Page 113 of Wicked Lord

OUR ULTIMATE UNDOING

Lorelei

“Oh, fuck, Axel, I’m going to come…”

“Not yet, baby. I want you to wait for me.” He gripped my hips, slamming into me from behind as I dangled from the fuzzy cuffs hitched to the wall. “Do you feel that?” His chest blanketed my back as he bent over to whisper in my ear. “Do you feel how your pussy is starving for my cock?” He slowed his brutal thrusts, pulling back before slowly filling me again.

I felt spineless, nothing but a bag of flesh and blood and so much intense feeling. If it wasn’t for his firm hold and the manacles hoisting me up, I would’ve collapsed onto the plush carpet below my bare feet.

We’d done nothing but fuck for days. In his room, his car, my dorm, even in the library between the stacks. This morning after waking in his arms, we’d crept down to one of the pleasure rooms of the Sigma Delta basement. Even though it was only us this time, I could practically hear the moans echoing all aroundthe opulent chambers from our last visit. The scent of lust and depravity filled the air, only escalating my excitement.

I’d wanted Axel so badly that day.

And now I had him.

But will it last?

That pesky voice of doubt whispered through my subconscious, sounding suspiciously like my mother after her third martini.

“Get ready, blondie, I’m going to come all over that beautiful pussy.”

It was a damned good thing I’d been on the pill since I turned sixteen or all this amazing sex would have been a problem.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes,” I groaned.

He bent over me, and his hand came around my chest to toy with my nipple as he thrust harder. His free hand slid up the inside of my thigh until he found my throbbing center. With his thumb rubbing my clit, he picked up the tempo, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“And who does your pussy belong to?” he rasped out, the jagged edge to his tone a sure sign he was barely holding on.

Damn, I loved that, the control I had over this incredible, powerful man.

“You,” I whimpered. “My pussy is yours, Ax.”

“That’s right. Mine and only mine. Don’t you ever forget that.” His thumb continued its devastating circles around the taut bundle of nerves as his cock slid in and out. Harder. Faster.

“Oh, gawd, Axel…” A groan ripped out a second later as fiery ecstasy surged from the base of my spine to the tips of my toes. He was relentless, railing into me as I hung from the furry manacles extending every ounce of pleasure.

I felt it when his cock twitched inside me, and tantalizing warmth filled my core. He moaned my name as he came, that word on his lips only intensifying the rush of pleasure as we orgasmed in nearly perfect sync. With his arm still wrapped around my waist, holding me up, and his enormous frame blanketing mine, we held still, only the sound of our ragged breaths filling the silence for a long moment.

“I don’t know about you, but I could get used to this,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, igniting another round of goosebumps across my bare flesh.

“Umhmm,” I murmured, too scared to let something stupid slip out with my emotions so scattered.

It wasn’t just the incredible sex, but the nights I spent cocooned in the safety of his arms. I felt invincible with Axel at my side. Which was reckless and stupid, especially since I knew very well that this wouldn’t last.

Not with Brock’s threats looming over us.

Ax slowly peeled his body from mine, then unfastened the pink cuffs so I slumped against his bare chest. Beads of perspiration glistened across his torso, but I leaned into him anyway, both of our bodies slickened with sweat and bodily fluids. He easily lifted me and plopped us both down on the adjacent couch, positioning my hips between his thighs. His arms laced around my waist, and he nestled his chin in the crook of my shoulder. We sat there for another long minute, neither of us speaking, in the dimly lit room.

My heart rapped out a manic beat at the intimate moment.

I tipped my head back and rested it against his shoulder, reveling in his musky scent and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. There were still so many things we hadn’t discussed, but I’d been too much of a chicken to bring them up. Plus, I’d been enjoying the endless, spine-tingling sex too much to ruin it.