12. Aksel

12

AKSEL

G oddamn it.

A virgin. A fucking virgin.

How is this possible? This beautiful, chatty, and happy little creature has never been fucked. And now it means we're both utterly screwed. Once I have her, she's mine forever. There will be no going back.

"Aksel, please," she moans.

I force her chair around and lean in, crushing my mouth to hers. Her lips are so soft, pliant, and she tastes like fucking sunshine. I've never kissed a woman like this. I want to devour her, claim her, own her. She whimpers against my mouth, and it sends a shock straight to my cock.

Breaking the kiss, I stand and pull her up from the chair, lifting her into my arms. She doesn't weigh a thing, and I carry her easily; her legs wrap around my waist.

"Aksel," she breathes, her eyes glassy with desire.

I step toward the back room of my cabin and carry her into the hunting room which is dark and cool and smells of leather and earth. I kick the door shut behind us and set her down, keeping one hand on her waist to steady her.

"You're so beautiful," I mutter, my voice low. I can't take my eyes off her. She's perfect, her skin flushed, her lips red and swollen from my kiss.

She bites her lip, and it takes all my control not to tear her clothes off and destroy her.

"Take off your top," I order, unable to keep the edge of demand from my voice. I want to see all of her.

Her hands tremble as she lifts the top over her head. I step back, taking in the reveal of her skin, the lacy edges of a black bra that does nothing to hide the swell of her breasts.

Fuck. This woman is going to be the end of me. I want to brand her, mark her as mine. I ball my hands into fists, digging my short nails into my palms, fighting the need to touch.

She's fucking gorgeous. My free hand reaches out, tracing the curve of her waist, then up, following the line of her ribs until I cup her breast through the bra before reaching around and unhooking it. It falls to the floor, and I hiss in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Her skin is so soft, and she fits perfectly in my hand. I thumb her nipple, now tight and peaked, and she gasps, her head falling back.

"You like that, don't you?" I don't wait for an answer. Instead, I lean down, my mouth replacing my hand. She tastes even better than she looks.

I step back, watching as she shivers, goosebumps rising on her bare skin. "Take off the rest," I growl.

Her eyes, wide and glassy, flick down to my mouth, then back up. She bites her lip, and my cock twitches. Slowly, she reaches down, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jogging pants.

"Go on," I urge.

Her breath hitches as she strips, kicking off her pants and underwear together. And fuck, she's beautiful. My dick is aching, throbbing with the need to be inside her, but I force myself to hold back. This is a moment to savor.

I let my eyes roam over her body, taking in the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, and the way her stomach dips in. She's fucking perfect.

Then, still keeping my distance, I reach for one of my knives, enjoying how her eyes widen; a mix of fear and excitement flashes across her face.

"Aksel?" she asks, her voice shaking.

I smile, showing her the knife. "I'm not going to hurt you, littlefugl. Well, not much anyway." I step closer, backing her against the wall, tracing the flat side of the knife up her inner thigh. "This is for your pleasure."

She tries to turn, but I grab her waist, holding her still. "Trust me," I murmur against her mouth. "You're going to like this."

Her breath catches as I drag the knife back down, pressing the tip just hard enough to leave a pink line.

"See?" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her neck.

She nods, and I draw the knife back up, slower this time, dragging it across her soft skin. She whimpers, her head falling back to give me access to the sensitive skin of her throat.

I keep one hand on her waist, the other tracing the knife over her body, careful to avoid any sensitive spots. The blade teases and elicits little gasps and moans from her, her body jerking with each touch.

Then, setting the knife aside, I trace the marks I've left with my tongue, tasting her, claiming her.

"Aksel, please," she whimpers, her hands reaching for me. "I want to see you."

I groan, my cock twitching. I know what she means. I want her to see me, too. With a rough laugh, I step back, already unbuttoning my shirt.

"You sure about this, baby girl? There's no going back." I warn, needing her to understand the gravity of this moment.

"I'm sure," she says, her voice steady, and something in her eyes tells me she gets it. She knows this is a point of no return, that we're stepping into something we can't take back.

I strip off my shirt, enjoying how her eyes take in the tattoos covering my skin. Her gaze fixes on the ink, and I know she's curious, wanting to know the stories they hold. But that's for another time.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I reach for the button of my jeans, my eyes never leaving hers. There's a challenge in her gaze as if she's daring me to go further, but also a hint of fear.

The button pops open, and I lower the zipper, my cock straining against the denim. Her breath catches, and her eyes are fixed on the bulge.

Finally, I push my jeans and underwear down, kicking them aside, and step toward her, fully exposed. Her eyes drop to my cock, and her mouth falls open. I know what she's thinking. I'm fucking huge, and the thought of me filling her tight little body, stretching her, drives me fucking wild.

"Oh," she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. "You're..."

I chuckle, already knowing what she's going to say. "Yeah, I know. It's a lot to take in, baby girl. But don't worry, I'll go slow."

