One good thing about the laborious activity of the afternoon is that it did keep my mind off of things, like that fuckstick John and what Ana told me about him. Ex-Nazi scum. He better not be trying to fuck with Ana, in any way, or I swear I’ll be paying him averyintimate visit soon.
When I get back to the room, I’m surprised but glad to see the door is bolted shut. I knock and wait patiently.
“Who is it?” her voice says through the door and my dick hardens just at the sound of it.
“Me,” I reply gruffly.
I hear the clicks of the locks and the bolt before the door swings open. Candles are alight around the room creating a subtle ambience. Ana is standing back from the door and I take a step toward her, like a moth to the flame. She looks fucking stunning standing there in the low lighting. Before I can get close to her, she holds up her hand to halt me, the other brought up to her nose.
“Nope,” she says quickly. “Wash. Now.”
I look down at my clothes which are wet and covered in filth. Pretty sure I’m already growing immune to the smell.
Standing in the doorway, I quickly strip out of my clothes and toss them out the door into the corner. I quickly close and lock the door again before heading over to the tub to clean up. Under the smell of sewage another smell tickles my nose and I sniff the air, looking for the source.
“I found a can of tomatoes and some other stuff and made a kind of stew, soup thing,” she tells me, making her way over to the table where she uncovers a pot on the single burner.
My stomach grumbles in appreciation for the smell and I quickly begin scrubbing myself. My eyes drift back over to Ana who is standing there watching me. Just as I’m about to make a comment about her not keeping her eyes off of me, I notice the heavy worry lines marring her beautiful face. Somehow, I know it’s more than the obvious bothering her.
Dumping one last bucket over my head, I ignore the drops falling from me and stride up, lifting her chin to look up at my face.
“What?” I ask softly.
Her eyes look up at me with trust and love, and I immediately pull her to my chest. She doesn’t seem to mind the wetness either.
“I just missed you,” she says into my chest, nuzzling her head in and wrapping her arms around me. I frown a bit. It’s not that Ana isn’t affectionate, but she normally isn’t quite so… cuddly.
“Ana,” I say, pulling back and looking into her eyes to try to read them. “What?”
She bites her lower lip and despite my desire to find out what’s on her mind, I feel my cock twitch and silently tell it to fuck off for a minute and focus.
“What if we can’t get out tomorrow?” she finally blurts.
“Then we get out the next day,” I say firmly, seeing where she is going with this but not willing to entertain it in the slightest. Stepping away, I pull on some loose pants, taking longer than necessary to tie the drawstrings.
“Axle,” Ana says, turning my attention back to her with the use of my name. “These men aren’t going to die for me.”
Fire rises in me at the implication, the mere thought, that any of these men might give her up to fucking Dick. She is mine, and I will get her out of here safely. My jaw clenches as I step up to her.
“I will die for you, no one is giving you up,” I grit out. She sighs.
“But—”
Before she can say anything else, I grip the back of her short hair, grinning that it’s long enough that I can do that now. Pulling her face towards mine I take her lips. This is no soft, gentle kiss. This is possession. I own her, and I intend to make sure every bit of her body feels it.
Nineteen
Ana
When he finally releases my head I gasp, not able to keep the sound inside me. Before I have a chance to stop him, Axle pulls his hands down and rips the shirt right off of me. I’m glad it isn’t my new one, but honestly, I could give a fuck right now. When his lips find my nipple and his tongue begins circling, I have to keep myself from falling. His arm immediately wraps around my back pulling me close.
Looking up from his ministrations he delivers a deadly grin that makes my heart flutter and my pulse race. It’s so rare I see that smile, and my entire body tingles with the sure knowledge of what’s to come.
Getting to his knees, Ax gently unbuttons my pants and pulls them down, trailing kisses down my stomach and legs as he goes. Once they’re down, his hands glide up the back of my legs until he’s firmly cupping my ass, his face tilted up to look at mine. I feel my cheeks flush as his eyes meet mine, so full of love.
Never in my life have I felt adored like I do in this man’s arms. When he’s on his knees I just have to tilt my head down a bit to meet his. It’s a strange novelty to kiss him like this, and I take full advantage letting my tongue explore his.
With a smile, he lays me back on the pallet bare and I feel a slight chill run through my body despite the warmth of the evening. I can’t keep my eyes off him as he kisses up my thighs, his hands working their way across my sides at the same time. When his lips come close to my center a small whimper leaves my throat and he chuckles lightly, the air from his breath hitting delicious places.