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Chapter ten

First Kiss

Kylie

P leasure inundated my entire being. I kissed Axel feeling sparks of life re-enter my system. God, this man’s sinful mouth remade me. The oppressive weight of my past disappeared with every clandestine stroke of his tongue against mine. I sank into his embrace. His taste exploded in my mouth, and I moaned. It was like drinking a shot of hundred-proof whiskey and was twice as potent.

How had I lived, how had I existed without being kissed like this?

Axel kissed me with a hunger that stole my every thought. An eraser wiping a chalkboard clean until nothing remained but him. The world outside my room and bed ceased to exist.

His tongue swept between my lips and tangled deeply with mine. A hunger grew inside me with every stroke, feeding flames of desire to new heights. His delectable mouth became the focal point of my universe. And the man had the softest lips alive for such a battle-hardened guy.

Axel fucking devoured me with his silken mouth. His tongue plundered the very depths of my soul. I burned. A flash fire flooded my veins. I had never known this amount of pleasure existed and could be experienced with only a kiss.

Axel conquered me until I was nothing but a writhing, clinging mass of need. I couldn’t see anything clearly but him.

I craved more than just his mouth. I wanted his touch. I yearned to feel the full length of him inside me. This man, this stranger, who’d held me and comforted me throughout the night, had awakened a woman I didn’t recognize, one who reveled in pleasure and exalted in her lover’s touch.

I’d been attracted to Axel the moment I met him. Axel was built like a tank with criminally rock-hard muscles I admired from afar. But now, with him wedged on top of me, I had to touch him. My hands sought his flesh like a drug addict craving their next hit. Gliding my fingers over his shoulders, I didn’t find an ounce of give.

The dude was ripped, a good two hundred forty pounds, and one of the sexiest men I’d ever encountered. And he kissed me as if my mouth held the keys to his salvation. It fucking devastated me. I moaned into his mouth, returning his kiss with equal fervor.

It had been years since I had felt something other than fear and pain. And this mountain of a man who looked like he could take on an entire army battalion single-handed made me yearn for more. Desire swept over me, guiding my movements as I caressed his chest through the material of his shirt. But I ached to feel his flesh.

In a hurry to feel more of him, I began unbuttoning his shirt. Was he covered in chest hair? Or was there a light dusting on his pecs and a happy trail I could follow from his navel to what I really wanted—his cock.

Axel tore his mouth away with a pained expression.

I whimpered as I looked at him. I needed his mouth back on mine in the worst way.

Axel shook his head, regret blazing in his jade eyes. “No. We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?” I licked my lips. “I want you. You want me. I don’t see a problem.”

He leveled me with a deep, penetrating stare and retreated, moving his glorious body off mine. “I’m scarred, Angel. And I’m not for someone as beautiful as you.”

Touched. Aroused. Needing to prove to him that his scars wouldn’t frighten me, I rose into a sitting position. His eyes widened when I gripped the hem of my chemise.

“What are you—”

I yanked the spaghetti strap chemise off and let him see my deceased husband’s handiwork. The sick fucker had liked to use knives on me. He burned my abdomen with knives after holding the blade over a flame.

Axel’s gaze slid over my torso, stopping at my bare breasts. Hunger darkened his gaze before he lowered it further. Shock made his brows rise, and then he menacingly scowled. “Who the fuck did this to you, Angel?”

“My husband. He wasn’t a good man. These he did for fun. He got off on doing it, on making me scream not from pleasure but from pain. But I really don’t want to talk about him right now.”

What I wanted was the big sexy brute who had held me like he cherished me. In nothing but a thong, I straddled his lap. Good lord, the guy was massive, with thick-hewn thighs and a body that dwarfed mine.

I shoved away any apprehension, stroking my hands over his broad chest. I was fascinated by his sheer size. I’d never been with such a big guy before. He fired every single one of my internal combustion engines, rocketing them into nuclear meltdown categories. And all he had done was kiss me.

What would happen if he touched me? If he stripped off my thong and put that big body of his to use, screwing my brains out? I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out.

