Chapter 21
SKYLAR
Squeezing my thighs together, I can’t help but notice the unmistakable wetness that is rapidly saturating my thin panties.
The slick mess grows as this man’s hand possessively holds onto my thigh as he drives towards Vice.
Towards my little apartment where I’ve never taken a man before, except for the night he cleaned me up after the Damien mess.
Suddenly, this feels too intimate. An invasion of my safe space.
Too serious, as if I’m relinquishing my power, my control, my strength.
As if sensing my internal rampage of doubt, Saxon draws me from my thoughts.
“Tell me what’s running through your beautiful head?
” His hand still possessively holds my leg, his index finger making small circles against the fabric of my pants.
Studying his profile, I can’t help admiring how insanely gorgeous this man is.
His man bun, lying messily atop his head, his sharp jawline, and the way his eyebrows are constantly furrowed, creating a permanent scowl.
I don’t know how to answer him, so I stay quiet.
“Answer me, Sky.” The deep timbre of his voice makes my core tighten with his demand. With nothing clever to say back to him, I answer honestly.
“I’ve never brought a man back to my apartment before. You know, after a date and all. It feels—” I don’t know how it feels, really. It just feels different.
“Feels what, tesoro?”
“New, I guess.” I sound stupid, like a little girl who can’t use her big girl voice against a big strong man, and I hate it. Pulling into the parking lot, he puts the car in park and shuts off the engine.
“It feels like you’re surrendering a part of yourself to someone you’re not entirely sure you can trust.” Dark eyes lock on mine, and I suck in a deep breath at how this man can read me so fucking well.
Am I that transparent? I say nothing. I simply nod.
Because he’s right. I’ve never fully trusted another person in all my life, except for Seven.
Even if Saxon wasn’t the leader of the Kings’ Aces, I think I would still feel this way.
He gets out of the driver’s seat and makes his way over to my door.
Panic floods my chest. Should I tell him to leave?
That I can’t do this here, not now? Opening my door, he offers me his hand, and I take it, stepping out into the dark night.
Standing face-to-face, large hands cup my face and pull me even closer to his massive chest.
“I’m going to act like that thought doesn’t piss me off.
You and I both know you can trust me. I’ve proven that already.
I’m not someone you should fear, tesoro.
I think we’ve moved past the whole your family hates my family aspect.
Right? Now, I think you need to take me up to your apartment right now, so I can show you just how much you can trust me.
I’m not going to hurt you, nor will I let anyone else hurt you.
And I want to trust that you won’t try to hurt me as well.
” We both go silent. The only sound is the deep thumping of the bass of the music inside.
“So, what do you say, baby? Are you going to let me in?”
Before I can let any more of my doubts flood my mind, I grab his hand and pull him towards the club.
“That’s my girl,” I hear him groan out from behind me.
My stomach unleashes a flurry of butterflies from his praise, and now I can’t move fast enough.
I want to surrender; I want to give in to this temptation of this man.
This dangerous man, but I’m his girl tonight, and I want to live my life my own way.
And right now, I want him. Tomorrow will come, and so will the worry, but right now, I’m his and he is mine.
Fiddling with my keys as we ascend the stairwell to my apartment, I push through the door and pass through the threshold. A place that’s only been occupied by me for so long. His presence has me flustered, needy, desperate for something. Someone. Him.
“Well, this is—” Before I can finish my sentence, strong hands spin me around, gripping my waist and hoisting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips as a yelp escapes my throat.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Saxon’s voice sounds so different, so thirsty and primal, as he enunciates each word. My skin feels like it’s melting from my bones. His touch is a live wire, sparking and sending electrical currents throughout every nerve ending in my body.
He carries me towards my bedroom and sets me down on shaky legs. He crowds my chest, taking a step towards me. Then another step. When he takes a step, so do I, our bodies so close I can feel his heat.
“You and I have been playing this game of push and pull for too long.” Another step.
“Too fucking long.”
Another step.
“I consider myself a patient man, tesoro, but even I can’t fight this urge any longer.” His boot kicks my bedroom door closed, his movements smooth and precise.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, Sky, and right now, I want you.
Not just a piece but the whole thing. So, now is the time to tell me to stop, because once I start, there’s no going back.
There’s no stopping. Nothing will stop this beast inside of me that’s ripping me apart to get to you.
” He stops advancing on me and takes one step back, diffusing the wildfire he started just moments ago.
“What’s it going to be, tesoro? You’re in control right now.
Is this a yes or a no?” Dark, endless eyes are locked on my face, awaiting an answer.
A vibration of lust rumbles beneath my skin.
I want this, I do. He’s giving me control.
Something no one has ever given me, unless I’ve taken it by force.
This man, full of power, strength, and dominance, is handing me the power in this situation when it’s clear he’s about to explode.
The amount of restraint he’s showing is everything to me.
Something I didn’t realize I needed. I’m safe in this moment.
This man knows my darkest memory. He knows the trauma, the bits of me that were stolen, and he’s giving me options.
Something that makes me feel safe, makes me feel open and willing. I want this.
“Yes.”
The world seizes to exist around us. The only two people on this planet are him and me.
