"Aurora." My name sounds like a prayer and a curse. He breaks the kiss, trails his mouth down my neck, bites the junction where my shoulder meets my throat.
I cry out, grab his shoulders to keep from falling.
"Too much?" His voice is rough, strained.
"Not enough."
He groans, pushes the robe off my shoulders. It falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the black lace underwear I’d put on, hoping this would happen. His eyes go dark, pupils blown wide as he takes me in.
"Fuck," he breathes.
"Is that a complaint?"
"That's a prayer." His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I nearly come apart right there. "You're so fucking beautiful."
No one's ever touched me like this. The twenty-three guys I dated, the ones who tried and failed to make me feel anything—none of them got this far. None of them made me want to beg for more.
But Axel. God. Axel makes me want to beg.
He backs me toward the bed, his mouth never leaving my skin. He's kissing, licking, biting his way down my body, and every touch sets me on fire. When he reaches my breasts, he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.
I scream in a voice that I do not recognize.
My hands fist in his hair, holding him there, and he chuckles against my skin.
"Sensitive," he murmurs.
"Quiet and keep going."
Axel groans, and I feel his teeth graze my unready, sensitive nipples. The action sends a hot sensation down to my toes, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip, my eyes rolling to the back in pleasure.
"Please—"
"Please what, baby? Tell me what you need."
"I don't—I don't know—"
"Then let me figure it out."
His hand slides down my stomach, fingers hooking into my underwear, and I lift my hips to help him slide them off. Then I'm naked. Completely bare in front of a man I met yesterday, and I should feel self-conscious, should feel something other than desperate need.
But I don't.
I just want more.
His fingers find me. Slide through wetness. He freezes.
"Ah, Aurora. You're soaked."
"Your fault," I gasp.
"Good." He circles my clit, just once, and pleasure explodes through me. "I want you dripping for me. Want you so wet you can't think straight."
"I already can't think at all."
"Then I'm doing this right."
He slides one finger inside me, and I arch off the bed. It's too much and not enough, pleasure and pressure, and a fullness I've never felt before. He watches my face as he works me, adding a second finger, pumping slowly while his thumb finds my clit.