Chapter Thirty #2
Then I’m kissing back down, over her breast, my tongue curling over the hard tip of her nipple, flicking it before taking a long pull into my mouth.
Her back arches, hands gripping my T-shirt and pulling.
I pop off her breast, letting her drag the fabric over my head, loving the expression she makes when she allows herself to explore my chest. Her touch feels so fucking good, like an electric current running through silk.
I step between her legs, yanking her body right to the very edge so her warm, wet pussy is against my stomach.
My fingers find her chin, pinching it between my thumb and pointer, angling her head backward to look up at me.
She’s so fucking beautiful. My heart tumbles over itself behind my ribs, clanging against the hard bone.
It’s painful, and yet it’s so fucking right.
I know exactly what it wants, what it’s so fucking desperate for.
Why I’ve been so consumed and fucking crazy for this woman since the moment I saw her in that diner.
I’m in love with her.
Hopelessly. Irrevocably.
She’s the only thing in this world that I’ll ever do right by, the only thing that really matters. Malice likes to joke that the women have made them soft, but now that I’m feeling it, letting it sink into the marrow of my bones, he’s wrong. Our queens are what make us stronger.
“Can I have you?” I whisper, as my fingers trail over her scars for the first time.
“If you don’t, I think I’ll scream.”
The corner of my mouth hitches up in a smirk, my free hand delicately tracing along her temple, brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
Her bleached-blonde hair. What I wouldn’t give for her to go back to her natural red, to heal enough to want to look at herself in the mirror and love who she is.
I want her to see what I see when I look at her.
I drop my head ever so slowly, keeping my eyes locked on her pretty, iridescent blues. My nose slides against hers, gently nudging it side to side before I tilt her head, my lips meeting her ear.
“I’m going to take my time with you, sweetheart. Show you exactly how you should be treated. I’m going to make your first time one you remember for a lifetime.”
Sienna’s breath hitches and she pulls back slightly, tears springing to her eyes. But I don’t waver. This is one thing I’m not bending on.
“Axel . . . I’m not a virgin. Cain . . . he . . . I told you that.”
I cradle her head in my palms, my thumbs wiping away the rogue tears that escape her eyes.
“Make no mistake, sweetheart, I’m the first man you’ve ever given yourself to.
You’re handing me your virginity. Everything before this happened to you against your will.
This is the only time that counts, and I’m going to erase every bad memory you have and make sure there isn’t a single doubt in that pretty little head of yours about what sex should be like. I am your first, Sienna.”
“I don’t know what I did after all this time to deserve you, Axel James, but I’m thankful it brought me right here.”
I don’t waste any more time. My mouth crashes against hers, and sparks fly between us.
The entire room seems to disappear as her lips melt against my own.
My hands slide into her hair, fingers curling against her scalp.
She tastes so fucking sweet, so pure, and good.
She doesn’t deserve the terrible things that have happened to her.
Hell, no one does. But I meant what I said.
I’m going to erase every terrible nightmare she has of what came before me. All that matters is right now.
Sex between people is a consensual, pleasurable experience, and what happened to her was a violent assault against her will. This is her first time having sex. End of fucking story.
My tongue slips against her lips, begging for entrance, and she opens for me, greedily, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I moan against her, loving her tongue against mine, knowing that she’s tasting herself on me.
I grip her thighs, lifting her up off the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her wet pussy is flush against my abdomen, and I’m so desperate for this woman, I want her to coat me in her arousal, mark me as hers for the rest of eternity.
We don’t break apart as I carry her out of the bathroom, walking us into my bedroom.
Just as I pass the door, she pulls back, looking at me with confusion, like she’s just clicked some puzzle pieces together.
“Do you need to go out there? You said you don’t have sex in here.”
“No. Fuck my rules. They don’t matter when it comes to you. I’ve broken them all already. The first time I see you come with my cock buried inside you, the first time you have sex, I don’t want eyes on us. I want to be the only one in the room to watch you come undone.”
“Axel . . .”
“Kiss me, sweetheart.” She does, and everything feels so fucking right.
Sienna is everything. I walk us to the side of my bed, gently placing her down so she’s lying sideways.
