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Axel adds a second finger, making me cry out with overwhelming pleasure. When he curls his fingers up, hitting some super sensitive spot, my entire body spasms, sending more electricity flowing through my veins.
“Axel,” I moan. “Axel, fuck…”
Every muscle draws up tight as my joints lock, preparing for the onslaught of my release. My orgasm tears through my body, and pleasure cracks me open, vibrating through me. I cry out as I pulse, thrash, and claw at Axel’s scalp, digging my fingers into his skin to anchor myself.
He doesn’t stop, not for a second. My orgasm continues to devastate me to the point I see black dots clouding my vision. I gasp for air, nearly coming again as oxygen fills my lungs. With a final, shuddering breath, the last of my release drains from me.
“Holy shit,” I barely whisper as I gulp down air. I’m still trembling, my muscles weak and worn out from how hard I came.
“Are you okay? Was that too much? Did I hurt–”
“That was incredible,” I manage to say between breaths. “I don’t feel anything except sleepy and…” I break off into a yawn, making Axel chuckle softly.
Axel kisses my temple, brushing his lips against mine so tenderly that I almost tear up. He rolls onto his back, lifting his arm in invitation. I smile and scoot closer, resting my head on his chest over his heart. Snuggling as close as possible, I relax even more when Axel runs the tips of his fingers along my spine like he’s trying to memorize the sensation of my skin.
As I drift off to sleep, Axel whispers, “What else do you feel?”
“Hmm?” I reply, not bothering to open my eyes.
“Earlier, you said you feel sleepy and…?”
“Loved,” I murmur, though it might have been too soft for him to hear.
“You are.”
For the first time in my whole life, I go to sleep feeling safe.
CHAPTERSEVEN
AXEL
Gemma tightens her grip on my hand as we walk across the parking lot toward the clubhouse. She woke up about forty-five minutes ago after sleeping for nearly ten hours. My girl needed it after everything she’s been through.
I meant every word I said last night while holding Gemma after her nightmare. I’ll never let anyone lay their hands on my princess again. I think she’s starting to trust me, thank God. She surrendered her body and her pleasure to me. Fuck, she’s perfect. I hope she can trust me with her heart the same way.
My lungs expand and fill with fresh air as I take a deep breath. Everything feels lighter today. Warmer. I know it’s because of Gemma. Last night, she told me she felt loved before she went to sleep. I don’t know if she heard me, but I told her she was.
I’ve never meant anything more in my life. I love this beautifully broken princess and her kind heart. I love every inch of her, from her bright red hair to her lime green toenail polish. When she’s ready, I’ll tell her exactly how I feel. Until then, I’ll have to be content to take care of her and show her I’ll always be here.
I rub my thumb against Gemma’s, hoping to calm her nerves. We talked this morning about telling Blade and the Savage Saints about her family’s involvement in the meth business. I promised her that nobody would judge her and that everyone in the club has faced impossible choices. Most of us also came from fucked up families, and we know what it takes to survive day to day.
“You’re not in danger,” I remind her. “And you’re not in trouble. The Prez already knows you were there, and now we’re just filling in the details. We have to know how to protect you. That’s all.” I don’t want to minimize her anxiety, but I hate that she’s trembling the closer we get to the clubhouse.
“I know you’re right,” Gemma whispers.
She sighs and leans into me. I let go of her hand and wrap my arm around her waist, tucking her into my side. I’ll be her strength when she’s too tired to stand. I’ll be her everything.
We stand in front of the back door, but before I open it, I turn to Gemma. “Do you trust me, princess?” I love how her cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink when I call herprincess.
“I do,” she says, her green eyes filled with sincerity. I’ll ensure she never regrets it.
I open the door and guide her inside, keeping a hand on the small of her back to let her know I’m right here. Blade is already sitting in the back booth, waiting for us.
He’s every bit as intense and scrutinizing as before he met his woman, Sonya, but she’s softened him a little bit over the last month or so. Other people might not notice it, but the Prez has a little more empathy, thanks to Sonya. That’s why I know he’ll handle this in a sensitive way. It wasn’t all that long ago his woman was in danger, and Gemma was the one to bring her back to safety.
“Axel,” the Prez says as we approach. “Gemma…” he trails off when he sees her black eye, instant anger rising to the surface. His nostrils flare, and his teeth grind together, realizing the serious nature of our conversation. It’s not only to fill him in on what she knows about the drug operation; it’s to reaffirm our promise of protection. “…good to see you,” he finishes.
Gemma nods, giving him a little smile.
