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“You seem tense, beloved.” His eyes lower to my lips. “How about a shoulder rub?”
I would actually love that and I’m eager for us to touch, so I nod and stand up, while he shamelessly checks out my backside. He leads me down the halls and his energy is silent and brooding. Impatient. Opening up a door, he puts his hand on my lower back and moves me over the threshold and my heart starts thrashing.
This is his room. There’s a canopy bed and the sheets are silky red. Nervous, I bite my lip and glance at him and he firmly closes the door. My lower belly part flutters because I’ve already seen him bare chested since he so barbarically ripped his shirt off but its different when seeing a bare chested male out in public, compared to seeing him in private.
It’s more intimate and I’m about as relaxed as a statue when he walks over to his bed and rasps, “These are nice sheets.” His eyes warm. “I wanna see how your hair looks flared out on them.” He reaches his hand, beckoning for me to come closer and I do. “Sit down,” he adds and I sit on the edge.
Axwell moves behind me and I feel the mattress dip. My eyes flutter when he puts his hands on my shoulders but he gives them a squeeze so hard I yelp, “Ouch!”
“Fuck,” he curses. “Was I too rough?” He mutters in frustration, “Forgive me. I’m too used to my own strength.”
“Just a little more gently,” I urge and he complies. At first, he’s still a little too brusque but then he gets the hang of it and starts going slower and deeper. I moan when he loosens up all the knots and I think of everything that’s transpired. This morning I was about to be attacked, then a mad mobster saved me and declared me as his while looking at me with the most consuming eyes I’ve ever seen. And now I’m in his mansion that reminds me of something straight out of movie, while getting shoulder rubbed by him as if this is a normal end to a day.
So much has happened and we’ve gone through so many emotions together that it feels like I’ve known Axwell for years rather than hours. Though, I still haven’t told him the whole truth and nervousness floods me when I wonder what will happened when he finds out. Will he be furious, think I’ve deceived him?
But I haven’t deceived him! My feelings for him are real and that won’t change. Nothing can change that and I feel a wave of unease when I grasp that I’ll hang onto him even if he pushes me away. Realizing how helpless I am in my emotions to him is terrifying. I shudder, whispering,
“Don’t ever let me go, Axe. No matter what.”
“Hm, what did you say, beloved?” Axwell rasps and I figure he really didn’t hear me and I flush. Maybe it’s for the better he didn’t hear me. “Do you need me to change the pressure? Harder or softer?”
“Softer,” I breathe, trying not to moan too loud when he moves to massage me with his mouth. He leaves feather light kisses all over my neck and shoulders and I feel something stirring within, warm energy rising from my gut to my skull and it makes it prickle. And I gasp when he hooks his fingers underneath the straps of my top and drags the fabric down my shoulders...
6.
Axwell
If someone had told me a year ago this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have believed them. My body isn’t just mine anymore. It’s hers with all its power and with all of its forceful uses. All the hard parts are hers. But so are the soft ones.
I grind my jaw, forcing myself to slow down to make this as pleasurable for her as possible. She fidgets when I slide the top down, exposing her in her little lace bra. White cups of something innocent and pure, safekeeping a pair of lush breasts that just about spill out over the edge. I kiss my way down her spine and she moves under the pressure of my mouth, her nails digging into my sheets, the smell of her skin turning warm and a scent of passion fills the air.
In my bed she’s unprotected, a girl whose killer curves are about to be ravaged by a killer and my chest floods with triumph. Clasping her mouth, I kiss her like I own her, everything to avoid her getting any ideas about this not being serious, about her not being inked in my veins for life because she is inked in me. That red ink of hers mingles in my system until I’m drunk on her very own, private-blended concoction.
“You make me wanna weep, beloved,” I rasp and she shudders. “How the fuck is something as beautiful as you even allowed to exist?” Her back arches, supple and graceful and I’m too debase for her, too rough but she bends her head back as if trying to show me she wants this when my hands go to her shorts.
I take them off and she’s wearing an iridescent thong with little bows on the sides and I want to slice them apart. She’s half naked and it feels like I’ve dipped my hand into a chocolate box, about to unwrap a cherry filled praline. Yale’s going to burst in my mouth and I’ll burst in her. She turns to look at me, her mouth turning rosier and rosier by the second.
“Axe, I haven’t had a chance to wash up,” she whispers, seemingly embarrassed. “I’ve had these underwear and these clothes all day and...” She trails off when I shake my head, burying my face in her top and her shorts and I inhale like a fanatic.
“You’re already too clean,” I say. “Get any cleaner and I’ll feel too dirty to touch you.” She bites her lip when my fingers move to her bra strap and I unclasp it. The most perfect tits tumble out, creamy cushions with mauve colored tips and I groan, growling and I grab them in my palms, causing her to pant. Her hips lift off the mattress, her body turning greedy and I growl, “Take that little thong off.” Yale’s hands fly to the bows and I bite out, “Slowly. Draw it out, tease your male.”
Tease me because if she goes too fast, I’ll pounce on her and I don’t want her to regret anything. She’s primed for me, a pampered knockout that my body’s eager to penetrate, to burst open and overflow with my power and virility.
Gasping, she slides it down her legs while I play with her breasts but then I get distracted and it feels like I’ve just been introduced to the meaning of my existence. Her slit is hardcore beauty, tightness and innocence adorned with a little strip of crimson right on the mound. I moan at the sight of it, praising her when she starts projecting pearls of wetness under my gaze.
“I need those lips,” I snarl, going for the ones that are begging for a kiss and I cup her neck, pulling her in hard and ferociously. She pants under my mouth, her hands going to my chest and she tugs at my ruined vest and shirt.
“You need to be naked like me,” she breathes and drags them down my torso and her eyes widen. “You have a magnificent chest,” she whispers. “I could admire you for hours...” A girl like her admiring me? Is this real or a fucking illusion? I decide that it better be real and gently fist her hair and pull her down on the bed. A flicker flashes in her eyes and she adds, “Your pants too.”
Sliding off the leather, I keep the boxers on because I don’t want to startle her but she still gulps at the sight of the bulge at the front. To get her to ease, I warm her up between her legs and she moans and rolls in waves at the friction until her nipples pucker, screaming for attention and I put one in my mouth. She soaks my hand like she’s a little dam that just ruptured and my eyes flutter at the silkiness running between my fingers like cream. She’s so taut, I need to thoroughly probe her to get her to open up and when she finally does, I bend down and give her a good lick. Yale twitches and I smirk, rubbing my face on her before my tongue finds its way through her pink crease.
“I’ll lick you real sweet, beloved,” I rasp as she jerks her hips against my mouth, “and you will come for me. I’m going to give it all to you,” I murmur, my body ablaze. “I’m going to give it to you so fucking good.”
“Yes...,” she whispers weakly and her head starts to thrash, “anything you want...” She tries spreading her thighs even more, doing her best to meet my laps and I hoarsely chuckle. The fact that she’s trying to make an effort despite being a little virgin drives me wild.
And I’m going to eat her right up.
Her arousal oozes out of her, radiates the whole fucking room until I go almost blind and I snatch her clit between my lips, growling as she explodes against my mouth, her sinuous hips bucking, her swollen incision pulsating from the aftershocks. I swirl my tongue around, cleaning her up until her legs and arms fall flat on the side.
