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My eyes fall to Axle and a new kind of warmth ignites in me, a knot of emotion deep in my center. Another thing to feel guilty for, but if that’s true, then he’s my guilty pleasure. He walks up to me and my body thrums in anticipation of being close to him. I wonder if it will ever cease to amaze me; my body’s innate desire for him.
“Where were you just now?” he asks, bringing a hand up to my face. I lean into his palm. I’ve noticed how he seems to love to touch and caress my face. Somehow that feels more sexual and intimate than anything else I can imagine.
“I was…just thinking about memories better left in the past,” I reply honestly, leaving the obvious hint in my voice that I don’t want to talk about it. He raises an eyebrow at me but seems to see the desperation in my eyes. Not now. I can’t talk about that stuff. Not with him.
“I suppose I’ll have to distract you then,” he says on a smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his chest. The sudden movement combined with his lips immediately finding mine leave me dizzy and when he releases me, I sway a little. Anticipation for more courses through my body, and all it takes is one look at the hard length straining to break free in his pants and I’m lost to the desire.
His hands find my face once more, quickly falling to the zipper of my hoodie and dropping it to the ground. My hands fall to his pants and I fumble for a minute with the strings until he reaches down to help me. I quickly pull them down, freeing his glorious cock from its confines.
He looks like a god standing there over me, the glint in his eyes drowning out everything but him. I am his. He is mine.
I look down at his cock and lick my lips. I’ve never done this before, but I am quickly finding myself enthralled by things which once appalled me. Pulling off my shirt, but not bothering with my wraps yet, I kneel and take his waiting erection in my hand. He hisses at my touch and I tentatively squeeze down lightly, bringing my hand up and down. When I lean my mouth down and gently press my lips to the tip, the resulting groan from above me gives me a rush of warmth and power. Power over this man I can make him feel this way.
With confidence, I wrap my mouth around him carefully, licking circles as I try to take him down. He’s wide and my jaw starts to ache almost immediately, but I push through, bringing my hand up to make the difference.
For a few minutes I get into a rhythm, intent only on him in my mouth I hardly notice the sounds of pleasure above me. His masculine smell fills my senses. I feel him begin to tighten around me right before a rough hand grabs my hair, pulling me back to look up at him. The look in his eyes is hungry and I feel a flood of warmth between my thighs.
“Up,” he demands hoarsely, and I can tell he’s trying to regain control.
My lady bits have revolted and don’t mind one bit as I scramble to my feet. His mouth finds mine again and he doesn’t seem to have any problem with his taste on my lips. This kiss is demanding, almost angry. When he pulls away and pulls out his knife, I feel a flicker of fear. He seems to sense this as he gives me a cocky smirk, keeping his eyes on mine as he brings the knife up between us until its pressed flat against me.
“Unless you can undo these in less than five seconds, I am going to cut these off you in two,” he says on a whisper, his voice rugged yet somehow smooth. Before I can object, he brings the sharp blade up and rips through my wraps.
I gasp and move to cover myself on reflex, turning to glare at him. I don’t have a chance to scold him from effectively ruining my disguise before he steps up and kneels in front of me.
My mouth drops as I look down to him, totally thrown off. His eyes smile at me as he reaches out, pulling the drawstring on my pants so they pool at my ankles. I flush deeply when I see his nostrils flare.
“Ma princessee,” he whispers in a perfect French accent and my heart skips a beat. Bringing my hand up to his face, I lean down and reward him with sincerity and tenderness. His arms wrap around my waist and he squeezes a bit tighter, breaking away to look up at me with a grin. He stands, pulling me up around my waist. I let off the tiniest of shrieks when he lifts me, wrapping my arms around his neck. His throbbing length is pressed between us, still warm and wet from my mouth.
Bringing me to the bed, he kneels and slides right into me, making me moan. I slide my hand down to his firm ass, squeezing and pulling him deeper into me. He’s so big it still hurts, but when he begins to move, I’m lost in a sea of sensation and pleasure.
“All mine,” he says through gritted teeth and I gasp.
“Yours.”
The wild and predatory scent of him fills my nose and I rake my nails down his arms, unable to keep the building pressure inside of me. When his hand reaches down between us and begins circling my aching clit it’s too much. His hand finds my mouth before I cry out and instead, I bite down hard, tasting blood. I explode around him at the same moment my teeth sink into him and despite his efforts, he cries out loudly as he loses himself in my orgasm.
His hand finds my face as we both breathe heavily, I’m sure smearing blood along my cheek. The look of tenderness he gives me breaks my heart. How did I live for so long without touch? Without love? I don’t know how I ever survived withouthim. That’s when I realize the answer.
I was surviving, not living.
And in Axle’s arms, I finally feel alive.
I know I can’t stay here. There’s no way I can survive long term in The Tomb. But perhaps, he would come with me. I bring his head down to my chest, holding him to my heart. Maybe this can work.
Twenty Four
Axle
Lying here in post-coital bliss with this woman is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. All of the anger I’ve felt my whole life just doesn’t seem important here. When she brings my head to her chest and begins running her fingers through my hair, I’m certain I’ve never been happier. Since I was a child, I never even knew I could be.
“Mmmm,” I say, rubbing my head against her happily and making her giggle. “That feels nice.”
“I like making you feel nice,” she replies softly. I sit up on my elbows and look down at her with a small smile.
“The feeling is entirely mutual,liebling.” I tell her as I stand. “That means you’re my favorite.” I tell her before she can ask, winking at her and getting another giggle. My dick begins to come to life again against my leg and I look down with a frown, pointing an accusing finger at her.
“Enough of the giggles, he needs a few minutes.” She of course obliges me with another, and I can’t keep the smile from my face. My cheeks are going to start hurting soon if I don’t stop smiling around this woman.
