Page 17 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

But strangely, I wasn’t afraid of him. He made me feel safe as if he would die before harming me. Deep down I knew he would stand as bastion between me and the rest of the world.

I reached up, gliding my hands over his chest. “You’re still wearing too many clothes. I want to see all of you, Axel.”

He rose to his knees and clawed at the clasp on his cargo pants.

I wasn’t prepared for how fucking good he looked. From this vantage point, staring up at him, the man was ripped. A huge bodybuilder type with chiseled muscles, his beefy arms were thicker than my thighs. On his knees, he lowered the zipper slowly, drawing it out and giving me all the time in the world to back out.

It wasn’t happening. I wanted him too damn badly. I bit my bottom lip.

In a bid to entice him to move faster, I slid my hands up my torso and cupped my breasts. His hot gaze followed my hands, zeroing in on them as I kneaded the mounds and plucked at the nipples.

Axel stopped lowering his zipper. He grabbed my wrists and moved my hands above my head. Oxygen lodged itself in my chest. He bracketed my wrists as he leaned down.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you tonight. Not you. Keep your hands up here.”

“Or you’ll what?”

He tilted his head, studying me. “Are you angling for some punishment? Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, Angel?”

My breath shuddered out. “Maybe.”

His eyes hooded as he shifted. He grabbed the belt he had removed earlier from the nightstand, then looped the soft leather around my wrists. An erotic thrill shot through me and landed in my core. I bit back a whimper. I didn’t know why I found it so hot that he was restraining me. I never thought I had any type of kinks. But my body reacted to him restraining me, lighting up like a Fourth of July fireworks display. I had never been so aroused in all my life.

He hooked the belt to the headboard, and I panted. Exposed. Aroused. And needing him more than I ever have another man.

“Axel, please.” I undulated, craving his hands, his mouth, his cock, any piece of him he would give me.

“All in good time, Angel.” He rose from the bed and discarded his pants, giving me the first view of his muscled thighs the size of tree trunks. But it was the firm ridge of flesh beneath the black boxer briefs that drew my attention.

No way was he that big. It had to be an optical illusion with the black fabric.

On edge, wanting him back in bed with me, I stared transfixed as he lowered his underwear.

Fuck me.

Axel was proportionate. He had a monster in his pants. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen with sizeable testes. And I worried whether he would fit.

He approached. His monstrous cock bobbed as he climbed back into bed, positioning himself between my thighs. He caught my expression. “Don’t worry, I’m going to prepare you so well that I’ll fit.”

“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” I licked my lips. I might be a little worried about the fit, and if it would hurt. But I’d never wanted a man more.

A salacious grin spread over his face. “And I know how to use it. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Angel, you’ll be screaming my name.”

Oh goodie! I spread my thighs, my thong still covering my pussy. “Promises, promises.”

Positioning his hands on either side of my shoulders, he leaned in and nipped my chin. “Just for that, you need to earn my cock. And you won’t get it until you’re begging me, and then, and only then, will I give it to you.”

Then he slammed his mouth down over mine and plundered. There was no other word for the torrid kiss. I whimpered and kissed him back, twisting my tongue in his, trying to give him as much as he gave me. Kissing Axel was a full body experience. Weak-kneed, my body flooded with pleasure. I’d never known a kiss could be like this, this dissolution of self until I became a woman I didn’t recognize—one who reveled in pleasure and would accept nothing less.

His mouth left mine, and I strained, greedy for more. Axel shot me a sadistic smirk. Then he kissed his way down my chest, tonguing one of my nipples. I arched my back, moaning. On a dark groan, he sucked the bud into his mouth. And his expression, the way he closed his eyes in pleasure as if he’d been granted entrance to the kingdom of heaven, was a fire in my blood.

After years of abuse, it was heady. Being touched with passion instead of anger and brutality.

Flames licked along my skin as he drew deep on the bud. He lashed it with his tongue, making it painfully swell. When he bit down, I choked out. “Oh god, yes!” I tried feeding him more of the mound, arching my back at his delicious torture.

Awash in a sea of bliss, each tug elicited a spray of sparks that fed directly to my sex. When he switched to its twin, I whimpered. The pleasure was too good. It’s how it should have been with my husband. But Carlos had never cared about my pleasure. Even when he was courting me.

“Axel,” I whimpered, rocking my hips, aching to be filled by him.

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