Highly motivated to have her alone, his libido raced as he searched for somewhere discreet, somewhere private. And when he caught sight of an even more overgrown path, he led them into it.
Ten steps in, and he had her pressed against a tree, devouring her lips, one of her legs hitched up around his waist.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he managed.
This.
This was what she’d been waiting for all evening.
The surrender of herself. By allowing him to breach her defenses, she could lay her desires bare. Propriety was non-existent. All that mattered was the sensation of his cock pressing against her center, of his mouth laving at one breast and then the other.
All that mattered was the piercing anticipation of knowing she was going to be thoroughly, fantastically ravished by this magnificent man.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Was that her voice? Deep, guttural. It didn’t matter. The rules that once defined her life lay in a million pieces on the dance floor behind them. “I want you in me.”
“Fucking you?” The harsh sounds of his voice filled a void she had never wanted to admit existed. This man… wanted her… violently.
“Yes.”
He released her hands, dropping his own to unfasten his trousers. Yes. This was what she wanted.
Desperately.
Violently.
Moonlight caught his face, revealing the jagged edge of his scar. His brows were furrowed, his gaze intent. Everything about this should be terrifying, but it wasn’t. Axel could be like this, growling, looking as though he was out of control, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was safe with him.
Her back pressing against the tree, his hands gripping her thighs, she welcomed him into her body, relishing the exquisite invasion. So large-, thrusting deeper, filling her. She raised her hips, wanting to feel him everywhere and not caring that her hair was caught in the branches behind her, or that the sounds coming out of her resembled something a wild animal would make.
“Felicity,” he chanted her name against her lips and then her skin, wherever he could taste her. “So beautiful.”
He owned her. She was his. She’d locked this part of herself away for too long, hiding her deepest emotions, her fears, her anger. No more. No more!
“Axel.” And then… “Fuck me. Harder.”
These wants were like simmering lava, and she, the rumbling volcano. White heat poured through her, seizing her muscles and nerves, heating her blood to a boil. Her soul went up in flames. Axel. Axel. Consume me. Own me.Become me.
Felicity thought it was over when he withdrew, but then he turned her around impatiently. “Brace yourself like this.” He placed her palms against the trunk of the tree, pushing her so she was bent over. Keeping one hand around her middle, he shoved her feet apart with his boots.
Dazed and startled, she found herself staring down at the ground. He must have sensed her hesitation, for he paused.
“Too much?” He had one hand on her hip, the other looped beneath her skirts, reaching down and fondling her from the front.
She shook her head. “No.”
“You like this?”
Very much. “I do.”
She ought to feel weak and satiated, but already she was on fire, needing him to fill her again. “Yes.”
He wasted no time, moving his hand to her hair, tugging on it so that her back arched as he entered her again. He moved faster this time. And oh, dear God, even harder.
Rules? What were rules? Her weight lifted off her feet as he clutched her, seeking his pleasure inside her body. The vortex from before grew more turbulent, and as he stiffened inside, releasing his seed, Felicity surrendered her soul a second time.
Clinging to the tree, she tried catching her breath while Axel rearranged her skirts and then fastened his trousers. Even after he’d wrapped his jacket around her and lowered them both onto the ground, her weak limbs had her feeling more like a string puppet than a live person.
