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Everything about Axel was something to be desired. From his rugged, chiseled appearance to the slight glimmer of mischief in his eyes that could turn fierce at the drop of a dime for the right reasons. He wasn't shy to get to the grit and hard labor, while maintaining a compassionate and tender air about him that Tempest wasn't so sure anyone but her had managed to experience first hand. He was a tentative, patient man... and that was only proven by the fact that he maintained composure through the worst of her ignorant teasing. And yet, there was a fire inside that man. She'd seen it the day he'd come for her, the day she'd escaped that Hellhole. No holds barred. <br/>
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She felt it today, the wildfire lit between them both as he took her hands in his. The pressure of a squeeze was returned to him in kind, making her heart pound and her stomach flutter in her chest. <i>Is this really happening? </i>Back then, she wouldn't have foreseen such a thing. Perhaps not ever with another man, let alone Axel, who she hasn't expected to be in her life for more than a heartbeat of time. Even when she felt the pull of his hands to initiate the closure of their bodies, there was no doubt or hesitation in the way her feet moved, confident and certain. The way her spine rolled to press into him with a serpentine fluid motion, fixing his hard and muscular body to her softer curves. <br/>
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Her eyes sought his, only briefly, due to the nuzzle of his jaw against hers that lulled her lids to lower. It lingered for no more than a moment before her heated anticipation and craving for him urged her to turn her head to capture his lips in the very same moment he sought hers. Plump, sweet lips that held an almost savage hunger for him parted to welcome his tongue. The softest of moans vibrated her throat as her hands slipped out of his, smoothing along the warm and water drenched forearms and biceps. They ran like silk over his broad shoulders, fingers splaying over and up furthermore to his neck, his hairline. The feel of his hands at her waist brought a shiver along of her spine that was involuntarily and uncontrolled. In the same sweep of motion, with a dancer's finesse, she rose to her tiptoes with her forearms keeping balance to his chest. Nails raked his scalp, curling in the midst of his soaked locks to get a grip as her tongue explored his mouth, wrestled with the wet muscle. The taste of him only made her want more. <i>So </i>much more. <br/>
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The feeling only seemed to be mutual when she felt his wandering hands, the sounds he made against her mouth only made her whimper with need for him. They spoke in a hushed manner without words. </span><i><span style="font-size: 12px">I want you</span><span style="font-size: 15px">. </span></i><span style="font-size: 12px">Feeling his hands reaching for her voluptuous breasts, her back arched to press them into his hand, her nipples taut and hard with excitement. Her hips squirmed against him, brushing against his hard flesh with each sweep of her curves for the fingers trailing along her stomach. The kind of tickle that was just a brushing tease, enough to make her twitch but withstand it in anticipation of where his hands may be going. Her lips curved into a smile when she found them redirecting to her backside. Her hand released their grip in his hair to slide down to trace his jawline, fingertips sweeping down his throat and his pectorals. They traced his abdomen, as if memorizing every indent between the muscles of his abs like braille. Her kiss took a slow turn, from the feverish consumption of his tongue and taste to the seductive drawing of her tongue along his bottom lip. A flicking tease against the tip of his tongue as her fingers caught the circumference of his hard erection. Dull brown eyes opened in a heady, lustful gaze as she swept a light, slow stroke along him. The journey of his hands evident as he reached between her legs, and she welcomed him with the slightest shift of her weight to open her thighs for him. <i>Touch me, </i>it crooned. The teasing touch of his thumb against the sensitive mound of nerves forced her eyes closed with a whimpering, needful moan as she couldn't help but roll her hips against his hand. Her thumb sweeping over the head of his cock to catch the dribble of pre-cum that had escaped, and she peered up at him through slits of eyes as she brought her hand up to lick it from the pad in an enchantingly slow curl of her tongue. Just a taste. <br/>