Her hands move to her long hair, pulling it out from under her.
It fans out across my dark sheets, and I take a moment to let my eyes feast on her.
I can’t get over how beautiful this woman is. And she’s handing herself over to me. I’m not worthy of this privilege, but it’s not one I’m going to take for granted.
I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the full-length mirror at the end of my bed and get an idea.
I lean over to my end table and pull out a condom.
I make quick work of kicking off my boots and jeans, my hard cock bobbing free.
Her eyes roam over me, settling on my dick as I stroke it slowly to the sight of her, my thumb tracing over each of my piercings.
When she bites her bottom lip, I’m a fucking goner. I lean over her, our bodies flush against each other. She’s so soft and warm, her body inviting, and everything I could ever want. I run the flat of my hand up the center of her chest, over her scars and up her neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Breathtaking, actually.” Then I grip her chin, guiding her head to the side so she can see us in the large mirror.
“Look at yourself, Sienna. I want you to watch as I take you for the first time.”
“Oh, god.”
“No need to pray, sweetheart, I’m going to take such good care of my girl.”
I start at her jaw, kissing and licking down her neck, giving extra attention to her scars, the marks that remind me of what a survivor she is, how fucking strong and resilient she is.
A fucking warrior. I work my way down, my hands leading the way, rubbing and massaging everywhere I can reach.
Her hands grip my shoulders as I dip lower, running my tongue across her stomach from hip to hip and back again.
When I get to her pussy, I spread her legs wide, dragging two fingers down the center of her slit.
“So wet, baby girl. You’re dripping for me.
” I run my fingers from her tight little pussy up to her clit, rubbing back and forth, working her up again.
Her pussy leaks arousal from her hole, and it takes all my restraint not to lean down and lap at it.
Instead, I gather it up with my fingers, slowly pressing them inside.
I fill her to my knuckles, using my thumb to rub against her asshole.
She moans at the contact, and I give her a sly smile, tsking.
“You like that, baby girl? I know you like it when I lick you there. You curious how my fingers will feel someday?”
“You’ll do that?”
“Baby, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want me to do.
I’m yours.” Sienna smiles, arching her back and digging her nails into the sheets below us.
I add a third finger, stretching her out, working her open.
The guys give me constant shit about the size of my dick, but they aren’t wrong. We’re gonna have to go slow.
When I feel like she’s relaxed enough, I sit back up and pump my cock a few times, willing myself to chill out so I don’t blow the moment I’m inside her.
“Axel?”
“Yeah?” I reply, ripping the edge of the condom wrapper open with my teeth and pulling out the latex.
“I don’t want there to be anything between us.” Her words cause me to fumble, dropping the condom on the mattress.
“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”
“He . . . he didn’t . . . I want to feel you.” Understanding dawns on me, and fuck if I’d ever tell her no.
“You know what you’re asking?”
“I do.” Fuck, am I really about to do this? I’ve never taken anyone bare before. Ever. I don’t even come inside them with a rubber on. I only hesitate for a moment, because the second I look into those pretty blues, I know I’d give her the world.
I settle my knees between hers, the mattress sinking. Then I’m gripping my length, swiping my thick head through her wet folds, her arousal coating the tip of my dick. She really feels like smooth silk. Then I’m notching it at her entrance, glancing up to meet her eyes.
“You’re sure?”
“I want you inside me, Axel.”
“Eyes back on the mirror, watch as your body takes every single inch of me.” Then I’m pushing inside her. I watch as her pussy takes me, slowly working her open, my cock disappearing inside her tight heat one barbell at a time. There’s so much resistance, but her arousal is making it easier.
“Breathe, baby girl. Let me in. You’ve taken two, five to go.”
“Axel, it’s not going to fit . . .”
“Shh, it’ll fit, baby girl. You should see the way your pussy is stretching around me. So fucking pretty. That’s four, Sienna.”
My heart is clawing at me, feeling like it could rip my fucking chest open at any moment. Her chest is rising and crashing hard, her hands curled into the sheets.
“Breathe, sweetheart, relax for me. Two more. You doing okay?”
She nods. “Yes. It’s so much, Axel. God.”