Page 11 of Axel

Her fingers thread through my hair, her short nails scratching at my scalp. Electric shocks of desire course through me, prompting me to dig in deeper. I want to make her scream my name. I need her to associate this kind of ecstasy with me and me alone.

As I lick at her folds, plunging my tongue into her opening, I can’t help but think that nothing else has felt as right as this moment. I accept that the awful things that happened to me as a kid led me here. I’m grateful for them, grateful for every single seemingly inconsequential thing that led me to my angel.

I shift my attention upward, changing the target of my ministrations from her pussy to her clit. Her reaction is immediate and a goddamn work of art. She gasps into the night, her grip getting tighter. She squeezes her legs around my head, trying to pull me in even closer, to focus more attention on the part of her that wants it the most.

I’m happy to oblige, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves. I send shocks of delight through her, making her writhe in response. Then I close my lips around the nub and suck.

“Oh, shit,” she curses, pushing her hips hard against my mouth. “That’s– oh my god, Axel.”

That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name sounds like Heaven coming out of those sinfully perfect lips. I want more. Ineedmore.

I hum, hoping she takes the sound as the encouragement it is. My angel is quick on the uptake, grinding against me harder, making desperate noises. Pleas spill from the tip of her tongue.

“Axel!” she exclaims, the grip she has on my head getting impossibly tighter. “Axel, I’m–”

She’s close. She can’t finish her sentence, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she’s about to tumble over the edge. I grind my cock against the ground through my jeans, groaning as her taste gets more intense.

When she cums, it’s with a shout of my name. She says it like a prayer, like I’m her salvation. And I lap it up the same way I’m lapping up her juices.

I work her through her orgasm, my dick leaking in my boxers. God, I can’t wait to be inside this girl. I can’t wait to fill her up with my seed. I’ve already marked her, now it’s time to claim her as mine and mine alone.

Her pleasure subsides slowly, and when she’s reduced to quiet whines and soft whimpers, I pull back. She’s staring at me like I hung the moon, like my presence is more impressive than the stars lighting the night sky above us. It’s intoxicating.

“Axel,” she whispers.

I crawl back up the length of her body, kissing her again. My tongue plunges inside her mouth, letting her get an idea ofjust how fucking good she tastes. I grind against her, desperately needing relief.

She’s a virgin, though. If I want to get inside her, to pop that sweet, sweet cherry, I can’t do it here. The ride back to my place is going to be torture, but that’s where we need to go.

“Get dressed,” I growl when we part, my chest heaving with the effort to keep the beast in me under control.

“What? Why?” she asks, propping herself up on her elbows.

God, she looks so cute all confused like that. The innocence that’s rolling off of her is intoxicating. If we don’t get a move on soon, I’m not going to be able to wait. I’m going to take her right here.

“Because I’m taking you back to my place,” I say, thrusting her clothes into her hands. “Our night is just beginning, Angel.”

Chapter 8

Hazel

The ride back to Axel’s place takes way too long. His promise of something more when we get back thrums through my body. I keep myself pressed against him the entire trip, a ball of anticipation forming in my gut.

When we get to his place – a modest two bedroom that looks completely unassuming – both of us hop off his bike and rush inside. His hand is tight around mine, urging me through the front door. I don’t get a chance to take in my surroundings as he shepherds me to his bedroom, but truthfully, the way he decorates his space is the last thing on my mind.

Once we’re inside his bedroom, he pushes me against his wall. His mouth is on mine in an instant, and his hands are everywhere. He fondles my breasts through my clothes, he caresses my neck, he squeezes my hips and pulls me closer to press his hardness against me.

My clothes don’t stay on for very long. He makes quick work of them, shoving my pants and underwear down with expert precision. When he discards my jacket before yanking my shirt off, he only breaks our kiss long enough to get the offending garment over my head. My bra goes next, undone with one hand.

After a moment, he breaks away from me. His eyes sweep over my bare body. My face burns with embarrassment at being so exposed in front of him.

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he curses, not bothering to hide the overt lust in his tone.

I shiver. He looks like he’s going to eat me alive. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life.

He pulls me into another kiss, spinning me away from the wall. I try my best to keep up with his passion as he walks me backward toward his bed. When my knees hit the back of the mattress, I fall onto it, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you, angel,” he tells me as drops his jacket and throws his shirt to the side. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I’d doanythingto make you mine. And I’ll do anything to protect you. If anyone lays a finger on you, they’re dead.”

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