'I Do' For Revenge Chapter 236: I love You

~LAYLA~

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I love you too, Axel. So much."

He stayed still for a few seconds before slowly pulling out and pushing back inside .

"God, you’re tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched as he held still for another mont, letting us both adjust to the intrusion. "You feel so good, Layla."

"Axel..." I moaned, taking a few breaths. "Move. Please."

He began to move, withdrawing almost all the way out before slamming back in. The friction was incredible. My pussy squeezed around his thick shaft, milking him with every stroke.

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the room, drowning out everything else.

"Take it," he snarled, pounding into harder, faster. "Take all of , my love."

"I am... I am taking it," I sobbed, digging my nails into his shoulders.

We moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm. He was hitting my cervix, hitting all the right spots, making see stars. It wasn’t just sex; it was a claiming. He was marking , inside and out.

"Look at ," he whispered.

I opened my eyes, dark and hazy with pleasure. "I see you. I see only you."

"Don’t look away," he said, increasing the pace, his grip on my hips tightening. "I want to watch you co undone again. For ."

I gasped, feeling the tension coiling tight in my belly again. "Axel, I’m close. I’m going to..."

"Do it," he commanded, his pace increasing to a brutal speed. "Co all over . Squeeze ."

"Axel!"

I fell over the edge for the second ti, my inner muscles spasming violently around his hard length. The sensation was too much, too good.

Feeling my release triggered his own. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest. He buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he pumped his seed deep inside .

"Layla..." he groaned into my neck, holding tight as he emptied himself.

We collapsed onto the mattress, limbs tangled, chests heaving. I could feel him twitching inside , still hard, still filling up.

We lay there for a long ti, the sweat cooling on our skin. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, feeling a profound sense of peace settling over .

"Axel?" I whispered after a while.

"Hmm?" he mumbled against my neck.

"Did you an it?"

He lifted his head, propping himself up on one elbow. He slipped out of slowly, and the loss of friction left feeling empty and cold. "an what?"

"About the brownstone," I said, tracing a line down his sweaty chest. "About... the kids running in the hallway."

He went still. He grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers. "I don’t say things I don’t an, Layla. Not anymore."

"But... with everything happening," I said. "Is it fair to even think about that?"

"That’s exactly why we have to," he said firmly. "I bought that house because I refuse to let Charles win. When this war is over, I want to fill that house with life. With you. And yes... eventually, I want to hear little footsteps running down the hall."

I bit my lip, my heart swelling. "I want that too."

"Then we’ll have it," he stated with absolute certainty. "But first..."

"First we have to deal with Charles," I finished.

"No," he corrected, a smirk tugging at his mouth as his eyes dropped to my body again. "First, I think I have a little more energy left."

I laughed, surprised. "Axel! Again?"

"It’s your birthday," he reminded , rolling onto his back and pulling on top of him. I could feel him hardening against my stomach already. "And I’m not done with you yet."

I straddled his hips, my hair falling around us like a curtain. I could already feel his length pressing against my wet entrance, and I looked down at him with a mischievous glint. "You’re insatiable."

"Only for you," he promised, his hands gripping my hips to guide down onto him. "Now ride , Mrs. O’Brien. Show who’s boss."

I sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch, gasping as he filled up completely once more. "Just for you," I whispered.

"Axel?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," I said, my expression turning serious again.

"For the sex?" he teased.

I hit his chest lightly. "No. Well, yes, that too. But... thank you for the truth. For telling you love . I needed to hear it."

He looked at , and for a split second, a flicker of sothing—guilt? Pain?—crossed his eyes, but it vanished before I could catch it.

"I’ll tell you every day," he vowed. "Until you get sick of hearing it."

"Try ," I challenged.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled. "Again."

"I love you."

"Again."

He pulled down for a kiss, pouring every ounce of emotion he had into it. "I love you, Layla. More than my company. More than my revenge. More than my own life."

I rested my forehead against his. "Okay. I believe you."

"Good," he said, flipping us over so he was hovering above again. "Now, let’s stop talking. You have a birthday present to enjoy."

"I thought I already enjoyed it," I laughed.

"That was just part one," he said, moving to kiss the sensitive spot behind my ear. "The night is still young, Mrs. O’Brien."

"Show off," I murmured as I started moving. "Now let’s see who’s going to make the other fall apart first."

His eyes widened for a split second. "Is that a challenge I hear?"

"Do you want to make it a challenge?" I asked as my fingers circled his nipples before giving a tiny pinch.

Axel’s grin turned predatory. "Careful, wife," he warned in a rough, needy voice. He bucked his hips, driving so deep I gasped from the overwhelming sensation. "I play to win."

I leaned down, brushing my lips against his. "Then show ," I whispered.

And for the rest of the night, he did.