AXEL 

“Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness, my darling?” I asked, my voice low, rough as her hand slipped under my shirt, roaming and touching. 

“Yes,” she answered in a breath, her eyes lowered, her lips parted. “But you getting on your knees would be too boring, don't you think?” 

Her hand moved to my chest, feeling it before her finger circles around my nipple. 

“Then what other way should I beg for her majesty’s forgiveness?” 

She ...