Chapter 138 Chapter 36 of the spin-off

Chapter 138 Chapter 36 of the spin-off
Bastião Lennox

I watch my dick go in and out of that delicious hole, disappearing into his heat and coming back out glistening with lube, a view that drives me insane. I land a hard slap on his left butt cheek, the crack echoing loudly. The impact makes him instantly clench around my shaft, a squeeze so intense it makes my eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Yes, squeeze tighter, you slut... Oh, just like that, goddammit, so fucking good!"

I land another slap, marking his skin, and feel my dick getting massaged from inside as he tries to catch his breath. I pull my length all the way out at once, making him whimper and look back with clouded eyes.

I sit back on the couch, and, in a swift, desperate motion, he mounts me, guiding my hardness back inside and riding down with full force.

He kisses me while bouncing, a dirty, deep kiss where our tongues entwine with the same urgency as our bodies.

The scent of sex—that sharp, warm, addictive aroma—fills the air, making every breath a trigger for more lust.

I grip his buttocks tightly, digging my fingers into his flesh, pulling him down with every rise, forcing him to ride even harder and faster. Axel moans against my mouth, a muffled, urgent sound, while his hips move in a frantic rhythm that pushes me to the edge of sanity.

He breaks the kiss but doesn't pull away; he bites my lips with possessive force and holds my face with both hands, forcing me to stare right at him.

He bounces on me without breaking eye contact for even a second, making everything so fucking intense and absurdly good. Axel grinds, rolling his hips against mine, and I feel every single inch of that friction pushing me over the edge. I don't look away; I want to record every single line of his expression of complete surrender.

He increases the speed of his riding, slamming down with all his weight, which makes me moan loudly in a guttural sound that vibrates through the room. He moans too, his voice choked, and the moment he slams down with even more vigor, he twitches so hard that both of us come at the exact same time.

The orgasm is so violent and intense that I literally see stars, losing all sense of reality for a few seconds while I feel him pulse around my length.

I let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of relaxation hit me. He rests his head on my good shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to recover from this delicious orgasm that left us thoroughly spent. I run my hand down his back in a slow, gentle stroke, feeling his sweaty skin, and kiss his hair with tenderness.

"Holy shit... I never thought sex would feel this good," he confesses, his voice still trembling.

I let out a soft laugh, feeling a peace I never imagined I'd know.

"It's good because it's with you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, you're right," he agrees, kissing my chin before looking into my eyes. "Sex is only this good with you fucking me so well I lose my senses. I love you."

I flash a wide smile and kiss his lips, brushing away the strands of hair clinging to his eyes.

"I love you too, my love. I fucking love you, Axel."

He lies back down on me, settling against my chest.

"Let's rest, because later I want you again."

I burst out laughing, squeezing his waist.

"Looks like my man got addicted to sex."

He huffs, with an obvious tone that amuses me.

"With a man like this? Who wouldn't get addicted? Besides, we spent way too much time apart... now I'm going to enjoy every single second."

I smile and hold him tight, breathing in the scent of his hair.

"I'm absurdly lucky to have you as mine. I finally feel complete; I feel like after years at war, I can breathe again."

He returns the hug, pressing his body against mine.

"Me too... we're finally complete, and we're staying together until the day we die," he declares, with the seriousness of a blood oath.

I kiss his hair one last time, sealing the destiny we now write together.

"Yeah. Until death do us part. You're my man, my boyfriend, my husband, my everything."

He gives a smile, the kind he saves only for me, and hugs me even tighter, as if trying to merge our souls.

As I feel the comforting weight of Axel's body on top of mine, I let my mind wander to places I used to avoid visiting.

For years, I convinced myself that my fate was merely to be his shadow. The executioner cleared the path so he could shine as leader.

I looked at him in meetings, on the battlefield, or even during mundane moments, and felt a punch to the gut believing he would never be mine.

I thought I would die with that secret choked in my throat, serving the man I loved without ever being able to call him "mine."

If someone had told me a month ago that I'd be here, in my house, with him living with me, sharing not just a bed but a life, I probably would have laughed and shot them in the leg for giving me false hope.

But now we're here.

Together.

I feel a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the sex we just had. It's a strange peace, almost uncomfortable for someone who only ever knew violence.

I look at the ceiling and give a silly smile. We're acting like two young men in heat, with a hunger for each other that seems endless, but it's because every touch is confirmation that the dream is real.

I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought the executioner of the Valentini Mafia would have the right to love and be loved with such intensity.

But Axel gave me that.

He gave me a home inside him.

"You're thinking too much," he murmurs against my neck, his voice sleepy.

"I'm just thinking about how much I love you," I reply, holding him tighter in my arms.

He is my everything.

And for the first time in my life, I don't need weapons to feel safe.

I only need him.