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I step between his legs, running my hands along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath my fingertips. There's something intoxicating about having this powerful man watching me with such hunger in his eyes.

"I'm going to take my time with you," I whisper, leaning down to press my lips to his collarbone.

His breath catches as I trail kisses down his chest, following the intricate lines of his tattoos. The wolf design is beautiful and it's almost alive under my touch. I trace it with my tongue, tasting the salt of his skin, and feeling him shiver beneath me.

"Dahlia," he groans, his hands finding my hips.

I sink lower, dropping to my knees between his legs, my mouth exploring the hard planes of his stomach. The night air is cool against my bare skin, but I'm burning up inside. Each sound he makes sends another wave of heat straight to my core.

Axl's head falls back as I reach the waistband of his jeans. "Fuck, we should go inside," he manages, his voice strained.

I look up at him through my lashes, nodding slowly. "Take me to bed, rock star."

He stands and lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him press against me through his jeans. His mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss as he carries me across the terrace, through the sliding doors, and into his bedroom.

The room is dominated by an enormous bed with dark sheets. He drops me onto it, and the mattress bounces slightly beneath me. Before I can catch my breath, he's over me, his weight supported on his arms as he captures my mouth again.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he murmurs against my lips.

His mouth moves down my neck, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone. When he reaches my breasts, still covered in black lace, he looks up at me, and I arch my back in a silent invitation. He groans and lowers his head to suck one nipple through the thin fabric.

"Oh god," I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair.

He takes his time, sucking on my breast before moving to the other. The combination of his hot mouth and the rough lace creates a friction that has me squirming beneath him. When he finally reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, I lift slightly to help him remove it.

"They are so full," he breathes, taking in the sight of me.

His mouth returns to my breasts, this time with nothing between us. The wet heat of his tongue circling my nipple sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I moan as he sucks harder, using just enough teeth to make me gasp.

His hand slides down my stomach, and fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties.

The heat of his touch is electric, but suddenly I'm seized by a need to be in control.

I've spent so much of the last few weeks reacting to my changing body, to the alphas around me, to the crisis at hand. Tonight, I want to lead.

I catch his wrist, stopping his movement. "Wait."

He freezes immediately. "Is everything okay?"

"More than okay," I assure him. "But I want to be in control tonight."

A slow smile spreads across his face, as his eyes darken with desire. "Anything you want, darling. I'm all yours."

He rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. The power shift is intoxicating. I straddle his hips, feeling his hardness pressing against me through his jeans. I lean down to kiss him deeply, my hair falling around us like a curtain.

"You have no idea how sexy you are right now," he says, his hands running up my sides.

I smile against his lips, then begin my journey down his body. I take my time, exploring every inch of his chest with my mouth. When I reach his nipples, I take one between my teeth, mimicking what he did to me. His sharp intake of breath tells me he likes it.

"Fuck, Dahlia," he groans, his hips lifting slightly beneath me.

I continue lower, tracing the lines of his abs with my tongue. When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I unbutton them slowly, teasingly. He lifts his hips to help as I pull them down, leaving him in just his boxers.

The outline of his cock is prominent through the thin fabric. I trace it with my finger, watching his face as his jaw tightens with restraint.

"These need to go too," I say, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

I pull them down, and his cock springs free, hard and ready.

"Well," I murmur, wrapping my hand around him. "No wonder you're so confident."

He laughs, the sound turning into a groan as I stroke him slowly. "That's all for you, baby."

I continue my leisurely pace, watching his reactions carefully. His breathing quickens when I twist my wrist slightly at the top, and his hands fist in the sheets when I use my thumb to spread the bead of moisture at his tip.

Then I stop, my hand stilling completely.

"Don't tease me," he growls, his hips jerking involuntarily.

I lock my eyes with his, maintaining the connection as I lower my head. His pupils dilate as he realizes what I'm about to do. Slowly, deliberately, I take him into my mouth.