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The pace changed swiftly when she felt his hand shift, the premonition of the two fingers that entered her opening and brought a sharp intake of breath that was closer to a short-lived yelp. Her nails sank into the back of his neck where she kept a firm hold on him, the hand that had been at her mouth swiftly catching herself against his bicep as she felt her knees shake and threaten to buckle to the sudden surge of pleasure. "Axel," she moaned out, nearly breathless as she felt the pressure of his fingers against inner walls that hadn't been touched in what felt like far too long. Overly sensitive from excitement and need, clenching around the sudden penetration as he thrust his fingers into her, each one summoning a new sound of pleasure from her. As incredible as they felt, they weren't enough. She needed more of him, to feel the power behind his thrusts and to feel his body pressed against hers. It was almost too much to bear, and yet their minds connection on the wave length it seemed. The sudden extraction of his fingers left her legs quivering as she kept herself from pouncing him and bringing him down to the shower floor, from mounding him like a wild animal and going to town. Luckily, she didn't need to as she was relieved of standing. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she grew to be more level with him, her legs reflexively clamping around his hips in his needless guidance. Entwining her body around his, the chill of the tiled wall forced her back to arch and press her breasts into him as her eyes locked onto his. <br/>
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Her eye contact only broke when she felt him line up and thrust into her, the sudden girth of him stretching her in the most exhilarating way. Her head tipped back against the wall as she belted out a cry of pleasure, nails sinking into the thick muscle of his shoulders. She clamped around him, legs tightening as the initial shock of him inside her subsided enough to lift her head just enough to rest it against his. His own sounds of pleasure made her walls clench more, her hips rolling against the press of his hips as she used strong legs conditioned from her endless nights of dancing to keep her hold on him. With her arms wound around the back of his neck, her fingers once more sought the feeling of his hair, the heat from his scalp beneath her fingertips. Gasping moans surged from her with each hard thrust that knocked her back into the wall, her head tipping forward as her eyes closed. The scent of his water heated skin, the shifting of his muscles with every intense thrust against her was almost overwhelming, yet she wouldn't trade it for a moment. The tickle of his lips against her ear made her tremble, but nothing compared to the words he spoke mixed with his tone. It almost sent her over the edge right then and there, and she was grateful for him having swept her off her feet. With that voice, coupled with the possessive phrase, it was the kind of thing that would've brought her to her knees otherwise. Nearly unable to catch her breath, she swallowed hard and nodded her head as it turned to brush her lips over his shortly bearded jaw. "I'm yours..." she whispered, submitting herself to him, not only accepting but welcoming the possession of her, opening herself to his possession to let him inside. Her own personal fallen angel, with tainted wings. <br/>
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The consistent friction of him inside her, married with his touch, his moans, it was blissful in a way she'd near forgotten. Every nightmare she'd experienced before, that sprung the fear of letting another man so close... while it couldn't wash away her past or truly make her forget, it chiseled away the stone she'd encased herself in. She felt the thorny rose bloom in her chest, opening herself up to him as she hosted him inside of her. As their hips collided with every thrust, every roll of her hips and sharper impact of her back against the wall, she climbed to the peak of Mount Pleasure and soon found herself drifting down the slopes. Her moans became far more intense, more urgent as she clutched onto him. The avalanche of pleasure washed over as she felt her body quake with the powerful impact, sweeping her under and threatening to suffocate. She cried out against him as she felt her walls convulse around his hardened member, the muscles of her legs twitching and jumping with each wave. His name drowned out the pelting drops of water from the shower as she raked her nails down the rippled muscles of his back, leaving streaks of red in their wake. The sheer intensity of it left her on Cloud Nine, gasping for air as her arms and legs threatened to give in their clutching hold. She only hoped he'd be able to hold her up as the afterglow of the orgasm left aftershocks of trembling in her body, her head suddenly feeling too heavy to hold up as she rested it against the crook of his neck. Her lips and teeth teased the flesh there, nipping and kissing in something of a grateful affection for the pleasure he'd given her as she strove to bring him to his own. The entanglement of her arms around her strengthened as she regained some of her composure from the orgasm, her head lifting to return the favor as she brushed her lips over his ear. "Come for me," she crooned to him softly, "come in me." Nearly a plea, aching to feel him climax by the fault of her own body. A sinful desire to feel him twitch and throb inside of her, to hear his moans of ecstasy. </span></span>