“What do you think you’re doing, Angel?” But he knew. Lust darkened his features. Like he knew we should stop, but he was curious to see if I was bold enough to cross that boundary.

Lifting one of his huge palms that were bigger than my head, I rubbed my cheek against it. Then I stared him in the eyes and whispered, “Please don’t say no. Touch me. Please, it’s been so long—”

On a rough groan, he hooked his hand around my nape and brought our mouths an inch apart. He held us there, a breath apart. Our breaths mingled. I wanted to shout and ask what he was waiting for, but the words lodged in my throat.

“Tell me no,” he demanded. Like we would both be sorry if we crossed this line. And he was begging me not to venture over the line.

But here’s the thing, I had been denied pleasure for years. Pain had been my only companion. I existed in a world of darkness and misery for so long that the pleasure I experienced at his touch blotted it all out and made it a pale shadow with no hold over me. And I needed more from him. I needed everything.

If he didn’t touch me, it felt like I would die a slow, agonizing death.

Instead of a verbal response, I erased the distance, starved for another taste of his mouth on mine. And oh god, I adored the way his lips felt, soft as satin, but stronger than steel. It was an intoxicating combination that went straight to my loins.

Axel issued a deep, rumbling groan. His chest vibrated against my torso as he surrendered to the magnetic heat between us.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. Axel’s tongue swept inside as he took charge. He angled my head to his liking and deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth at the dominant move.

I’d been kissed before, but never like this, not even by him. It was this all-consuming annihilation of any man who had come before. Like he was wiping the slate clean with every thunderous plunge of his tongue inside my mouth. There would always be a before and after for me. Because Axel kissed me as if he couldn’t believe his good fortune and had every intention of acting out every wicked fantasy he had ever had on my body.

Axel delivered the most incredible kiss of my life.

A hunger the likes of which I had not known existed swept over me. How had I gone my entire existence without this passion? With every dominating jab of his tongue, a new me emerged. A woman who was no longer bound by the constraints of her former life. For bound within his kiss was my freedom.

I moaned when he nipped my bottom lip. Heat arced from his love bites directly to my pussy, making it pulsate with the promise of ecstasy.

Those enormous hands slid down my bare back and cupped my ass. He squeezed the globes, growling into my mouth like he was just as flummoxed by the magnitude of his desire as me. I rocked my hips over his crotch and the firm ridge of flesh.

Fuck, I was incredibly wet for this man.

His blunt-tipped fingers teased the thong, delving between my ass cheeks. His hands were calloused from hard work. And it was so different from Carlos’s ultra-manicured soft hands as to be the complete opposite sensation.

This was a real alpha, not the fake shit my husband pretended to be. That knowledge made me punch drunk, as if I’d gone on a bender and done ten shots of tequila.

Everywhere Axel touched me, electrified with tingles shooting straight to my core.

My fingers slid down his chest. I gripped the hem of his shirt and started lifting it up. Fueled by desperation to feel his flesh beneath my fingertips. I inched my hands beneath the fabric, drawing it up to his shoulders. He broke our kiss, reached behind his head, and yanked the shirt off.

Before his mouth descended once more, I got my first real look at him.

The sheer animal magnetism the man exuded created a fire in my loins that might incinerate us both.

His pecs were firm and clearly defined, with a light dusting of inky hair that tickled my palms. I caressed his chest, mesmerized by his size, until I located the flat discs of his nipples and rubbed my thumbs against them. They hardened beneath my touch. Axel growled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and made my nipples bead into hard points.

Sliding my hands south, I encountered his six-pack. Oh my god, he had a freaking six-pack. I traced the ridges of his defined belly, purring as his voracious mouth claimed mine for a kiss that left me breathless.

God, I was so wet for him. I ached to feel his flesh inside me.

When I reached the waistband of his pants, he ripped his mouth away.

“We shouldn’t do this.” He panted heavily with a pained expression.

I palmed the firm bulge pressing against his pants. “It feels too good to stop. Take me, Axel. I want you too.”