Her eyes snap back to mine. "I want you, Aksel."

"You may not say that when you realize what that means, but for your first time, I won't introduce you to my true nature." I want to hunt her still, just in a completely different way from how I originally planned. My blood lust is replaced with a deeper, more carnal lust.

I grab a fistful of her hair, relishing the little gasp it elicits. "You sure you're ready for this?" I growl, angling her head back to meet my gaze. "I like it rough. Real rough and primal. You sure that's what you want?"

Her eyes are bright with desire, and she nods, licking her lips. "Yes. I think so."

Fuck, those words go straight to my cock. I can already tell she'll be a little freak in bed, responsive and vocal. My blood is boiling with the need to take her, to hear her scream my name.

I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the nearby bench. Setting her down, I push her back to lie on the cool wood, her hair spilling over the edge. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy with anticipation, and I can't help but smirk.

"You've got no idea what you're in for, littlefugl."

Reaching for my knife, I imagine all the ways I can mark her, possess her. But first, I need a taste.

I step between her legs, already spread wide for me, and trace the flat of the blade up her inner thigh, enjoying the way she squirms. "You like the feel of this, don't you?"

She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."

I drag the blade closer to her core, making her breath hitch. "That's it. Give in."

But then I move the knife aside and use my fingers to gently part her folds. She's fucking gorgeous, all pink and swollen, and I can't resist. I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste her, and she jerks underneath me with a gasp.

She's fucking addictive. I can't get enough. I lick and suck, gripping her thighs to hold her open while her breath comes in short sharp gasps. Her hands grasp at my head, trying to hold me there.

I enjoy how her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls at it, her body arching off the table. I force myself to keep a slow, steady rhythm with my tongue despite her whimpers and moans driving me insane.

I use my tongue and teeth to play with her, nipping gently, then soothing it with soft sucks. Her hips buck, trying to get more pressure. I chuckle, the vibrations making her squirm.

"Not yet, littlefugl. I haven't given you permission."

I shift, moving my mouth to suck gently on her clit, my fingers replacing my tongue, circling and pressing, my thumb rubbing little circles around her entrance. She's so wet, her juices coating my fingers, and I slip one inside, enjoying the way she moans and arches into my touch.

"Aksel, please," she begs, her hips grinding against my hand.

I add a second finger, scissoring them and stretching her, feeling her tight heat. She's so fucking responsive, her body trembling with each touch, and I know she's hovering on the edge. But I can't let her fall just yet.

Slowing my movements, I drag my mouth away, enjoying the little whimper of protest she makes. I smirk, reaching for the knife again, and trace it gently up her thigh, not pressing hard enough to cut but enough to make her shiver.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmur. "You like the feel of the blade, the danger of it."

She nods, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "Yes, I like it. I like everything you're doing."

Fuck, this woman is going to be my downfall.

"Before you come apart, I want you to taste me."

Her mouth, those lips, will be the end of me. I can't stop thinking about them wrapped around my cock, sucking me in, taking me deep.

I need it now.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I drag her off the bench, feeling her small body yield as I force her to her knees. She looks at me, her eyes wide and glassy, and my dick twitches with anticipation.

"Suck me, baby girl," I growl, stepping closer. "Wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock."

She hesitates, her eyes darting to my dick and back up, and something tells me she's never done this before. Fuck. I want to be her first in everything.

"You ever sucked a cock before?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't. I--I've never--"

"It's okay, you can't do it wrong." I urge, needing to feel her mouth on me. "Just put your lips around me and suck."

She nods, her hands reaching out as if to steady herself. Slowly, she leans forward, her tongue flicking out to tentatively taste the head of my dick. Fuck, the feel of her tongue makes me want to thrust into her throat.

"That's it," I encourage, my hands tangling in her hair. "Take me in."

She opens her mouth wider, and I guide myself to her lips, sliding into her hot, wet mouth. She takes me, inch by inch, her eyes closed in concentration.

The sight of her, my cock disappearing between her lips, is enough to make my knees weak. I've never felt anything like it, and I want to thrust, to fuck her throat, but I force myself to hold still, giving her time to adjust.

"That's it," I groan. "Fucking take me deep, littlefugl."

She makes a little moaning noise, and I start to thrust gently, her throat enveloping me, hot and tight. Her tongue swirls around me, and her teeth drag against me, just a hint of sharpness that drives me wild.

"You're doing so good, baby girl," I praise, my hips moving slightly faster. "Suck me like you mean it."

Her hands clutch at my thighs, her mouth working me, and I can feel my control slipping. This girl is going to be my undoing, but damn if I don't love every second of it.

I start to thrust harder, faster, my hips moving with a rhythm that has her making little gagging noises. Tears spill down her cheeks, and saliva spills down her chin. Goddamn, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Her mouth is pure fucking sin, and I know I won't last long.

