“Should we wake them?” I ask hesitantly, my hand lingering on the doorknob.
Aksel shakes his head, his eyes filled with concern. “No, let them rest. We can tell them in the morning.”
“Right,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat.
My eyes flicker to his heterochromatic ones, brown and light blue mixing together in a mesmerizing dance. His tawny hair falls perfectly around his face, the stubble adding to his rugged charm.
Before I know it, Aksel’s lips are on mine, claiming me with an urgency that sends shivers down my spine. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me.
As our tongues dance together. Aksel’s dominant nature takes over quickly. He backs me up against the wall, his strong hands gripping my hips as he presses himself against me. I can feel every inch of him, the heat of his desire burning into my skin.
“Tell me you want this, Anna,” Aksel demands, his voice rough and filled with lust. “Tell me you want me to take control and make you mine.”
My body trembles as I look into his eyes, seeing the hunger that mirrors my own. I can’t deny what I feel for him, even if it scares me. “I want it,” I admit, my voice barely audible. “I want you.”
“Good,” Aksel growls, his lips crashing against mine once more as we lose ourselves in each other’s touch.
Aksel’s lips leave mine, trailing a line of searing kisses down my neck, eliciting shivers that race through me. His strong hands deftly unbutton my blouse and slide it off my shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his desire pressing against me.
Aksel offers a reassuring smile before his lips descend to the curve of my breast, nipping gently at my sensitive flesh making me gasp.
As if encouraged, Aksel’s mouth travels lower, his tongue tracing tantalizing patterns across my stomach while his fingers deftly remove my clothes. My body trembles beneath his touch, anticipation building with each teasing stroke.
“Spread your legs for me, Anna,” Aksel commands, his deep voice echoing in my ears. I comply without hesitation, desperate for more of his intoxicating touch.
I watch as he lowers himself between my thighs, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Aksel’s warm breath fans over my pussy, causing me to squirm in anticipation. Then, without warning, his tongue delves into my wetness, tasting me as if I’m the most exquisite delicacy.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Aksel murmurs, his words sending vibrations through my core. He laps at me eagerly, his tongue teasing my clit and slipping inside my folds, driving me wild with pleasure.
“Please, Aksel,” I beg, my hands tangling in his tawny hair, pulling him closer. He chuckles softly against my sensitive flesh, sending shivers up my spine.
“Patience, Willson,” he murmurs before returning to his task, his tongue swirling around my clit with agonizing slowness. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to spill forth, but it’s a futile effort.
His hand finds its way between us and he pushes two fingers inside my slick heat. I cry out, my back arching off the wall. He smirks wickedly before pressing his lips back to my clit and adding another finger, stretching me slowly.
“I love controlling your pleasure like this. I can feel how close you are to coming,” he murmurs, his voice more drugging than an aphrodisiac. His thumb teases my clit while his fingers move in and out of me in a rhythm that has me seeing stars. “But, you aren’t coming around anything but my cock today.”
I groan as he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me desperate to finish.
He strips, revealing every perfect inch of his body to me.
I want to make him feel like this. I reach for Aksel’s straining erection, but as my fingers wrap around his length, he grabs my wrist, pulling away from me with a growl.
“Not today,” he says, his voice dark and commanding. “I want you completely at my mercy.”
With a flick of his hand, his darkness holds me up against the wall wide open, pinning my wrists above my head with an invisible force. My breathing quickens as I find myself in a submissive position, completely under Aksel’s control. The mixture of anticipation and excitement thrums through my veins, making me feel more alive than ever before.
“Trust me,” Aksel whispers, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. And in that moment, I realize that despite the darkness within him, I do trust him - utterly and completely.
“I trust you,” I confirm, my voice barely audible.
His lips press against mine with a burning intensity that leaves me breathless. As we break apart, Aksel gazes into my eyes, the raw need in his causing a shiver to run down my spine.
As he moves back up to capture my lips once more, I can feel his hard length pressing against my entrance. He teases me with it for a moment, the anticipation building until I can hardly stand it any longer.
“Please, Aksel,” I beg, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice. “I need you inside me.”
“Tell me how much you want it,” he growls, his eyes dark and dangerous as they bore into mine. “Beg me for it, Anna.”
