I pumped his cock hard, and Axel hissed in pleasure.
“Now, I need to get you naked.”
He held my gown, and I raised my arms for him to carefully pull it off my head. It would take some work since the gown fit so snugly.
A tearing sound rent the air before I could stop him from ripping my gown into two pieces.
I grimaced. “It’s an expensive dress, Axel.”
“I can afford to buy you thousands more,” he said, gloating, yet his voice remained seductive. “I’ll buy you a thousand gowns tomorrow to replace this one.”
I had a bad feeling that he was going to tear off all of the dresses Héctor had provided for me. He couldn’t help it. The demigods were all territorial and possessive, and Axel was one of the worst. Even though all of them had agreed to share me, it’d take some time for them to get used to it.
“That’s not the point,” I shouted in dismay. “I loved this gown. And you should give the money to the poor instead of buying me dresses. I don’t need any.”
“You’re so beautiful, Cookie.” His hot mouth stole the rest of my protests, and his strong fingers thrust inside my liquid heat.
Pleasure drenched me, and I forgot what Axel and I had been arguing about.
I parted my lips for him, and his tongue invaded my mouth, entwining with my tongue and leading me in an erotic dance.
My fingers weaved into his thick mane to pull him closer.
He chuckled into my throat, and his tongue untangled from me and withdrew.
I glared at him.
“Be patient, Cookie. I’ll take care of you.”
I only gritted my teeth. The Demigod of War loved to tease too much.
Before I gave him a piece of my mind, his lips fell on my jawline, appeasing me, before they traced along the column of my neck, hitting every sensitive spot.
Axel was a very skilled lover. I didn’t have the mind or time to feel jealous of how he’d gotten that way since he was making me swoon and moan with every scorching touch, playing me like an instrument. I was reaping the benefit of his experience.
I arched my back as the electrifying sensation buzzed all over me.
“More, Axel,” I moaned.
Somehow I registered that his fingers had retreated from my heated passage. I wiggled my ass to motion to him that I needed his fingers again, but he put them to use by fondling my breast. His long, strong fingers kneaded my nipple eagerly.
His mouth moved toward my breast until it devoured my tit, suckling in greed.
My breath hitched.
He lifted his face to gaze down at me. His eyes turned so dark that all the golden specks were gone. Power charged in their depth, cracking and coiling, yet I wasn’t afraid.
He might have held back when he was with other women, but he wouldn’t need to restrain himself with me. I wouldn’t allow it.
“Unleash your beast,” I hissed. I needed to feed on it.
He chortled darkly. “You’re the only woman who’s ever demanded it, Cookie.”
He spread my legs wider and adjusted his pelvis between my thighs as we held gazes. Lust burned through both of us.
He thrust into me. One strike and he was embedded deep inside.
I screamed in pleasure.