"That's it," I groan, my eyes closing as I savor the sensation. "Fuck, you're so good."

I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my stomach, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

Forcing myself to stop, I know what I need next. Zara's tight little cunt is wrapped around me, feeling her muscles squeeze me as I fuck her. But first, I want to show her my darkness.

Growling, I yank her to her feet, pressing her back against the table. She makes a little noise of surprise, and her eyes go wide when she feels my cock pressing against her cunt.

My hands grip her hips. "You like the feel of my cock?"

"Yes. Oh God, yes."

"Tell me what you want. Beg for it." My voice is rough, my need for her making me primal.

"I want you to fuck me," she breathes, her voice shaking. "Please. I need you inside me."

Fuck, her words send a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I want to tear her open with my need, claim her so thoroughly that she can never forget who she belongs to.

I reach for my knife, the one I used to tease and torment her before. But this time, I'm not going to be gentle. This time, I will show her the darkness that lives within.

I press the blade to her throat, relishing the way she gasps, her body going still. "You want me to fuck you, baby girl? You sure about that?"

She nods, her eyes wide, a mix of fear and desire in their green depths. "Yes, I'm sure."

I smile, but it's not a nice smile. It's the smile of a man who's about to lose control, to give in to his most primal instincts. Sliding the knife down her body, I trace the path I plan to follow with my tongue. She whimpers, her body shaking, but she doesn't pull away. She wants this, the darker side of pleasure, and I'm going to give it to her.

Pressing just hard enough to break the skin, I draw a thin line of red between her breasts. She gasps, hands flying to the spot, but I hold them at her side and lean down to lick the small cut.

"Delicious," I groan with my face between her tits. "Does me cutting you turn you on?"

She bites the inside of her cheek. "I don't know."

"Liar," I growl, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pulling her legs apart roughly. "Your cunt is fucking soaked. Ready for my cock, isn't it?"

She trembles as she meets my gaze and nods.

"Good girl," I groan, rubbing the head of my cock between her soaking-wet folds. "Time for me to take what's mine."

All hell breaks loose at that moment. Any control I had snapped. I press into her, not gently or slowly. She's tight, so fucking tight, and the feel of her around my cock sends a jolt of pleasure through me. I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I wait a moment, my dick all the way inside her. She claws at me as I stretch her around my size. And then I pull my cock almost all the way out, glancing down to see her virgin blood on my dick.

"Fuck, look at your blood on my dick," I groan, the tip still inside her. "Look at it, baby girl," I demand.

She complies, her eyes widening. Her blood is smeared on my cock, while her legs remain wrapped around my waist. She looks fucking wrecked, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glassy with desire. It's a picture that will forever be burned into my memory.

I slam back into her, and she makes a strangled sound. "Look at my cock buried deep inside you," I growl. "See how beautiful you are, stretched around me, drenched in your innocence."

Her hands touch me gently, and I perceive the wonder in her eyes. "You're so deep, Aksel. It's?—"

"It's fucking perfect," I finish for her, my voice rough with emotion. "You're perfect, wrapped around me like this."

And it hits me, like a punch to the gut, that this girl will be my ruin. This woman, with her wide eyes, inquisitive nature, defiant spirit, and innocent body, has gotten under my skin in a way no one has ever done.

I'm completely and utterly fucked, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Moving my hips slowly at first, I watch her face as she winces. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby girl. It might hurt a bit, but just relax and take it."

She nods, her eyes closing. I start to thrust slowly at first but soon pick up the pace, my hips slamming into hers.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I grit out, leaning in and claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her taste, the feel of her tongue against mine, drives me to thrust harder, faster, chasing the pleasure that's coiling tight in my gut.

"You like that, baby girl?" I pull back, my breath hot against her neck as I speak. "You like my cock pounding into you, marking you as mine?"

"Yes, fuck," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "It feels so good. Don't stop."

I chuckle, driving into her. "Wouldn't dream of it, littlefugl. I'm just getting started."

Needing to be even deeper, I wrap an arm around her waist and tilt her pelvis up, hitting a new angle that makes her cry out. "Fuck, Aksel!"

My name on her lips is an aphrodisiac, spurring me harder and faster, driving us toward the edge. I can feel her trembling around me, her body tightening, and I know she's close.

Leaning in, my lips brushing her ear, I murmur, "Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock."

Her hands grip my biceps, her nails digging in as she cries out, her body shaking as she falls over the edge. "Aksel!"

Feeling her clench around me, tightening like a vise, sends me spiraling into my own release. "Fuck!"

Driving into her one last time, I bury myself as deep as I can go, spilling myself inside her as my name falls from her lips.

Collapsing against her, I feel her arms wrap around me, holding me close. We're both breathing heavily, our sweat-soaked skin slick against each other, and I know there's no going back. This little bird is mine, and I'm hers, whether we like it or not.