Hearing Therese breathless brought a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and he chuckled at her quip. Never mind that he too was a little hard of breath, of course, but Axe was exceptionally pleased with himself. After working one particularly entrancing spot beneath her jaw, he admired his handiwork and looked at her, still grinning. "What do you say, ma chére?" He paused as he moved to her mouth and whispered "Satisfied?" Pressing his lips to hers before she could answer.
He did not know what he was doing. He did not know what they were doing, but she was willing, which was already more than he thought she'd be. Trusting her to stop when she wanted them to, he pressed himself even closer, deepening the kiss. His stroked down her back lightly until daring to drop even further and squeeze. A corner of Axe's mouth quirked up before he could even comprehend it, which in turn made him smile against her mouth harder still, strongly believing if the action hadn't garnered him a slap, that would. Perhaps he could distract her, though, and busied himself with the task.
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