“Mark me?” I whispered breathlessly, the whisper turning into a moan as Axel slammed into me, grunting. “Claim me?” 

“Yes,” he breathed as he released my hands, running his hand through my body down to my leg. He caressed my leg before he raised it, bending it in half, while he leaned down, his chest resting on mine. “Yes, Rosette. A thousand fucking yes.” 

“What does that mean, Axel?” I asked softly, my nails raking through his back, my eyes fixed on his. ...