In a world of deceit and harshness, she tries to survive.
But when Axel is involved , survival doesn't exist.
Highest Rankings -
#2 in Seniors
#7 in Axel
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Either I'm hallucinating or someone is trying to cut off my oxygen.
And I truly believe it's the latter.
My face is shoved into something very warm and hard, my waist is being squeezed too tightly and my legs feel heavy like an anvil has been sleeping on me the entire night.
It took me some time to realize it's Axel who is trying to suffocate me in his sleep.
I try to wiggle out of his deadly grip but he just squeezes me tighter if that's even possible.
"I can't breathe." My words are muffled and I think he's still asleep.
"You're being dramatic, Amora," he mumbles.
His morning voice is deadly. Like orgasm deadly.
I swear God took his time making him. How does his voice not sound terrible when he wakes up? I'm jealous.
I try to wiggle out again but it's literally useless. I'm convinced he lifts every day. I need his workout routine.
"Yeah, because me slowly dying is being dramatic," I say. And I wish he could see me rolling my eyes.
He shifts a little so I can take my head out from under his chest.
Well shit. If I knew I was there, I would've stayed..
I take a deep breath— now I'm being dramatic. "Thank you so much. I swear I could bre-"
He grabs me by my hair and sticks my face back where it was before. Under his rock hard chest.
I mean I'm not technically complaining but I am because I'm sure I'm running out of what little oxygen I have left.
"Axel?"
"No."
"Axel."
"No."
"Delilah?" I ask with less attitude.
"Yes," he mumbles. And I swear he's still half asleep because his breaths are slow and shallow.
I knew he liked his little nickname.
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"No."
"I'm going to bleed on the sheets, Axel."
"No, I'm comfortable," he mumbles.
I'm smiling so hard my face cheeks hurt.
"But blood. You don't like blood." He stiffens and I struggle to contain my laughter which makes me lose more oxygen.
He pulls me up and I cover my mouth pretending to gasp for air. He scrunches his nose up when my eyes meet his.
