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Crawling across the carpeted space separating us, I stalk towards her, my intent clear in my burning gaze. Odi swallows. Nerves? Or excitement?
“Axel—”
“As our time together in the club was cut short, allow me to finish what I started,” I growl, grabbing her knees and pushing them apart. I can’t see shit with the ridiculous voluminous skirts of her dress though.
“You look radiant in this dress,” I tell her, stroking her thighs.
“Kaiden said I look like a slutty ballerina,” she replies with a giggle.
“I know.”
“How?”
“I was in the passenger seat,” I confess.
“You were with us the entire time? How didn’t I know that?”
“I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?” I ask, already grinning because I know the answer.
“The best kind of surprise.”
Pushing the skirts up out of my way, my gaze lands upon my target. I frown at the offending item. I should have torn that flimsy, useless, soaking wet thong from her body in the club. Then she’d be bare to me right now. Reaching for her thong with both hands, enjoying the delicious silken slide of my hands on her skin, I wrap my fingers around the elastic sides and pull. Odi gasps as the material bites into her skin, and whimpers when I pull until it gives way. Angry red lines marr her perfect creamy flesh, but I know they’ll soon fade away – more’s the pity. Marking Odi as mine is one of my favourite hobbies.
Extracting the ruined garment from under her dress, I bring it up to my nose and inhale deeply. “You’re intoxicating, princess. This smell will stay with me for days. But it’s not enough.”
Odi mewls like a helpless kitten, but can’t she see I’m the helpless one here?
“You’re my heaven, Odi. If I could just die with your taste on my tongue, I know I could survive an eternity in hell.”
She swallows again, her eyes wide with desire. I can sense her uncertainty, but she knows deep down that she can’t resist me. I’m her weakness, her drug, and she craves the high of my touch.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, my breath hot against her delicate skin. She whimpers again, a soft, pleading sound that echoes through the limo.
Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch my arm, her fingertips brushing against the rough cotton of my starched shirt. I know she’s trying to gain some control, some semblance of power over this situation. Despite her efforts, her heart is pounding against my fingers, the erratic rhythm a dead giveaway.
“Axel, please,” she breathes, her voice barely audible over the sound of the limo’s engine.
My eyes lock onto her face, her pleading gaze, and I know that I can’t resist her either. I lean down, my lips brushing against her neck, a soft whisper of a kiss that sends shivers down her spine.
“Anything you want, Odi,” I promise, my voice low and dangerous. “I’ll give you everything you desire. My life is in your hands, I’m your weapon to use.”
“Taste me,” she whispers. “Taste me and then kiss me so I can understand what you’re feeling.”
I don’t need to be asked twice, but I don’t bother telling her I wasn’t waiting for permission. I lower myself down her body, kissing her neck, her throat, her clavicle as I go. My fingers obsessively trace the outline of her tattoo, knowing it from memory now and not even needing to see the ink for how to move.
Unable to resist, I slip one hand into her corset top, squeezing her breast until she gasps and then pinching her hardened nipple. Reluctantly, I remove my fingers to continue my descent between her silken thighs.
Her breath hitches as my fingers brush against her cunt, her legs shaking slightly with anticipation. Her expression is exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time, I know that she needs this – needs me.
My fingers travel lower, teasing her folds with featherlight touches until I stroke the place that sends a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. I trace her wetness, enjoying the way her hips subconsciously begin to mirror my movements, and then begin to circle her clit, feeling her muscles tighten and relax in response.
“Axel, don’t torture me,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you, I can’t take much more of this.”
Despite her plea, I continue to torment her, slowly building the tension until she’s ready to beg for release. I’m not even getting started yet. I want her out of her mind with need, ready to agree to anything in order to reach the end.
Her body arches against my hand, her breath coming in short gasps as I drive her to the edge. And then, just as she thinks she’s going to be diving off the cliff into her pleasure, I pull back.
“Axel, please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.
