Page 51 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“Look at you how, kitten?” he finally asked carefully.
“Like you want something from me, but won’t give it to me. It’s making both of us miserable. And by Anala, Ineedyou towantme right now, Axel. I just…need,” she sighed.
His entire body went rigid, and he took her chin, forcing her face up to meet his gaze. “You think I don’t want you, Katya? You think I don’t want to touch you, taste you, feel you around me? Because I know what it’s like to feel you come apart on my cock, kitten. I think about it all the godsdamn time. You think I don’t remember what it’s like to worship you?”
“Stop saying things like that,” she seethed, and gods, he was a dick because her eyes were clouding with desire just at his words.
“Katya, if I hurt you?—”
“I’ll burn you and restrain you with your own shadows,” she cut in. “Just please?—”
“No,” he growled, dropping small kisses on one corner of her mouth and then the other.
He felt her shoulders slump, and he knew she wouldn’t argue with him about this again tonight, but the word hadn’t been meant to stop this.
“You never need to beg me to want you, kitten,” he murmured, his voice low and full of the darkness that ran in his blood. “I’m sorry you thought you did.”
She sucked in a gasp as she pulled back, amber eyes searching his own. “You’re not going to stop?” she asked, and fuck, she was already trembling slightly beneath his fingers.
“Not as long as you promise to stop me if I?—”
He let out a soft chuckle as she dragged her fingers lightly down his bare chest before gently shoving him backwards onto the mattress. Then the chuckle turned into a hiss as her hands slid lower, down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. She was teasing him though, as she moved them back up, sliding them over the planes of his stomach at the same time she repositioned herself.
It was then he realized she wasn’t wearing undergarments beneath his shirt.
“Clever kitten,” he crooned. “You planned this.”
“Knowledge and wit can win over sheer power if wielded with the same finesse,” she said breathlessly, moving over him, seeking and searching.
His hands landed on her hips again, helping her keep her balance. “Tell me what you need,” he said gruffly, mesmerized as he watched her move.
“I need you to stop protecting me and start needing me in the same way I need you,” she answered. “I need to know you love me. That it wasn’t an in-the-heat-of-the-moment decision. That it’s not just because I’m carrying your child. That it’s not because we were supposed to have a bond.” A tear slipped free, even as she continued to move over him, her bare center moving along his hard length over the thin material of his pants. “I need to know you still choose me, Axel.”
The last words were a whisper, and they shattered something in his soul. Because she’d tried to tell him. Tried to tell him all of this, and he was so concerned with keeping her safe from him, he’d missed being what she actually needed him to be. He hadn’t meant to, but the lessons ingrained in him his entire life hadtaken over, doing exactly what she’d accused him of. Relegating her to a place of doing what she was told, only he’d convinced himself it was to keep her safe.
Her hand slipped lower again, and he almost let her go. Almost let this new bold side of her slip that hand into his pants and pull him out, but he halted her movements where he still gripped her hips. More tears slipped free, but these were angry tears of frustration.
“You said you wouldn’t stop me,” she said, the words threaded with defeat and exasperation.
“I’m not stopping you, kitten,” he said, gently moving her off him and scooping her up. “I’m controlling the pacing.”
“What?” she asked, the irritation morphing into confusion as he deposited her properly onto the bed.
But he didn’t answer. He slowly slid his shirt over her body, letting his fingers scrape and drag lightly along her sensitive skin. Watched her chest hitch with a stalled breath at the touch. Felt his own mouth go dry at having her bare skin waiting for him. Taunting him. Testing every bit of his self-control not to taste her blood, although that desire was there. If he hadn’t drunk an entire bottle of blood this evening, there was no way he’d be letting himself do this, but she was right. She deserved more than being protected behind closed doors and glass windows.
She deserved to be worshipped.
He said nothing when he pushed his pants down over his hips, kicking them off. Then he crawled in beside her, gently rolling her to her side. She went willingly, this sudden give and take between them more intoxicating than anything. Anticipation of when she’d take control again lingered just beneath the surface, and he loved it.
He loved her, and damn him to the Pits of Torment for ever letting her doubt that.
Lifting one of her legs and spreading her perfectly for him, he nestled in behind her. Her head fell back against his shoulder, a soft moan falling from her lips as she pressed back against his cock.
“This isn’t going to slow down anything,” she rasped.
“No?” he teased, pressing a kiss just below her ear.
She shook her head, grinding back against him again. “Nothing will slow it down. I’m too close. I’ve been…”
