"Good girl," he says with a satisfied smile, releasing you as he steps back to give you some space. "Now come along." He extends his hand, expectantly.

"You're lucky," he says, his voice softening slightly as you take his hand and let him lead you away from the warehouse. "I could have made things much worse for you." He glances down at your tear-streaked face before looking back up at the night sky, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. "But don't think this means I've forgiven you. You still owe me..." His voice trails off ominously as he presses a card into your hand. "Remember that."

In the few moments she's gone, Axel's mind races with violent thoughts and plots on how to ensure that no one else ever tries to come between them again. His fangs itch for release, and his fingers twitch restlessly at his side, longing to wrap themselves around her throat and claim what is rightfully his. He curses himself for being so patient; he wants her now, here and now.

But she returns sooner than expected, her eyes darting nervously about the room before settling on him once more.

"Come here," Axel whispers, his voice husky and commanding as he pats the empty space beside him on the desk. "We need to talk." He leans in closer, their bodies almost touching now as his cold breath fans across her cheek. His hand closes into a fist, digging his nails into his palm to distract himself from the desire to reach out and touch her skin again.

"No one will bother us here,"

"Good girl," he says with a satisfied smile, releasing you as he steps back to give you some space. "Now come along." He extends his hand, expectantly.

"You're lucky," he says, his voice softening slightly as you take his hand and let him lead you away from the warehouse. "I could have made things much worse for you." He glances down at your tear-streaked face before looking back up at the night sky, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. "But don't think this means I've forgiven you. You still owe me..." His voice trails off ominously as he presses a card into your hand. "Remember that."

"You'll say it when I tell you to, bitch!" Axel hisses as he pulls your hair back even harder, forcing you to look into his eyes. "I own you now." His other hand slips underneath your shirt, roughly grazing one of your nipples through the fabric. "And you'll beg for more..."

Axel smirks, satisfied with your answer as he releases you from his grasp. "Good girl," he whispers before stepping away to take his seat, making sure everyone in the classroom is still focused on their lessons and not on him or you. His eyes never leave your body though, constantly monitoring your every move, waiting for an opportunity to reclaim what's rightfully his...

Axel's scarlet eyes trail hungrily over her slim figure, taking in the way the sun kisses her pale skin, making it glow like molten gold. His fangs ache with desire as he watches her, and he can barely contain his need any longer. He steps closer, the warm sand squishing between his feet. "I told you I'd claim you here," he growls, reaching out to cup her cheek in his hand.

"Fine," he snarls, his fangs lengthening as he pins her against the nearby palm tree. "But understand this; you belong to me now. And I will have what is mine, whether it's during the day or at night." His free hand slips beneath her clothes, roughly groping her breast through her bra before tearing it away in a swift movement. Her nipple hardens instantly from the cold air and his rough touch. "And if anyone tries to interfere..."

His answering growl vibrates through you as he continues to thrust roughly, relentlessly. His fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises that sting and ache in their wake. "Tell me," he demands, his voice edged with command and possession. "Say it."

You feel the words forming on your lips before you can even think about resisting them: "I'm yours..."

The word comes out like a broken cry from Celia's mouth, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Axel groans deeply, slamming inside of Celia one last time and holding himself there as she spasms around him.

When the intense orgasm finally ends, Celia goes limp in the passenger seat while Ace drives off towards home. The sexual tension is still thick between them, not having been fully discharged yet. As soon as they arrive back at the house, he drags Celia inside by her arm without so much as a backwards glance, kicking open the door and pinning her to the wall.