Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“What?!” Nick protests, but he’s already pushing to his feet. “Fine, I’ll take Jace’s up to him too.”
“Axel, what…” I breathe, as Nick hurries out of the room with two bowls in his hands, pausing in the doorway to shoot me a wink before he runs off. “Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you like what I made?”
“Hush,” Axel interrupts, cutting off my paranoid train of thought. “The food looks and smells amazing, Ava. But first, I’m hungry for more than pasta.”
“Oh,” I whisper, heat rushing through me all at once.
With quick movements, Axel clears the dishes from the central counter so it’s clear. I gasp loudly as he grabs me, his hands cupping my ass and lifting me to sit on the counter. He leans over me, making me fall back onto the marble, but he wraps his hand around the back of my head to cushion my fall. That thoughtfulness makes butterflies explode in my stomach, and I can practically feel myself falling more in love with him.
“I’m starving, angel,” Axel says, his voice going gravelly with need. “Spread those pretty thighs and let me eat my fill.”
I’ve barely seen him all day, and I was hoping to ask him questions about how his missions went over dinner, but my brain is scrambled by the way Axel slides his hands up my thighs and pulls them apart. My knees fall to the side, and the flowy maxi skirt I’m wearing bunches up around my hips as Axel hooks his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down.
The day after I arrived, a bunch of clothes all in my size appeared in Axel’s room. I have no idea how he got my size without me telling him, but the clothes are all beautiful and far nicer than anything else I’ve worn. Axel has spoiled me rotten, and apparently, he doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon.
“Axel!” I gasp as he groans, staring directly at my pussy where I’m spread out for him. “I haven’t seen you all day. How…how was your day? Did the—” My questions are cut off as he bites the flesh of my thigh, making wetness flood me. I’m so turned on I can barely think.
Axel chuckles softly as he reaches the apex of my thighs, hot breath puffing over sensitive skin. “My day is much better now, angel.”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on me, and I lose control of my tongue. All I can do is moan and gasp and cry out his name, loud enough that I’m sure wherever Nick and Jace are in this house they can hear me. I can’t stop, though, not when Axel is eating me like I’m the meal he’s been craving all day.
“So fucking delicious,” Axel moans against me, licking from my entrance to my clit, running the flat of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips rise off the counter, my body pushing closer to him in silent need. “That’s it, Ava. Ride my face. Good fucking girl.”
Oh God.
My body moves of its own accord, lost in the fog of need, chasing the pleasure winding tight and hot low inside me. When he sucks on my clit, I’m gone. I shatter on the counter, my hands grabbing his hair and tugging as I come on his tongue.
When he raises his head, his pupils are blown, black nearly overtaking the blue. I need more. I need him.
“Ava,” he says, his breathing as ragged as mine, as though what he’s just done to me affected him too. There’s an unspoken question in the way he says my name, and I nod furiously.
“Please, Axel,” I beg, uncaring about the fact I’m pleading. I love the way it unravels him, the way his jaw tenses and his eyes darken. “I need you.”
His hands go to the front of his pants, unzipping his trousers. He pauses before he takes himself out, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“You need me to fuck you, angel?” he asks, his filthy words making me shudder. “Need me to fill up that perfect, needy little pussy until there’s no denying who you belong to? Need me to claim you right here, spread out on the kitchen counter where anyone could see you, huh?”
I know that nobody will dare to walk in on us, but the way he says it, like he’s daring them to come see what he does to me, makes me even wetter.
“Yes,” I tell him, desperate.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Axel groans, and I gasp when he finally shoves his boxers down, revealing his perfect cock. My thighs try to close, to clench together to relieve some of the pressure building in me, but his big hands grab my legs and push them wide. “You’re mine, angel. Mine to stare at. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck.”