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His other hand, the one covered in dried blood from defending my honor, cups the back of my head, gently holding me, trapped against the table, while his hand between my thighs starts shamelessly fucking me.
Two of his fingers pump into my slick entrance while another dominates my clit, making wanton moans crawl up my throat.
For minutes, Axel holds me down like this, praising, “Mmm. Such a good girl.” It’s hot and humbling as he probes, pleasing my pussy while I’m passive, greedily taking whatever he gives me and mewling for more.
“You’re soaking my hand,” he coaxes. “You love it when your king plays with your wet pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes, my king.” I feel so lewd and loved; he’s going to make me come. “I’ll be a good girl for you. I want you in my pussy, my mouth, my ass. Please, Axel, make me taste you. Make me fuck you and?—”
“Fuck, Ruby,” he sighs. “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait any more. Do it. Taste me.”
Gently, he pulls his hands away and tugs me to stand. Turning me around, he grabs the open lapels of my shirtdress and rips the remaining buttons open.
“Take it off,” he demands. “Take it all off for me and sit in your chair.”
I shrug my dress off my shoulders, letting it puddle around my feet while I unclasp my bra and fling it across the room. Shimmying out of my panties, I keep my eyes locked on Axel’s.
They’re fiery ice while he commands, “Keep your heels on and sit on your chair. Spread your legs, and let me watch you play with your pussy while you suck my cock.”
“Yes, my king.”
Desire melts my muscles, my bones turning liquid with it as I settle on the kitchen chair before him.
He reaches down and lifts my hand, cupping it over the thick erection in his pants. “Whose cock is this?”
“Yours, my king.”
“Try again, my queen.” He traces his bloody thumb over my bottom lip. “Whodo I belong to?”
In one moment, Axel’s feral. In another, he’s ferocious. Always, he’s possessive and protective. But right now, he’s open and giving…
And mine.
“Me, my king. You belong to me.”
“That’s right,” he urges, unfastening his pants and dragging his zipper down. “This is yours.”
As he reaches into his boxers, I lick my lips, relishing the reveal of what’s mine, jutting so hard and swollen before me. The steel jewelry gleaming above his thick shaft traps my stare.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“I love it,” I sigh.
“This is the first ring I’ll give you, Ruby. Kiss it. You’re the only woman who ever will.”
I’m surprised he hasn’t let another do it, but I obey. I want to. I’m drawn to Axel’s flesh. To his piercing. To his scent: bergamot, cold water, musk, and man. His dark hair is trimmed around his jewelry. It tickles my lips as I close my eyes and kiss his warm, metal ring—the one designed to please his partner.
The reverent moan from Axel as he sinks his bloody hand into my hair, pressing my kiss to his flesh, unlocks somethinginside me. Something I’ve never given to a man. I don’t know what it is, but it’s his.
In a daze, I lift my stare, and he surprises me. Bending down, his finger lifts my chin, his lips taking mine in a kiss that ignites from sensitive to salacious, his hunger obvious and impatient.
“Now.” He pulls away, fisting my hair. “Wrap those stubborn lips around my cock, and let me finally fuck your throat.”
But I defy him with a smirk.
Staring up at him, I slowly drag my tongue under his base, up his long shaft, over his turgid veins to his swollen crown, and lave over his sensitive tip until I make him lurch when I flick his salty, dripping slit.
“Fuucckk, dirty girl,” he groans. “You want to play? You want to tease my cock, Wildfire? Go ahead.”