Page 52 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“I know, kitten,” he whispered, running his nose along her jaw and down her neck. Breathing her in.
Then he let his fangs scrape the barest amount along her throat, and she froze.
“Axel…”
“I won’t,” he rasped, doing it again. “I won’t unless you let me. And not until I’m sure I can control it.”
She was silent long after he pulled back, running his fingertips down her bare arms, back up, along the side of her full breast. Feeling the gooseflesh he left in the wake of his touch.
“After the babe comes,” she finally breathed.
“Gods, you’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, gently kneading her breast in his palm, pulling another moan from her that went straight to his cock. “Are you throbbing yet?”
“Wh-what?” she gasped as he plucked at her nipple.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he said, rocking his hips against her ass. “But if you’re not throbbing here,” he continued, sliding his hand down her stomach and brushing his thumb along her clit, “I have some work to do.”
“Please, no,” she whined. “Just fuck me.”
“Such filthy words, kitten,” he chided, and she let out an honest-to-the-gods growl. “I’m not going to just fuck you, Katya,” he said, turning serious and pressing a kiss to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “You said you needed me to prove myself to you?—”
“I didn’t mean…” she panted, her words trailing off as he brushed along her clit again before dragging his hand back up over her stomach and between her heavy breasts.
“You did, and you’re right,” he said. “So no, I’m not just going to fuck you, Katya. I’m going to worship you. I’m going to feel you, and you’re going to know that I am yours and you are mine. In this life and the next.” His hips rolled again, his tip nudging at her center but never entering, and her already short breaths quickened even more. “So tell me, kitten. Tell me how to love you.”
“I…Axel.”
His name was a whine as he gently cupped her breast, and her hand flew up to clutch at the back of his neck.
“Yes, kitten?” he said, smiling against her neck as he rolled a nipple between his fingers.
She arched against him. “You love me when you truly see me,” she gasped out. “When I’m not just something to protect. When I’m not just a Fae?—”
“You were never just a Fae, Katya,” he said sternly.
“You make me believe that,” she said, panting now and her fingers flexing on his nape. “I need you to trust me to know when I need to be protected.”
“I do, kitten. I don’t trust myself.”
“ButItrust you, Axel,” she said, arching again when he turned his attention to her other nipple. “You love me when you let me help you and don’t insist on doing things alone. You love me when youseeme,” she said again.
He paused his ministrations, and she turned her head, letting him capture her lips. She was the one who demanded entrance with her tongue, and he gladly let her, growing impossibly harder with every swipe against the heat of her mouth.
“I hear you, Katya,” he said when they were both gasping for breath. “I see you.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder again. “You love me when you give me what I need,” she said between panted breaths. “And right now, I need you.”
He didn’t bother saying anything as he slipped inside her. He was done prolonging this as much as she was over it.
“Yes,” she moaned at the same time he hissed, “Fuck.”
It was the first time he’d been inside her since before he’d handed her over to Tristyn.
Months.
It’d been months of being terrified to properly love what was his. Never again would someone take something from him that wasn’t his choice to give. Never again would he be at the mercy of someone else. Not his father. Not Bree. The only one he’d go to his knees for was the female currently taking her pleasure from him, and for her, he’d give away his soul.
He thrust in again, and she hadn’t been lying. She was already there, teetering on an edge.
