Page 99 of Savage Queen (Blood Empire 3)

He bites his lip with a moan. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“But first, we shower,” I say quickly, rushing past him and into the shower, needing to look away from that tall, tempting man. I don’t want to chicken out, but my heart is pounding so fast I feel like I might pass out.

Standing under the water, I let it rain down on me. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and take a deep breath. My cock is throbbing, but I need this moment.

As if Axel can sense how I’m feeling, he gets into the shower with me, keeping his distance just enough to let me breathe.

We shower, washing our hair and bodies. He doesn’t touch me or try anything. We don’t even speak.

After I’m done, Axel takes my place under the water to rinse off. He dips his head back under the water, and I take the moment to admire my man in his full glory. I watch as the droplets of water run down his chest and over his muscular arms as he scrubs the soap from his long hair and all the way down to his cock. Water runs down and over the tip, and I can’t seem to look away.

It’s big, thick, and hard. And it just so happens to be pointing at me.

“If you keep looking at it like that, you’re going to make me cum,” Axel says, his voice strained with need. My head snaps up, eyes locking with his, and I swallow thickly at the lust shining bright in them.

The way he looks at me... it makes me feel sexy, desired, and wanted. Before when someone who wanted my body looked at me I felt fear, a sinking feeling turning in my belly.

This time, it’s replaced with a burning fire in all the best ways.

“Come on. Let’s get you dried off,” he says, shutting off the shower. I watch his tight ass flex as he walks out and grabs two towels. I almost whimper as he wraps one around his waist. He smirks at that, letting out a low chuckle that has me realizing I’m staring again.

“Hey,” he says, stepping towards me when he notices my change in mood. “What’s wrong?”

“I keep looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. I don’t want to sexualize you or make you think I only want you for your body.” I don’t want him or Harlow to think that their body is the only appealing thing about them. I want every piece of them.

“I know you don’t,” he tells me, wrapping the towel around me. He starts to dry me before wrapping the towel around my waist and lifting me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him carry me to the bedroom.

He places me down on his bed, moving to stand up, but I don’t let him. I pull him down to me, and we fall back onto the mattress. He catches himself, hovering above me as I take his lips with mine.

We moan as we start to kiss slowly and sweetly. Parting my lips for him, I let him slip his tongue in. I like how he tastes. Like whiskey and promises.

“Sam,” he moans, and fuck, I’ve never loved hearing my name as much as I do right now.

“I want to taste you,” I groan. “Get on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” He grins against my lips, then pulls back, climbing on the mattress.

He lays back, his arm behind his head as he watches me. The towel is still wrapped around his waist, but I can see his erection lifting it.

We’re not going to have sex, not tonight. And I relax knowing this. I’m not going to run before I learn to walk. One step at a time, and this first step is making my man feel good, using my hand. And mouth.

He waits for me patiently as I remove my towel and crawl onto the bed, my cock bobbing as I go.

I sit back on my legs, kneeling next to him. “Can I touch you?” I ask.

“You can always touch me, Sam. I don’t think there will ever be a time that I don’t want you to. You don’t have to ask, but if you feel like you have to, then that’s alright too. Yes, Sam, you can touch me.”

With shaky hands and a breath, I reach for his towel and pull it back revealing his very hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight.

This is the first time I’m willingly touching a cock that’s not my own. Before, I’d have them forced inside me. But I want to take my time with Axel, explore every inch of him.

I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling the warm, velvety skin against my hand. He hisses in pleasure as I add some pressure and move my hand up and down.

“Is this okay?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’m doing this right.

“So good,” he groans. “Don't be afraid to grip it tighter.”

I should know this. I’ve touched myself more than enough times lately to know how to work a cock. Before Harlow and Axel, the idea of touching myself made me sick. I didn’t want anything to do with sexual pleasure. Then I felt guilty for having the urge to touch myself at the thought of one of them, or both of them together. They weren't mine then, I had no right.

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