Healing the Cold CEO

Chapter Five

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Heavy breaths mingling. Silence apart from the drops of rain colliding with the windscreen. I was in a haze, unable to comprehend the fact that I just came undone on this man's fingers. Fingers that were still inside me, leisurely caressing and driving me slowly back to the brink of insanity. His other hand was still wrapped securely around my neck, possessive and hot. Keeping me right in place. Not that I wanted to be anywhere else.

Or rather...that I could be anywhere else...He has completely drained every bit of my energy simply with his fingers, for f**k's sake...

I couldn't dare to imagine the kind of pleasure he could inflict otherwise. He was clearly a s*x god, that much was clear. But the thought of being the object of his desire- even if just for this night- was too appealing to be ignored. My mind craved the chaos and passion he would bring and yet my body had been thoroughly stunned and f****d simply by his words and his hands.

"Aulelei oe...Perfect and ready for me..."

Axle broke the silence, his words causing my breath to hitch before a gasp followed soon after- not only from his words but from the way he leisurely pulled his fingers out of me.

"What are you..."

I couldn't catch my breath- and neither could I find the words to speak. To say a single damn thing as his fingers- the same ones that were just inside of me- traced my lips, coating them with my own wetness. My stomach did the thing- you know, that thing- deliciously tingling all the way to the most intimate part of me that seemed to be rearing to go as Axle pulled me forward using the hand that had been wrapped around my neck.

Oh yeah, I'm back again alright....

"You didn't really think I was done, did you, manamea?"

His words were soft but the promise was there. He would ruin me for every single man out there and I was prepared. I wanted him so bad- even worse when his lips crashed against my own. He was tasting my lips, tasting me and if I was a little turned on before- I was a f*****g furnace now. Tongues tussling, hands exploring, we were feral for each other as my hands found his shirt, ripping it open. I'd been dying to touch his skin, warm and firm underneath my touch.

He groaned, clearly enjoying my exploration and my heart soared at the sound. He was a vocal kind of guy, not afraid to let me know just how good I felt. He was turning out to be better than every single daydream I'd had of him. Every single scenario I had come up with of us on those nights I needed something to get me going with my Lovehunny Mon Ami were Nothing compared to the real deal.

Oh, nothing could have prepared me for the man that he is...

Lips on my neck, words whispered in a language that I, surprisingly, could not understand- I was lost in him. My moans were shameless, my body so attuned to him already, it was scary.

"This is your last chance to run, manamea. Because the minute I come to that side and take you, there will be no turning back. You will be mine- and I never intend to share you. Think hard and fast..."

His voice was gruff, deep and firm. He wasn't f*****g around. This was it. This was the deciding moment. This was my perfect chance to run and yet all I could think about as he backed away- seeming almost in pain as he did- and opened his door, was that I needed him like I have never needed anything else. As I watched him round the front and approach my door, I missed his scorching kisses and branding touches.

And so, when my door opened, I could only do what I wanted to do. Dive head first into the dark hurricane that was Axle Gray. His hand took my own, pulling me into his embrace. One of his strong arms held me in place, the other running through my hair in the most tantalising stroke that left me a moaning mess, especially when he tightened his grip on the strands and angled my head such that I was now staring directly into his beautiful, dark molten gold illuminated only by the porch light of the mansion that had been our home for the last two days of our stay in the mainland.

I didn't care that I was half naked and barefoot in the open. The servant's quarters was a distance away from the main manor which assured us privacy. Nobody would be walking around at this time of night and yet the possibility of it was thrilling. All that mattered was the way this man held me. Being in his arms, out in the rain and completely enthralled by his desire was enough. I felt safe...treasured and desired.

"Say it, manamea. Tell me you're mine...I need to hear you."

He broke my dangerous train of thought, reminding me of exactly who he was. A man who exercised control in all things and in every moment. Despite the small voice within me that hesitated, I knew very well that I would not be listening to that party pooper. I had always been one to dive headfirst into everything I did. This would be no different. This would be my decision and I refused to regret it right now.

"I'm yours, Axe..."

The pure relief in his gaze was worth every letter I had spoken. Relief became Desire. And Desire turned into Passion. Lust. And a lethal amount of it at that as he tightened his grip on my hair, the pain skyrocketing the pleasure like never before. I was hooked on him, and I knew that he would be the perfect lethal dosage for this night.

