth slowly trailed down the curve of my neck, his lips warm against my skin. I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair as my head tilted back.
"Axel," I breathed, but whatever I was going to say disappeared when his lips found mine again. Their kiss grew more passionate, a mix of desire and tenderness, filled with both forgiveness and a deep longing for each other.
We stumbled backwards until I felt the edge of my desk against the back of my thighs. His hands braced on either side of me, caging me in, and for a moment, we just stood there, breathing each other in.
"Layla," he murmured, "tell me to stop if you want me to."
