Instead, he drops his face to mine, his lips moving over mine in a soft caress.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks me, pulling back.
My skin sizzles with sensitivity as he moves across my neck, dropping little kisses against my skin. “No. But I’m sure.”
His hand curls around my waist, his arms braced on his elbows as he continues his slow assault on my body, his mouth tracing over my light camisole.
Fingers tracing the thin lace at the bottom, he glances up at me. “Take this off for me?”
Wriggling, I tug at the hem as he helps to push it up my body, slowly revealing my breasts to him. My nipples peak in the cool air of the early morning, and he reverently strokes his finger over them.
“Luckiest alpha on the planet,” he murmurs. “Look at these pretty breasts, Gabrielle. These nipples, little and pink and needy.”
I nearly lift off the bed when he sucks one between his lips, the pulling sensation unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“Axel!”
He releases one, his tongue dancing over it before moving across to the other.
My head tips back against the pillow as I push myself into him, wanting more.
I want to beconsumedby him.
It feels like he’s everywhere, but it’s not enough, the empty feeling inside me growing into a clenching in my abdomen that borders on pain.
“Please,” I half moan, half sob. “More.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
He moves away from my breasts, continuing down my body, pressing his lips to my navel and moving down until my abdomen flutters underneath his soft administration.
When his fingers hook into my shorts, I impatiently shove them down, hastily kicking them off when they catch on my ankle.
He gives me an admonishing look. “So impatient.”
Staring down at him, my heart pulses at howmuchhe is. Leaning on his elbows, his head between my legs, this alpha with the huge body and even bigger heart.
I fight not to blush when he drops his head, looking straight between my legs.
“Beautiful.” His throaty growl ripples between us. “You’re so beautiful, Gabrielle. Everywhere."
I feel it, when his hands are constantly touching me, worshiping me, everywhere I need them to be. Touching, stroking, pinching.
My slick pulses from me, a steady stream demonstrating how wet I am for him. How much I need him.
Axel sits upwards, his eyes on me as he pushes his boxers down.
His cock springs free, and my eyes bulge at the sheer side of him. Thick, defined, it juts out proudly, a thick vein running down the side.
“You’re… definitely in proportion,” I croak, blinking.
That is absolutely not going to fit.
He laughs, a low, breathless sound before he presses more kisses to the inside of my thighs. His finger traces me again, circling before sinking into me.
“So wet for me, little spoon.” He adds another finger, then another, scissoring them until I feel myself stretching, my body accommodating everything he gives me and still leaving me wanting more.
He climbs back up my body, settling in, his face leaning over mine as he kisses me again, angling himself so he nudges against my entrance.