"Holy fuck," he gasps, one hand moving to tangle in my hair.

I take him deeper, loving the weight of him on my tongue. His taste is masculine and heady, and the sounds he makes as I bob my head drive me wild. His hand in my hair doesn't push or pull, it just follows my movements, occasionally tightening when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"That's it," he encourages. "You take my cock so beautifully."

His words send a thrill through me. I increase my pace, taking him deeper, using my hand on what doesn't fit in my mouth. I can feel him tensing, and his thighs hardening beneath me.

"Dahlia," he warns, his grip on my hair tightening. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

I pull my mouth away, looking up at him. His chest is heaving, and his eyes are wild with need.

"I want you to cum inside me," I tell him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he swears, his cock twitching at my words. “I love you... I fucking love you."

I stand up from the bed and take off my panties. His eyes follow my every move as I slide them down my legs, stepping out of them completely. I'm now entirely naked before him, and the hunger in his gaze makes me feel powerful.

I climb back onto the bed, straddling him again. Instead of taking him inside me immediately, I position myself so my wet center slides against his length. The friction is exquisite, and I can't help the moan that escapes me.

"Oh god," I breathe, rocking against him again. "That feels so good."

I continue this torturous movement, feeling him slide through my folds without entering me. I'm dripping wet, so my arousal coats him, making the glide smooth and delicious. The sound is obscene, and it only turns me on more.

"Dahlia," Axl groans beneath me, his hands gripping my hips. "You're killing me."

I smile down at him, feeling wicked and free. The old Dahlia would never do this. But I'm not that woman anymore. I've changed, evolved, and I'm embracing every new aspect of myself.

I reach between us and take his cock in my hand. I position him at my entrance, holding his gaze as I slowly sink down onto him.

"Ahhh," I gasp as he fills me completely. The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much but perfect all at once. "Oh my god."

I stay still for a moment, adjusting to his size. He watches me with wonder, his hands gentle on my hips now, giving me time.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs.

I begin to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming as I feel so full, so stretched, so perfectly connected to him.

"It's so fucking good," I moan, increasing my pace slightly. "Axl, it's so good."

His hands move to my breasts, cupping them as they bounce with my movements. I lean forward slightly, changing the angle.

"Suck my breasts,"

He sits up partially and wraps one arm around my waist to support me as his mouth captures one nipple. The new position drives him even deeper inside me, and I cry out at the intensity.

"Yes," I pant, grinding down harder. "Just like that."

He switches to my other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking hard. The dual sensation of his cock inside me and his mouth on my breast pushes me closer to the edge.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. "You're riding my cock like you were made for it."

His words ignite something primal in me. I move faster, chasing my pleasure with single-minded determination. He meets each of my downward movements with an upward thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper.

"I'm close," I gasp, feeling the pressure building inside me. "So close."

"That's it, baby," he encourages, and he slides his hand between us to circle my clit. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

His touch is electric, precisely where I need it. My movements become erratic as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

"Axl!" I cry out as the dam breaks, waves of ecstasy washing over me.

I clench my pussy around him as I cum hard. The intensity is so great that I feel a gush of wetness release from me, soaking us both.

"Fuck," Axl groans, his eyes wide with wonder. "Did you just…"

He doesn't finish the thought as his own orgasm overtakes him. With a guttural moan, he thrusts up one final time, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me. I feel the hot spurts of his release, filling me completely.

We stay connected for a long moment, both of us panting and trembling with aftershocks. When I finally lift myself off him, I feel his cum dripping from me, and running down my inner thigh in a way that should be messy but feels strangely intimate.

"Let's take a shower."

Axl and I stumble into his enormous bathroom, our limbs still weak from pleasure, unable to keep our hands off each other. We step under the warm water.

I close my eyes, letting it wash away the sweat and evidence of our passion. When I open them again, Axl is watching me with an intensity that makes my heart skip.

"What?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.