Page 87 of Stains of Desire
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Penelope
Around two in the morning,the same dream as the night before plagues me. Axel pulls me out of it, but I'm just as emotional as I was last night.
It's still storming. Lightning and thunder terrorize the sky. From time to time, the cottage shakes from the power of the downpour.
The pain is paralyzing. It cyclones like the wind, crashing into my heart and destroying me over and over.
I hate I can't seem to control my anguish anymore. When I was with Santiago, I had to. If I didn't, they threatened to hurt Millie. Being perfect wasn't an option, it was a requirement. Now that Axel rescued me, I'm a passenger on an emotional roller coaster and lack all ability to hide anything.
"I'm sorry." I sob, face buried in his chest.
"Shh. Don't ever apologize to me."
"I can't get it to stop hurting so bad."
He kisses my forehead and slowly tilts my chin up. His dark eyes drill into mine, confident, authoritative, with no room to question he knows what's best for me. "Then let me take it away for a bit."
I don't think. I can't. He kisses me and slowly brings me into our world of heat and pleasure, numbing the stabs of grief I experience.
He rolls me onto my back. His body's weight is quicksand, consuming every inch of my skin, dragging me out of my world of sorrow and into the bliss of his.
Lips, tongue, and teeth tease, torture, and warm my flesh. Adrenaline pools in my veins, buzzing.
He fists a chunk of my hair and tugs my head back then scrapes his stubble on my neck.
"Hurt me," I whisper. It rolls out of my mouth. I don't know where it comes from. I've never asked a man to do anything of the sort. But something about Axel makes me trust him more than anyone else before. If anyone knows how to give me pain that turns into pleasure, it's him.
His lips brush my ear. "Tell me again what you want, green eyes."
"Destroy me. I need it," I say louder.
"You want me to demolish your pussy or every part you?"
"Everything. Please."
He groans and palms my cheek, so my other one is on the pillow, then scruffs my skin with his beard before biting and sucking the back of my neck so hard, I'm writhing underneath him, screaming.
"Is this what you need beautiful?" he asks then sucks the same spot.
"Yes!"
He locks eyes with me. "Don't forget, stop and no."
"Don't stop. Wreck me. Please."
He shoves his tongue in my mouth and rubs his hard cock on my clit while I gasp in his mouth.
I reach for his erection, and he grabs my wrists and puts them above my head. "You don't touch me unless I give you permission." He wraps my fingers around the iron bars of the headboard.
He marks the front of my torso. My breasts, the curve of my waist, my belly button all become his canvas to stain.
Every stinging sensation brings new pleasure to my core, and I'm soon covered in sweat and flying high when his cock rubs my clit into paradise.
He flips me over and nips at my shoulder then along my spine. "You need more?" he growls in my ear.
"Yes. Everything."