We both move. Crushing against one another, our hands can’t remove our clothes fast enough.
Our lips are colliding, fighting one another as our tongues lash out, swiping and sucking into each other’s mouths.
Our desperation is evident. We are needy and fighting for this connection that’s been building for far too long.
Clothes fall to the ground, shoes are kicked off, and once we are standing half naked in front of one another, we slow our pace.
“Not even heaven’s most beautiful angel compares to you.
” In nothing but my thin red bra and panties, his hands touch my hips, slowly sliding up my sides until they reach my clasp behind my back.
Holding my body close to his, he unlatches my bra, my breasts freed from their restraints.
His hands continue rising up my back and thread through my hair as he pulls my face to his.
Soft and gentle lips press to mine. A complete contrast to the frenzy we began with.
Pressing his hard, naked chest to mine, I feel the rise of his cock beneath his briefs. Hard and firm, pressing against my abdomen as he continues kissing me softly, making me moan. He swallows my sounds and steps me back towards my bed until my legs hit the frame.
“Sit, tesoro.” I do as I’m told. The power this man’s voice holds is that of a warlock’s. Once I’m sitting on top of my warm comforter, he kneels in front of me, his fingers hooking into the sides of my panties.
“Lift your hips for me.” His voice is barely a whisper, making my skin heat in an instant.
Again, I do as he says, lifting my hips just enough so he can slide my panties down my hips and legs.
Once he removes the small piece of fabric, he holds my ankle tenderly as he peppers my skin with soft kisses up my calf to the inside of my thigh.
Stopping mid-thigh, he clamps his teeth down on my skin.
The pain is sharp, but then he starts kissing the area softly, all the pain morphing into pleasure.
His lips continue up my leg and over my most sensitive spot.
A breathy moan escapes me. The sensation he’s creating between my legs tingling throughout my core.
“You should be worshipped every moment, every hour, every day for the rest of your fucking life, baby. Lie back for me.” Looking up at me through dark lashes, he darts out his tongue, licking across his bottom lip as he places one hand over my chest and gently pushes me back against my bed.
“Saxon,” I whisper. I don’t know why, but his name falls past my lips effortlessly. A plea, but a plea for what?
“I know, beautiful. Now, let me take care of you.” This man’s voice is so deep, so unique, every time he speaks my body is drawn to him. Opposite ends of a magnet, and I can’t stop the pull he has on me, nor do I want to.
“You smell so fucking delicious.” On a deep inhale, Saxon lazily licks over my folds, stopping at my clit, where he swirls the tip of his tongue around, making me tense with desire.
“Oh my God,” I choke out. My hands fly to his head, grabbing his hair tie and releasing his gorgeous thick hair so I can hold on to something.
“I could eat you all fucking night.”
Flattening his tongue against my throbbing pussy, he continues his long lazy licks, starting at my entrance and circling my clit. My back arches off the bed, needing him to go harder, rougher, less gentle. Pushing his face into me more forcefully, he chuckles against my wet mound.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Saxon, harder.” Lifting his head, he looks up at me with a devilish grin.
“Whatever you want, beautiful.” Grabbing my thighs, he hooks my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my hips, and pinning me down to the bed.
“Eyes on me, baby.” With only his words as my warning, his tongue darts back out and starts licking, sucking, and devouring my sex.
My whole world tilts on its axis. His warm breath fans against my wet skin.
The sloppy sounds he makes while feasting on my arousal has my head spinning out of control.
My whole body is tensing with every lash of his tongue, building to an orgasm.
Just when I think it’s too much, he slides two fingers in my entrance, hooking deep within me and hitting that sweet spot, making me scream his name.
“That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” I’m so close.
I’m on the edge of the cliff of ecstasy, and I want to dive off.
I want to free fall into the clouds of blissful ignorance.
Never have I given myself over to another in such an intimate way.
My fingers grip his hair so tightly I know his scalp must be screaming, but he doesn’t stop me.
In fact, he groans when my grip gets harder.
“Oh, fuck. Saxon, I’m about to—”
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.” With every fiber of my being tensing, I crash into the sea.
The world is silent around me, as if I’ve just plummeted beneath the water.
Everything is muffled except for the distant sound of a scream.
Someone’s screaming. Not someone but me.
My back arches off the bed so hard, I must look like the girl from The Exorcist. This man pulls the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm from my soul. I could die happy right at this moment.
His mouth doesn’t stop. He continues while I ride out the waves of my climax.
The sound of him licking and sucking up every last drop of my arousal fills my ears first, then my rapid breathing, followed by the fierce thumping in my chest. I look down where Saxon rises from between my legs, his tongue running across his bottom lip.
My arousal is evident all across his mouth as he pulls in his lip, devouring my juices.
“So, fucking delicious.”
“That was—” I don’t know what to say. Amazing, yes. Incredible, yes. Pure ecstasy, 100 percent.
“Just the beginning, tesoro.” Standing to his full height, Saxon grabs the hem of his briefs and frees the most beautiful, thick, and impossibly long cock that I have ever seen. It’s at this moment I realize this man will ruin me for any other relationships I may have in the future. I’m fucked.
“That’s one. Let’s see how many more I can get from you.”