Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
His hands were shaking.
Axton stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. All he could think of was the image of Xenia coming in the shower and the painful throb of his cock. It rose to full attention, rising up to his stomach.
He’d wanted to step into that shower stall with her, but she deserved more than a hard fuck against the wall. And if he’d touched her slick skin then, still warm from her climax, that’s all he would have given her.
He rubbed at his wet skin and caught one of his burns. “Shit.” He was dry enough. He hitched the towel around his hips and picked up the medscope.
After turning on the slim metal wand, he ran it over his arms, legs, face, and chest. The blue light bathed his skin, and he watched the burns heal over until there was just smooth skin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach the burns on his back.
“Let me help.”
His head shot up, and in the mirror, he saw Xenia’s reflection. She leaned against the door frame clad only in one of his button-down, white shirts, her hair spilling over her shoulders.
His shirt hit her mid-thigh, leaving a long expanse of toned legs bare. She hadn’t done the buttons all the way to the top and he could see a triangle of bronze skin and the hint of cleavage.
Behind his towel, his cock jumped. If he didn’t have her soon, he was going to combust.
She sauntered forward and took the medscope from his hand. As she studied his back, her face softened. One finger stroked the skin between his shoulder blades. “You got this protecting me. Idiot.”
There was no fire in her words. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m the CenSec, it’s my job to do the protecting.”
“Well, sometimes even CenSecs need someone to help them.”
She stared at him in the mirror.
“Sometimes we all need someone,” he murmured.
She swallowed before looking away. She turned on the scope and set to work healing his back. In seconds, the soreness faded away.
Leaving them standing there, staring at each other.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
She licked her lips. “Yes. But not for food.”
Damn. Every muscle in his body was rock solid.
He spun. She leaped at him.
They were all over each other. Axton hitched his hands under that damn shirt, sliding them up to cup the bare cheeks of her tight ass. Her mouth attacked his, her tongue sliding in. Then he was urging her up, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
She dragged her mouth off his and pressed her lips to his neck, licking his skin. “I don’t know how to do this. Usually, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
There she was. His straight-talking CenSec. There’d never be any pretense with Xenia. He set her on the marble vanity and pressed between her open legs. He cradled her face, forced her gaze to meet his. “Trust me?”
She hesitated…then nodded.
“Trust me to take care of you,” he murmured. “To make it good for you.”
“I want this to be good for both of us.”
He managed a strangled laugh. “Baby, believe me, it’ll be good for both of us. Just follow my lead.”
Her eyes glinted. “I can do that.”
He didn’t have to ask about birth control.
Their cyborg systems protected them from pregnancy and disease.
He took her mouth again. By the Creator, the taste of her was enough to blow his mind.
He tried to keep it slow this time, unhurried, but the fire between them was too hot, and soon they were clutching at each other, hands stroking, tongues dueling.
Shit. He had to find some semblance of control. He wanted this to be beyond good for her. She might have had sex before, but this was her true first time. The first time she wanted it, that she’d find pleasure.
He scooped her up and strode into his bedroom.
“Nice,” she murmured.
His large bed was covered in a midnight-blue cover and sat on a small, raised platform. The glass windows gave a beautiful view of the glittering lights of the city and directly above the bed was a skylight, showering the room in a shimmer of moonlight.
Axton didn’t turn on any lights. He laid Xenia back on the bed and starting undoing her buttons. “You look good in my shirt.”
“You look good in a towel.”
He saw her gaze stroking over his chest. As he worked the buttons free, his fingers grazed her flesh, making her breath hitch.
Then he flicked the shirt open.
He already knew she was built long and lean. Now, he saw her full breasts topped with dusky-pink nipples. Perfect.
She shifted. “I…have a lot of enhancements.”
He blinked and the silver implants he hadn’t noticed came into focus. Two rested on her collarbones, one above each breast. Two more shallow, silver semi-circles rested on her muscled stomach on either side of her belly button.
He touched the implant above her left breast. She sucked in a breath, watching him intently.
“You’re gorgeous, Xenia. Just as you are.
Your strength, your dedication to your job, that’s just as attractive as the rest of you.
And these implants are a symbol of that.
” He palmed her breast, flicking a thumb over her nipple.
She gasped and arched into his touch. She was so sensitive, starved for touch.
What had it cost her to hide her emotions all these years?
He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Axton!” She jerked beneath him, her hands clamping onto his head. He lapped at her nipple, then released it to move across to the other breast.
“Good?” he murmured against her skin.
“Yes.”
“More?”
“Yes!” She arched into his mouth, and he moved, his lips trailing down until he found her belly button. He kissed across her stomach, traced the light ridges of muscle—another sign of that strength he found so attractive. Then he let his lips touch one of her implants.
“You’re beautiful.” He nudged her legs apart and looked at her. Dark red hair and glistening, female flesh waited for him.
She shifted on the covers and even in the dim light, he saw the flush on her face.
“Beautiful,” he said again. He slid one hand up her slim thigh, rubbing in circles. Higher, higher.
Her mouth opened on a gasp.
He circled her clit, watching as she squirmed against him, her breath hitching. Then, keeping his gaze on her, he slid a finger inside her.
Her hips jerked up off the bed. She was so tight. He pulled back and slid two fingers into her. “Does that feel good?”
“You must know it does.” Her voice was breathless.
He worked her, stretching her, keeping his thumb strumming her clit.
“I want to touch you,” she said.
“Soon.”
Her jaw tightened. “I mightn’t have much experience at this, but I’m not a pushover, Axton.”