"Remember this moment, Lena....This is the moment you gave yourself to me willingly. And I'll make sure you never regret it."

Axle's kiss was as searing as were his words that were carved into every part of me. I gave as much as he did, kissing him with wild abandon as his hand that was in my hair found its way to my ass, squeezing it possessively before he lifted me easily- and with one freaking hand at that. I was soaking at how perfectly this man used his strength. He knew how strong he was and he knew exactly what to do with that strength. And nothing was hotter than a man who could man handle you and take care of you when he needed to.

My mind registered the open door after we were inside the car once again, the warmth surrounding me instantly. I hadn't realised how perfectly he had maneouvred us back inside until I was on his lap, staring down at his smirking form as he leaned against the seat. We were in the back, the spacious interior allowing even his own massive form to relax into his seat. Even in this moment, he looked like the embodiment of power and perfection.

How he can be so effortlessly sexy and raw is beyond me...

Strands of his long hair had escaped the bun he'd had it in at the beginning of this night, framing his face and bringing his intense molten gold gaze into razor sharp focus. He was watching me intently, the smirk disappearing behind the lust as his eyes trailed down my body. He was devouring me with his eyes, and somehow- it felt like he was touching me despite his hands still being securely on my laps, almost as if he was holding me in place.

I had never been self conscious a minute of my life. My inherent confidence had been something garnered from the positive affirmations I had received from most of my life from not only my family but equally the men who had come and gone in my life. That's not to say I was conceited. I had always known that, to some extent, I wasn't so bad to look at and yet the appreciation in the eyes of the man before me seemed to bring me to my knees.

I wanted him to tell me I was beautiful more than anything. Somehow, his validation would be enough for me to fully believe it. Now, that sounded insane to my independent woman mind and yet any thoughts of feminism seemed to fly right out of the window the minute this man licked his lips and brushed his hand down the path between my breasts.

"Mata'ina...how could I hold myself back from you, manamea? I must have been out of my f*****g mind..."

His words hung over us as I recognised that my body was alive, like a live wire- literally electric under his touch. I mewled- f*****g mewled- once he grabbed one of my breasts carefully but firmly, testing my limits with every single movement as his other hand brushed my bare waist, making me shiver under his touch.

"I believe its time I reward You for coming undone for me like such a good girl..."

He whispered, swallowing my gasp with a leisurely kiss as he expertly unclasped my bralette with one hand. I felt bereft when his hot mouth left my lips but I didn't have to worry. His mouth found my n*pples, sucking and licking as I gasped and moaned at his expert tongue. I suspected that this man would drive me feral and true enough, I couldn't hold back as I begun to grind against him, noting just how big and hot he felt against my own heat.

Teeth grazing against my sensitive breasts, he gave each one more than enough attention that had me soaking through his pants, embarassingly so turned on, I feared I might cry from the pleasure of his touch and his mouth.

"Axe...please...I need...."

I begged, unashamed to let him know exactly what I needed- otherwise I would lose my sanity. Running from the assault of his mouth was out of the question as his other hand stopped gripping my ass and guiding me to grind against him and instead focused on holding my back, keeping me right in place against his mouth.

"What do you need, manamea?..."

Kisses on my neck, to the hollow of my throat and behind my ear, he whispered words that should be illegal and had me shuddering against him- mainly because I had lost all train of thought. Axle Gray had made Elena Haren speechless. It should be f*****g framed and displayed in the f*****g Louvre.

"Use your words, baby."

He knew what he was doing to me and his smirk against my neck was clear enough sign that he was enjoying torturing me. My breath hitched in my throat, my body igniting under his embrace as a smidge of my sanity returned enough to realise that I had my own power. Trailing my hands down his bare chest, I admired the tattoos that filled his entire torso and the way his abdomen clenched at my touch and his own breath hitched at the warmth of my hands.

"I need you inside me, Axe....Please...."

I whispered, meaning every word as I watched my beautiful man rear back and watch me, awe and a sense of ferocity in his gaze. The haze of lust was real and I was binded by it as I pulled my hands away from him to trail them down to my heat. I gasped as I dipped a finger inside me before pulling it out and sucking it into my mouth.

My eyes never left his own and I watched with great satisfaction as the carnal part of him took over, throwing all of his inhibitions away as he curled his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into an earth bending kiss.

