Although he didn't flinch, Axe was certain the next thing coming to him was a slap. Or a headbutt, given how she seized his front. After all, how long had he known Therese Bonaccord? He even figured he deserved as much, for purposefully violating her highly coveted personal space. So when he felt no immediate pain, aside from an initial pinch of the lower lip, he had to take a moment to genuinely consider if the world was ending in some way. Just until he realized, of course, that it was actually her mouth pressed against his.
He didn't want to say he attacked her, as that sounded very bad, but it could not be denied that his reaction after that was instantaneous and driven. Axe had said utter satisfaction, had he not? Anything short of that would simply be false advertising. One hand cupped her jaw, the other slid around her waist, tightening as he walked her back the few steps to the alley wall, until it was all that cushioned her from the brick.
As he fisted his hand in her hair, he pulled back with one last bite to her lip. Tugging his hand gently, he angled her head to expose the slender neck, kissing along her jaw, down to the thrumming pulse of her throat. Nipping at the lobe, he leaned just an inch away and chuckled. "We are a bit early for this, no?"
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