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Anita felt her body shivering in his touch, an odd thought hovering behind her mind about her interaction with the vampire, maybe even sparing one on how they would move through their world together. With her, essentially ‘disobeying’ Jean-Claude (she could almost feel her own stomach churning at that) by being with Axel what would that entail? Would he have to challenge the pale model of an immortal for her… um… hand? The whole prospect was a bit confusing but in this moment she couldn’t find enough space to doddle on that thought. 

With a gasp Anita wrapped her legs around his waist, her body arching to him in response as she felt her skin flush with heat. Becoming increasingly aware of his lithe body between her thighs and found herself dizzy from its effect. It couldn’t be helped and it was as if all the wondering and waiting had built up a desire in her that she hadn’t known for years. Always pushing it away and out of her mind until it became nothing more than a dull ache. 

“Axel…,” she whispered, shivering again as her eyes kept flickering between his eyes and his lips. It was spoken with need, a low request of pressing her body closer to him, wrapping her arms around him once more until her lips met his again. Anita nipped at him and deepened their kiss. At this point she wanted more than just his gentle touch. 

He knew that Jean-Claude would be able to see or at least sense what was happening between the two of them right now, but that did not worry him as he knew he was stronger and faster than the master of the city, and he would not let him stop the way that he felt about Anita. 

As she gasped he smirked and lightly kissed her nicked, right by her pulse point, he nipped her skin and gripped her hips as she whispered his name. “Do not whisper my name, say it louder.” He told her, his voice firm as he moved out of the lounge and heading to his bedroom, laying her down on the bed before kissing her back, nipping her lip and drawing blood. 

“Tell me what you want.” He demanded as he looked down at her while he took his shirt off and started to undo his pants, he wanted to hear her say that she wanted him, that she wanted him to take her. “Who do you want Anita?” He asked her, again his voice was firm as he stared down at her.