Page 145 of Axe Marks the Spot

I moan, wrists straining again, his beard tickling my flesh as he works all the sensation back into my breast. When he’s done, he does the other one, and a fresh wave of arousal wets my pussy.

I didn’t know it was possible so soon, especially after I squirted—another thing I didn’t think I was capable of. I’ve read about it online and wondered, but thought only some women could do it. But with Dane, I’m starting to see that anything is possible, especially when it comes to the things he can make my body feel and do.

With the suction cups now gone, he brushes his hand over my nipples, and I hiss. The bastard smirks before his fingers trail up my arms and over my armpits. I squirm and buck, but he only laughs, the vibration of it going straight to my overly sensitive clit.

He undoes the leather cuff on my right wrist, then my left. He checks my skin and kisses the inside of each wrist on my pulse point before he checks in with me.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I reply, even if my arms feel a bit like noodles.

Dane shifts off me, but before I can wonder where he’s going, he lies beside me on the mattress and tugs my body into him, pulling my leg over his so my center is lined up against his cock.

It’s hot and long, and the wetness of his pre-cum stains my skin. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside me, I’d ask if I could use my mouth to tease him. But I need him, more than I think I’ve needed anything in my life.

His strong palm grips my outer thigh, and he thrusts his hips up so his shaft slides over my slit. When I moan, he captures it with his mouth, his tongue sliding along mine as we start a now-familiar dance. He sucks and licks, and I grip his shoulder, allowing him to delve deeper into my mouth. By the time he pulls away, my lips are swollen, and I’m aching for him. Sir uses his fingers to grasp my chin.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asks.

I think he already knows the answer before I say it. I want to feel him. All of him. “No.”

The word sparks something in Dane’s eyes, and a growl leaves his chest. He rolls me back with only the strength a man like him can have and pins me to the mattress, the wide head of his cock prodding at my cunt. His cunt.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a brow raised. “There’s no going back after this, baby. You’ll be mine.” He leans down and bites my lower lip, pulling back as he rolls his hips teasingly against me. “I won’t be able to let you go.”

I bring my hand up, my wrist red from the cuff, and touch the collar on my neck. The silver O-ring is cool beneath my touch. “I thought I already was.”

He pauses, his eyes softening. For a moment, I think I said something wrong, but then his lips are back on mine in a punishing kiss. My chest arches up, sensitive nipples brushing against his hard pecs.

He moans into my mouth, his hips thrusting forward as his tongue massages mine. One of his hands brushes down my side, over my stomach, and moves between us. He positions his cock directly at my entrance, nudging the head inside.

He parts from my lips, our breathing labored. “Tell me who you belong to, Lindsey.”

“You, Sir. I belong to you.”

He smiles wolfishly, pressing the tip of himself just slightly inside, making me whine in need.

“And tell me who this cunt belongs to.” He pushes just a tiny bit farther. “Say my name.”

“You, Dane,” I gasp. “Only you.”

In one smooth thrust, he sheaths himself inside my pussy. My mouth parts in a silent cry as he stretches and fills me. He grunts, his body falling forward so our hips are completely flush with each other and his hands brace on either side of my head.

My fingers dig into his hips to hold him in place as his forehead drops to mine. We both still, the importance of the moment freezing us. Our breathing is the only sound in the room, and after a few moments, he lifts his head. “You feel so good, baby.”

My fingers flex on his hips, and I swallow back the emotion building in my chest. I’ve never felt so full, so on fire from the inside out.

“You do, too,” I murmur.

He brushes a lock of damp hair from my face before his hips slowly start to move back. I gasp, my fingers digging into his skin again.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

“No.” I shake my head. “You’re a lot, but I like it.”

His familiar smirk tugs at his lips before he retorts, “Of course you do.”

I pinch his hip, and he growls, a dangerous sound that makes my toes curl. He pulls back, and the sensation of his big dick sliding out of me, the curved tip dragging along my inner walls, has me moaning and lifting my hips up to chase him.