Page 80 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

“I don’t think you have any idea how happy you just made me.”

I grip her hips and lift, picking her up and setting her on the edge of the counter, gently pushing open her thighs.

“Axel . . .” she says, all breathy and low.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I keep my eyes on her as I spread her legs, then I’m dropping back down to my knees. I don’t look between us as much as I want to, but I don’t need to see to know my way around her pussy by now. I’ve kissed her between her thighs enough times to know exactly where I need to be. She holds me hostage as I dip my head down and stick out my tongue. Her tears have dried up, her features showing that look of awe and arousal that I love so much. I focus on her clit, swirling my tongue around the spot until her hips start to move, a hand threading through my hair and pulling me closer.That’s my girl. Use me.

She tastes so fucking good. I want to take my time with her, want to bury my face between her thighs and never come up for air. I suck her clit between my lips, pulsing and sucking on her sweet spot. I slip my fingers between us, finding her hole and pressing two fingers inside her.

“Ohhh!” she moans as I curl upward, searching for her G-spot. “Oh, god, Axel.”

“You like that, sweetheart? Fuck, look at you.” The towel has long fallen free, exposing her small chest and pretty, pert nipples, the scars that run across the left side of her collarbone, neck, and jaw. It’s the first time I’ve seen her completely naked, and I’m in awe of the vision in front of me.

I devour her, slowly rubbing against that sweet spot deep inside her while lapping at her swollen, needy clit. I’ve eaten this pussy every single night since the first time, and I’ll never get tired of it. Sienna throws her head backward as she unravels, her arousal soaking my lips and coating my tongue. She tastes so fucking good.

I lick her through her orgasm, pushing her right into asecond. She spasms around me, her tight pussy walls clenching my fingers and gripping tight, legs shaking around my head. Fuck, I want to feel her wrapped around my cock. I want to be as close to her as physically possible. This has always been enough for me, exploring, taking our time, easing her into everything, but right now, I’m hoping she wants the same thing.

I keep my eyes on her, lapping at her center until she starts to come down, her silky center so soft against my tongue. But I’m fucking ravenous. Hungry. Starving. I kiss over her puffy lips, pubic area, nuzzling my nose through her short hair, kissing up her stomach and ribs, my hands sliding up her sides. Then they’re right under her breasts, my thumbs swiping back and forth just below them while my tongue licks up her sternum, kissing my way over her chest, taking my time to kiss her scars, my tongue tracing the lines over her collarbone, the deep ridges in her neck. Sienna shivers in my arms, and I know it’s not from the cold.

“Is this okay?” I breathe against her soft, marred skin.

“Yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.”

“God, as much as I like hearing you beg, baby, you never have to with me.”

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 sofucking 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.