Chapter 315: _ Letting It Out
He wouldn’t stop raining his confessions on me while my mouth moved from his cap all the way down, and then back up again.
"Argh, María José. How did you get so good at it?" He groaned out, arousal thickening his voice.
I laughed, grabbing his balls. "How can I not when I have you for a husband?"
In reciprocation, he fisted my hair and began to guide my mouth slowly until my lips closed in on his length and then spewed it back out.
He pushed me gently onto the bed before he could release, crawling over me. His lips kissed down the valley between my breasts, across my ribs, my stomach — worshipping instead of rushing.
He wasn’t trying to own me. He was trying to come home.
Every time our bodies moved together, it felt like an apology. Like forgiveness wrapped in heat and breath and the silk of skin on skin.
He slid my panties down slowly, his fingers tracing my thighs with maddening slowness. I was already trembling — half from need, half from the emotion lodged in my chest like a stone.
"Axel," I whispered, breathless. "Please..."
He kissed me again, deeper and deeper, one hand gripping my hip as his body aligned with mine. But then he stopped.
"I’m scared," he admitted, voice raw against my mouth.
D-did Axel just confess to being scared?
I blinked up at him. "Of what?"
"That this doesn’t fix it. That we go back to silence again."
Aw... to hear this come from him. My eyes instantly glossed up.
I reached up and cupped his face. "Then don’t let it. Stay. Talk to me. Keep choosing me."
He looked like he might break.
And then, he entered me with a long sigh. My breath paused for a moment and both our eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. Full. Familiar. Devastatingly perfect.
We moved together like music only we could hear. Moans escaped me before I could stop them as Axel thrust in and out of me, penetrating deeper and hitting spots he never had before.
He swallowed my moans all in kisses, in gritted whispers of my name. His pace was, intentional, and almost punishing in how much it didn’t rush. This wasn’t about release. This was about remembering. Remembering how we used to fit. How we used to love.
How we still could.
His forehead rested on mine, sweat slick on both our skin. "I love you," he whispered. "Even when I’m cold. Even when I’m distant. I never stopped."
Tears pricked my eyes again, but this time, they were softer.
"I love you too," I whispered back. "Even when you’re too difficult."
He laughed softly — that old Axel laugh I hadn’t heard in too long... and the sound made my chest ache in the best way.
And then, his body pressed deeper into mine, moving with a tempo that wasn’t rushed. The way he thrust into me was like a silent prayer, every kiss a plea for something neither of us had the words to ask for.
I arched into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, needing more—all of him. His name left my mouth in broken syllables, and I wasn’t sure anymore if I was begging him to keep going or never stop.
"Axel..." I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts grew deeper and more desperate.
He groaned into my neck, sweat slipping down his temple. "You feel like home."
That word again. Home.
I lifted my hips to meet his movements, pleasure sparking like fire under my skin. It was overwhelming, how my body remembered him. How every part of me welcomed him like he had never left.
He moved inside me with powerful strokes, grinding against the spot that made me shatter every single time. My back arched sharply off the bed. A cry escaped me as pleasure knotted low in my belly, coiling, rising...
"Oh—Axel, I’m..." My words broke apart, replaced by a gasp as my orgasm hit me full force.
I trembled around him, thighs shaking, vision blinking white as I clung to him like my body couldn’t stand the release on its own.
He grunted at the feel of me clenching around him, hips stuttering. "Fuck... María José..."
One more thrust. Two. Then he released with a ragged moan, his body tensing above me before softening entirely, melting into mine. He collapsed gently, careful not to crush me, our chests pressed together, breath mixing, skin damp with sweat.
We lay there for a moment... in silence. It wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. Just... still.
He brushed his lips against my shoulder, still buried inside me. "I didn’t mean to hold it in this long."
I blinked up at the ceiling, my heart still fluttering. "Then say it now."
A moment passed. He took a deep inhale...then, an exhale.
"I saw something... more than once."
I frowned, turning to meet his gaze. "What do you mean?"
"The first time was before we got married." His voice was quiet. "You were in bed with Ignacio."
My lips pressed together. That. Again. It was my most shameful memory. Even though I hadn’t let Ignacio in my bed intending to lose my virginity to him, he still dared to take it.
Yet, somehow, I don’t have a single memory of it. The most heartbreaking part of my life wasn’t even when I lost my mother or when Don Diego and his daughters made my life a living hell.
It was this. When one of the things that kept me sacred and dignified in the eyes of my husband was taken without my approval.
"I thought we talked about that," I whispered, tightening the sheet around me as I blinked back tears. "You said you understood. That I was vulnerable. That Ignacio probably took advantage of me."
He nodded slowly. "I did say that. And I meant it at the time. But it still stuck, María José. Not because I don’t believe you—but because I hate that the memory exists. I hate that he touched you when I should have been the one protecting you."
I exhaled, softening. "Axel..."
He shook his head, like he needed to get the second part out or he’d never breathe right again.
"The second time..." His voice weaned.