I hated the tears in her eyes. The fear in her voice stilled my heart. The panic in her face made me shake as my hand tightened into the knotted locks of her hair that I wanted to break free from her scalp. That fucking bitch had scared her to death, and as far as I was concerned, that was grounds for termination of life. No one fucked with what was ours. No one left our family shivering in fear the way Brielle shivered against me.
“Please,” she whispered desperately, “promise me, Axton.”
I nuzzled my nose against hers. “It’s the least that I can do. I promise.”
“Good.”
But my hand didn’t move.
“Axe?” she asked.
I swallowed hard. “Yep?”
“You, uh, gonna let me go now?”
I chuckled. “And if I do?”
She shrugged. “And if you don’t?”
My cock jumped at her words. “Don’t approve something you’re not ready for, gorgeous.”
“Who says I haven’t been ready?”
She clapped her hand behind my head before yanking me down, and I have to admit, the bold move shocked me. I had always been the aggressor. The chaser. The predator that caught its prey. But it seemed as if I had gotten tangled into her woven web first. The instant our lips connected; her sweet taste held me hostage. The warmth of her tongue pulsed my cock, growing it against my jeans. The beast within its cage rattled free, breaking the chained bonds of a promise I had made to myself long ago. I’d never get tangled up with someone again. I’d never allow my heart to slip from my grasp.
Yet, as our lips crashed together, I lost myself.
“Come here,” I growled.
It was a sensation I had craved for fucking days, and she went limp against me. I rolled over, towering over her as she placed her hands behind her body to prop herself up. I lowered her down onto the bed. My knee forced her legs open and the smell of that juicy pussy of hers filled my nostrils. A growl dripped from my mouth, rattling against her teeth and she moaned down the back of my throat. Her hands flew to my hair. I placed my own on either side of her head as I hovered over her, feeling the warmth of her curves invite me in for more, and the way her hands tore my leather jacket off sprung my cock to attention.
I had to taste her.
I couldn’t wait a second longer.
So, I stood up, grabbed those baggy-ass sweatpants at her thighs, and ripped them down her legs.
“Axe!” she exclaimed breathlessly.
I gazed at her tasty pussy. “Good thing I came hungry.”
I grabbed her ankles and pulled them up to me, tossing her legs over my shoulders. I stood there, with her feet wiggling behind my head as my hands splayed out over her calves. I ran them up her legs, watching her pussy folds jump for me while her glistening arousal leaked from her entrance. I’d never seen such a glorious sight. A strong, sensuous woman, bared for me as her excess molded to my muscles.
I wouldn’t let her go without a fucking fight, I tell you.
I perched on the edge of the bed on my knees, wrapping my arms around her hips and holding the lower part of her body up to my mouth. Her shoulders sat heavily against the bed as her lower body leaned against mine, seemingly suspending her in midair. I grinned at the way she shoved her cunt into my face. Her soaking wet lower lips unfurled for me, dripping with need as her clit slithered out to greet me. And when I leaned forward, I darted my tongue out for a taste.
She curled her hands into the mangled sheets we had left behind last night.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted.
I held her against me, lapping her pulsing clit as the back of her legs tightened against my chest. My tongue explored her folds, lapping up her offering to me as her moans filled the air. She gasped and groaned. She bowed her back out just to get her clit a bit closer to my lips. And as I watched her contort herself for my viewing pleasure, I had mercy on her body.
“Mine,” I growled, folding her legs in half against her chest.
“Axe!” she cried out.