He almost laughed. “Baby, I know you aren’t a pushover. But I want you to lie back and let me love you. Believe me, watching your pleasure gives me pleasure, too.”
Her gaze shot down to where the towel was tented in front of him.
“Now—” he leaned over her “—I’m going to taste you.”
He saw the muscles in her stomach clench. He pressed a kiss to her hip bone, then moved lower and stopped with his mouth inches from her warm, damp flesh.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you. Then I’m going to lick and suck you until you come in my mouth.”
“Axton.” His name was a whimper on her lips.
He pressed his mouth to her.
She cried out, her hands twisting in the sheets.
He licked her with one long stroke, then gripped her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He sucked, drank in the honey of her. Her whimpers and cries made his own desire swell and his cock with it. Damn, if it got any bigger, he was going to be in real pain.
She ground against him, her heels digging into his back. She bucked her hips and then came on a scream.
So. Beautiful.
She fell back on the bed in an abandoned sprawl. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slumberous.
Axton stood and dropped the towel.
Her eyes widened. The lazy aftermath of her climax evaporated, and heat sparked again in her blue eyes.
She got to her knees, her skin shimmering in the moonlight. She reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock.
He groaned.
“My turn to torture you,” she whispered.
Xenia’s entire body was quivering with the need storming through her.
She ran her hand up Axton’s long, hard cock. When he groaned, she marveled that she could elicit a reaction like that. She closed her fingers over his thick length. She knew she’d be able to take him inside her, but touching him like this…well, she did wonder how he’d possibly fit.
“Enough.” He pulled her hand away and pushed her back onto the bed.
“But I hadn’t finished—”
“You can explore more later.”
“I want to taste you.”
His groan was long and gratifying. He put one knee on the bed, looming over her. “Later. You get your mouth anywhere near me, I’ll come all over the bed like a teenager.”
“Really?”
“Really.” He nudged her legs apart and dropped down on top of her.
As she took his weight, she suddenly felt small…and very feminine. She was used to being one of the strongest, the fastest…
“Stop thinking.” He nipped at her lips. “Are you ready?”
“I couldn’t possibly get any more ready.” She felt the head of his cock nudge her, and she stilled.
He pushed, just the head lodging inside her. Then he stopped.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered fiercely.
“I’m…trying to go slowly,” he said between gritted teeth.
“Why?” She wrapped her arms around him, felt his body straining. “I’m not delicate, Axton. I’m not soft. I want you. All of you. Hard and fast.”
“Baby,” he breathed the word, then slid in another inch.
Oh, it felt good. “More. I want all of you. Take me.”
He groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you. You…you’re tight.”
“Take me, Axton.”
He hovered there, just circling the thick head inside her.
Damn noble man. Xenia wound her leg around him, her heel pressing into his firm ass. And used her strength.
She gained herself another delicious inch. “Take me, damn you.”
He growled and pulled out a little before he surged inside her.
Her head fell back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Oh, he filled her up. It felt good, right. Perfect. She felt like she’d been waiting a lifetime to feel this, to have this man inside her.
It was like some barrier had broken and his control shattered. He thrust inside her, stretching her, making her feel so good.
“Baby,” he groaned.
The rhythm of his thrusts lost any sign of measured control until he was pounding inside her.
Her blood was so hot she felt like she was burning up.
Desire was a tight coil in her belly and growing tighter by the second.
She scored his back, knew her nails had left a mark, but she was completely lost to the pure fire of loving him.
He took her mouth, his kiss wild and needy. He drank from her lips. His hands reached back and took hers. He slammed them above her head and his fingers entwined with hers.
Her previous orgasms had been slow builds. Desire piling on desire until she’d burst.
This one crashed into her like a runaway comet.
Xenia cried out, sobbing Axton’s name.
A second later, he bucked against her, holding his cock lodged deep inside her as his release hit.
Sensation poured over her. The scent of Axton mixed with the musk of sex. The beautiful stream of moonlight falling over his dark skin. The feel of his hot body against hers. The sound of his ragged breathing against her neck. And the taste of his kisses still on her lips.
Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this moment.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured against her skin.
It should have been sweet, but instead, she tensed. And now that he’d had her? She knew Axton had his choice of women. From high-profile society Centaxians to ambassadors’ daughters, women flocked around him, hoping to become Prime Consort.
Xenia knew one day he would find one of those glittery society ladies to be his consort. She’d be gentle, well-spoken, gracious. She’d be able to make small talk with ambassadors and magnates, host parties, and do a bunch of other hostess things.
The thought of small talk and parties made her mouth go dry.
What the Prime Consort wouldn’t be was a CenSec.
“Hey, whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”
She glanced up and saw intense green-gold eyes staring down at her.
He traced a finger over her kiss-swollen lips. “So now...”
She swallowed. “Now?”
“I want you again.”
He rolled, flipping her so she was on top, straddling his hard stomach.
She steadied herself, palms flat against his chest, and pondered the implications of the new position.
He smiled. “That’s right, baby. The control’s all yours.”
She smiled. Then gripped his still-hard cock, lifted her hips, and sank down on him.
His smile wiped away. The muscles in his neck strained. “Fuck.”
“I intend to.” She rocked her hips. Oh, he felt even bigger this way. “I’m a quick learner, all my Security instructors said so. I think I’ve learned enough from you the first time around to get the hang of this.”
“Xenia.” A primal growl.
Desire roared through her, chasing away any trace of her dark thoughts. She rose up until just the mushroom head of him was left inside her, then she sank back down. “I’ll need practice. A lot of practice.”