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Isabelle paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with thoughts of Axel and the meaning behind his wallpaper. She had dashed out of the room earlier, afraid to let herself hope for something more.

But now, as she stood there, she couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way. Did he have feelings for her, too? The uncertainty gnawed at her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of longing mixed with fear.

As she turned around, lost in her thoughts, the door unexpectedly swung open, and Axel walked in. Isabelle's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest.

The way his eyes were hooded, and his confident stride as he approached her, it was as if he were a hunter closing in on his prey. She couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as she stuttered out, "You didn't... knock."

Axel's gaze softened as he looked at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I didn't think I needed to," he replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I could sense your restlessness from outside the door."

Isabelle's heart skipped a beat at his words. Could he really sense her emotions? Did he feel some kind of connection with her? Like she felt for him?

Her mind raced with questions, but she couldn't find the courage to voice them. Instead, she looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt.

She took a step back with every step he took towards her. "You should have knocked, Axel. What if I were in my raw state?"

"I don't care," He kept walking in her direction, not taking his eyes off her for a second.

"W-what do you want?" Her chest heaved from her heavy breathing.

"You," he replied shortly.

"W-what?" Isabelle stuttered, thinking she had misheard. She took one more step backwards, and then she was backed up against the wall and Axel.

Axel took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "Isabelle," he said gently, his voice filled with warmth, "… I couldn't help but wonder why.”

“Why what?” she inquired.

“Why did you run out after seeing my wallpaper?"

Isabelle's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and trepidation. "I... I didn't want to get my hopes up," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want to assume anything."

"Assume what?" He asked.

Isabelle shook her head from left to right, refusing to tell him.

"Tell me, Isabelle."

She sighed defeatedly, "I didn't want to assume that you felt the same way!"

She looked away briefly and then looked back at Axel because he had been quiet for way too long, only to find his eyes on her.

Axel reached out, gently lifting her chin with his finger, causing her to meet his gaze. "Isabelle, you don't need to be afraid," he said softly. "The truth is, I've had that wallpaper for as long as I've been into you. And you remember how long that is... it's a symbol of my feelings for you."

Isabelle's heart soared at his words, and surprise spread across her face. All her doubts and fears seemed to start melting away one after the other at that moment. She looked into his eyes, their bodies only mere inches apart. Their noses almost touched, her voice filled with newfound confidence. "I don't know what to say..."

In all honesty, she had a lot to say and ask. But she couldn't think or form the right words with his body pressed up against hers. Especially now that she had seen him naked, though briefly. Her mind was filled with those lewd thoughts again.

"I want to kiss you so badly," Axel whispered in her ear. His hot breath fanned her cheeks.

Unconsciously, her tongue darted out and wetted her lower lip, "Then do it." She pleaded breathily.

Axel didn't need any more confirmation before he closed the distance and joined his lips with hers.

Soon enough, Isabelle and Axel are immersed in a kiss. Their hands and tongues were moving everywhere.

Next, Axel's hands naughtily wandered below, and stopped just above her waist, using them to pull her closer to him, pressing her breast against his chest.

Isabelle couldn't help but moan when he gently grabbed and caressed her nape with his hand. "Fuck," Axel groaned against their kiss. "We need to stop, baby." He groaned against her lips as he tried to gather the strength to pull away from her.

Isabelle shook her head; she had dreamed about this for too long. She didn't want it to end so soon. "Take me to bed, please." She whimpered, their foreheads pressing against each other. She lifted her head to look into his eyes and stepped very close to him, so her breasts poked his chest.

"Are you sure?" Axel asked.

"Yes, please, Axel." She pleaded.

She drew her finger across his cheek and brushed some hair out of his face. After pulling him closer, she pressed her lips to his. “I want you, Axel,” she said.

His fingers curled into her hips, and he pressed his lips harder to hers. He picked her up in the air, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked with her toward the bed, laid one hand on the back of her head, and rested her on the bed, placing needy kisses down her neck. She ran her hands over his body, tugging his shirt over his head and kicking off his pants.

She immediately discarded her clothes, too, leaving her gorgeous body bare and exposed to him.

He crawled between her parted legs and held them apart, dipping his head into her stomach and kissing just below her navel.

Down her body, up her thighs, he placed a hot kiss right on her pussy. Lying between her legs, he interlocked her fingers with his and started to eat her out.

Her back arched, and she grasped his fingers tighter. Pleasure pulsed through her body, and her legs slowly started to tremble.

She moaned out and felt his face drop even lower at her entrance, his tongue working its magic, as she had always imagined. Tears welled up in her eyes, the strong urge to cry out all her feelings washing over her, but she held it back. The pleasure was so surreal.