"Unzip me, baby and take my c*ck out..."

I didn't need to be told twice, swallowing once to ease my anxiety as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. I licked my lips at the sight of him, gulping at how big and veiny he was. I was right. The man would stretch me out so good, I would be sore for days. Just how I liked it.

"Is this what you want, manamea?...Are you wet enough for me?"

His question was drowned in my gasp and moan as he gripped the front of my thong before ripping the lace right off in one motion that was so hot, I gushed even more. I was certainly ready for him and he could tell as he granted me a pleased grin whilst he wrapped my ripped panties around his hand. I didn't have time to dwell on that, though, as one of his hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me in for a scorching kiss whilst his other hand gripped my ass, lifting me easily.

"Truth or Dare, baby..."

He whispered against my lips, his voice rough and tinged with his overwhelming desire. I paused at the random question, a smile stretching across my lips at his words. This was our thing. The genesis of how we got here. It all begun with a dare.

"You know I'm always up for a good dare..."

He grinned wide, clearly proud as he slowly lowered me onto his massive length. My gasp and moan melded with his groan as I slowly began to accomodate him, only to realise he wasn't fully in me.

"Oh God...Axe, I can't..."

"I dare you to let me stretch you out, baby,"

I gasped, unable to comprehend how in the world I could fit all of him when I already felt so full and so good. I would probably pass out from the sensations. But there was no way I would back down from the dare and his words seemed to edge me on.

"Come on, manamea. I told you....you can take it. All. Of. It."

Between the dare, the darkness and depth of his words and how reverently he alternated between deep kisses and watching how I took every inch of him, I finally sat on all of him, both of us groaning at how good it felt and how full I felt.

One Deep Breath.

Two Maddening, Soul Bending Kisses.

Three Firm Spanks In Between that wrenched gasps and moans from me and that he soothed warmly, softly.

"Such a good girl...Look how well you've welcomed my c*ck into you."

And then he was moving, slowly at first to clearly give me time to continue to adjust to him. Pain shifted to pleasure as I got wetter and wetter with every kiss, every groan and every caress as he guided me against him. Establishing a mind-addling rhythm wasn't hard and I found myself getting lost in him as he did me, both of us staring into each other's very soul as we brought each other pleasure like nothing we had each ever experienced.

Gasps and breathless whispers filled the car as I pulled away from Axle's kiss, taking control of this moment as I ran my hand through my hair as I rode him with every bit of wild desire he evoked in me. I channeled the reverence of his gaze, the deep desire within the pools of his eyes that seemed impossibly dark in this moment as he watched me, holding onto my waist as he hit spots within me I never knew existed.

"That's right, baby...Just like that. You're so f*****g beautiful..."

Axle whispered over and over again, gripping my waist firmly with one hand to guide me against him whilst his other hand found my mouth where he put his thumb, making me suck on it. I moaned shamelessly, regognising that he was giving me control whilst subsequently reminding me who exactly owned me in this moment. It was incredibly hot, enough to almost make me shatter into a million pieces for him- again.

"Oh shit...fuck, Axe...I think I'm gonna...I can't take it anymore...please..."

I begged, unable to form a single coherent sentence as he pounded harder and harder into me, marking every single part of me.

"I love how you beg for me, manamea....you want to come, don't you?"

I nodded, speechless as his hand on my waist curled around the back of my neck, pulling me to him just as his thumb found my cl*t, circling it pleasurably which, coupled with his hard thrusts, was enough to make me go blind with desire. I didn't realise I was begging, screaming his name until his lips crashed against my own and his own groan of pleasure disappeared against my lips.

"Look at me while you come, baby...I want to watch you coat my c*ck and while I fill you up..."

The pressure of his thumb against my cl*t whilst he held me against his forehead, gaze never leaving mine was enough. I came with a scream, his name like a prayer on my lips as stars danced across my vision at how hard I had let go. His groan followed soon after, warmth filling me as he came deep inside me. We were a mess of aftershocks and stolen kisses that somehow felt even more intimate than the earth shattering moment we had just shared.

Exhaustion followed next as I sagged against his bare chest, soothed by his fingers brushing through my hair as he whispered words that I could barely register.

"My Lena...Mine..."

I didn't know when I fell asleep to the soothing sound of his deep voice but I knew I felt safe in his embrace.

Like nothing could ever touch or hurt me.

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