Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

"I love every part of you... It's just... Just..." Axel gulped hard, his throat dry, his thoughts a tangled mess. His heart pounded in his chest, words eluding him as he stared at Trisha, her gaze piercing through him. He opened his mouth again, determined to speak, but before any sound could escape, a familiar, unwelcome presence materialized before him.

Velerium's manifestation loomed, its twisted figure sneering as it whispered into his mind.

"Say your heart out, my lord," Velerium hissed with a smirk, inching closer. "Kiss her and enjoy the moment. It won't hurt to indulge her... She needs you to fuck her."

Axel's face tightened, his brows furrowing as his gaze flickered between the beautiful woman before him and the vile apparition. His jaw clenched, trying to focus on Trisha, on her soft expression, on the vulnerability she rarely showed, but Velerium blocked his view, its figure leering at him.

'Shut up, Velerium!' Axel growled inwardly, trying to force the spirit's voice out of his head, but it persisted like an itch he couldn't scratch. The spirit continued in a mocking tone.

"I'm just giving you advice, my lord. Take it from someone who's lived long enough to know. I've ushered many souls to the underworld, and I can tell when a woman needs—"

"I said get out of my head!" Axel's voice rose in a sharp yell, his patience fraying. His face flushed with anger, the words spilling out before he could control them.

Velerium hissed, its voice fading as it retreated into the shadows of Axel's mind, but the damage was done.

Silence fell between him and Trisha. Axel froze, his mind reeling. His heart sank when he saw the hurt on her face, her lips trembling, her eyes wide with shock. It hit him like a punch—he hadn't just yelled at Velerium, had he? No, it was Trisha standing before him, and to her, he had shouted at her.

Tears welled up in Trisha's eyes, the proud, mighty S-rank hunter now trembling as she turned away from him, her bare form shivering in the dim light of the room. She quickly grabbed a blanket draped over the wardrobe and wrapped it around her body, shielding herself from him as she walked to the window, her back facing Axel.

'What have I done?' Axel thought, his throat tightening as he sat there on the bed, paralyzed by the weight of the moment. His fists clenched at his sides. 'No... I can't lose her, not like this. Damn that Velerium... I have to fix this.

I have to man up.'

He took a deep breath, pushing aside the storm of thoughts crashing in his mind. Slowly, Axel rose from the bed, his bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. Each step felt heavier than the last as he approached her, stopping two feet behind her, his heart in his throat.

"I'm sorry for what I did," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for yelling at—"

"Leave me alone, bastard!" Trisha cut him off, her voice sharp with a mixture of sadness and fury. She didn't turn to face him, but the pain in her words hit Axel like a blade.

Axel's mind went blank for a moment. He stood there, rooted to the spot, not knowing what to say or do. Her rejection stung, a harsh echo of memories from his past. He could remember the way his father had belittled him when he was younger, the way those same words had been thrown at him, leaving deep scars.

"You are a nuisance, idiot! Get out of my head!"

The voice of his father rang in his ears, cold and unforgiving, just like the words he had yelled at Velerium... and now, Trisha had heard them.

Axel shook his head, trying to push the memories away. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't let this moment define their relationship, he couldn't let Velerium or the past take over. He stepped closer to her, removing his shirt and tossing it aside, standing bare-chested, vulnerable before her.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently into his embrace. The heat of her body against his sent a wave of warmth through him. At first, she tensed, her body stiff against his touch, but slowly, after a moment of struggling, she relaxed, leaning into him.

"I'm sorry," Axel whispered, his voice soft and sincere as he rested his head against hers. "I had a nightmare about my father... I didn't know what I was saying. I wasn't yelling at you, I swear, I just—"

Before he could finish, Trisha turned in his arms, her tear-streaked face now inches from his. Her eyes, still glistening with tears, met his, and for a moment, Axel felt the weight of her emotions. Her pain, her confusion, and perhaps... her need for something more than words.

"Axel..." she whispered, her voice fragile, as though she was afraid to say what she was feeling. "Can you... I don't know..."

Her head dropped in shame, but Axel wouldn't let her hide. He gently lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her gaze back to his. Their eyes locked, and without a second thought, Axel leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

The kiss deepened as Trisha responded, her hands finding their way around his neck, pulling him closer. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them in that intimate moment. Axel's heart raced, his senses filled with her warmth, her scent, her soft skin against his.

He let his hand trail down from her chin, gently tugging at the blanket that clung to her body. It slipped off her shoulders, revealing her bare form beneath. Axel's hand found her breast, his fingers teasing the soft skin as Trisha let out a low, breathless moan, her body pressing closer to his.

Her hands moved down, slipping inside the waistband of his trousers. The feel of her touch sent a surge of energy coursing through him. He pulled away from her lips, his breath hot against her ear.

"I love you, Trisha," Axel whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I won't give you up for anything. I want to be with you... to make a family with you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him, her expression softening, filled with a mixture of longing and affection. She reached for his hand that still rested on her breast, guiding him gently toward the bed.

They moved together, Trisha lying down first, her body glowing in the soft light, every inch of her exposed to him. She slipped off the last piece of clothing, her panties falling to the floor as her face turned crimson with a mixture of shyness and desire.

Axel's eyes drank in the sight of her, the curves of her body, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. He felt a primal urge stir within him, a fire that could no longer be contained. He quickly shed his trousers, and when Trisha's gaze flicked down, her eyes widened with a glimmer of lust.

"Axel..." she whispered, her voice breathless. "Please... fuck me."

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