Page 7 of Axel (Riders of Retribution #1)

Axel

As soon as I feel Hazel’s lips against mine, all of my walls start crumbling around me.

The little bit of self control I’ve held onto dissolves.

The only thing I can think about is getting closer to this woman, showing her how much she’s come to mean to me in such a short amount of time, making her mine without a shadow of a doubt.

I cup her face in my hands, pulling her closer to me as I deepen our connection. I make no attempts to conceal my hunger for her. Licking desperately into her mouth, I chase her taste, pouring the things I don’t know how to say into the action.

She responds in kind, though her own actions are a little sloppy. I assume it’s nerves, but a part of me hopes it’s inexperience. In fact, my cock twitches with interest at the idea of being the only person to touch her intimately.

As my mind screams Claim! Claim! Claim! I give in. With my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, I let my hands roam over her body. Her curves combined with the nurse’s strength I can feel just beneath her skin only makes my cock harder, driving me more wild.

My palms dance over her sides, squeezing her hips. The movement of her mouth against mine stutters, but I take it as a good sign. Slowly, I drag my hand up her stomach, relishing the way her breath stutters. But, when I reach her breasts, she goes rigid.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, pulling away and resting my hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” Hazel says breathlessly, glancing at her lap. “Just…”

“What is it, angel?” I say, ducking my head to catch her eyes.

“Well…” she murmurs, her face getting bright red in the moonlight. “I’ve never… done this before?”

“Done this?” I say, already knowing what she’s getting at but needing her to say it out loud.

“The most I’ve ever done before now is kissing,” she says, looking up at the sky with a nervous smile on her face. “I hope… I hope that’s not a problem.”

“It’s the opposite of a problem,” I groan as my cock twitches hard in my pants. I cradle her cheek in my palm, turning her attention back to me. “Will you let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” she all but whispers.

“Good,” I reply, connecting our lips again. I don’t let the kiss get too deep, and when she starts to relax into me, I pull back and say, “Lie down for me, beautiful.”

She does as I ask, her body just fitting on the blanket I spread for us. With a gentleness I didn’t know I had, a gentleness I suspect is only for Hazel, I kiss her once more. She makes a soft, satisfied noise, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in closer.

As our kiss slowly gets more intense, her mouth opening up to allow me deeper access, I slip off the blue scrubs and her panties. She lifts her hips to help, and I’m emboldened by her eagerness. Once the garments are deposited to the side, I swipe a finger through her wetness.

“Already dripping for me,” I murmur against her mouth.

Before she can respond, I pull away, sliding down the length of her body. Stationed between her legs, I get a mouthwatering view of her pussy dripping in the moonlight. With a growl, I lean in, lapping up her sweetness.

Above me, Hazel makes a strangled noise. Her body tenses as she experiences pleasure that’s entirely new to her. My arousal pulses in my jeans, and I lean in for more, savoring her sounds and her flavor.

Her fingers thread through my hair, her short nails scratching at my scalp. Electric shocks of desire course through me, prompting me to dig in deeper. I want to make her scream my name. I need her to associate this kind of ecstasy with me and me alone.

As I lick at her folds, plunging my tongue into her opening, I can’t help but think that nothing else has felt as right as this moment.

I accept that the awful things that happened to me as a kid led me here.

I’m grateful for them, grateful for every single seemingly inconsequential thing that led me to my angel.

I shift my attention upward, changing the target of my ministrations from her pussy to her clit.

Her reaction is immediate and a goddamn work of art.

She gasps into the night, her grip getting tighter.

She squeezes her legs around my head, trying to pull me in even closer, to focus more attention on the part of her that wants it the most.

I’m happy to oblige, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves. I send shocks of delight through her, making her writhe in response. Then I close my lips around the nub and suck.

“Oh, shit,” she curses, pushing her hips hard against my mouth. “That’s– oh my god, Axel.”

That’s exactly what I want to hear. My name sounds like Heaven coming out of those sinfully perfect lips. I want more. I need more.

I hum, hoping she takes the sound as the encouragement it is. My angel is quick on the uptake, grinding against me harder, making desperate noises. Pleas spill from the tip of her tongue.

“Axel!” she exclaims, the grip she has on my head getting impossibly tighter. “Axel, I’m–”

She’s close. She can’t finish her sentence, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she’s about to tumble over the edge. I grind my cock against the ground through my jeans, groaning as her taste gets more intense.

When she cums, it’s with a shout of my name. She says it like a prayer, like I’m her salvation. And I lap it up the same way I’m lapping up her juices.

I work her through her orgasm, my dick leaking in my boxers. God, I can’t wait to be inside this girl. I can’t wait to fill her up with my seed. I’ve already marked her, now it’s time to claim her as mine and mine alone.

Her pleasure subsides slowly, and when she’s reduced to quiet whines and soft whimpers, I pull back. She’s staring at me like I hung the moon, like my presence is more impressive than the stars lighting the night sky above us. It’s intoxicating.

“Axel,” she whispers.

I crawl back up the length of her body, kissing her again. My tongue plunges inside her mouth, letting her get an idea of just how fucking good she tastes. I grind against her, desperately needing relief.

She’s a virgin, though. If I want to get inside her, to pop that sweet, sweet cherry, I can’t do it here. The ride back to my place is going to be torture, but that’s where we need to go.

“Get dressed,” I growl when we part, my chest heaving with the effort to keep the beast in me under control.

“What? Why?” she asks, propping herself up on her elbows.

God, she looks so cute all confused like that. The innocence that’s rolling off of her is intoxicating. If we don’t get a move on soon, I’m not going to be able to wait. I’m going to take her right here.

“Because I’m taking you back to my place,” I say, thrusting her clothes into her hands. “Our night is just beginning, Angel.”