Chapter 17: Chapter 17

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I bring my other hand up to his face, touching his dimple. He is so handsome, it's almost unbelievable. His face relaxes at my touch, and he slowly brings my finger lower to the corner of his lip where there is a piercing now.

I touch the metal and it's cold to touch; colder than I have expected it to be. It feels almost rough against his soft lips, but somehow makes a great combination.

Axel has his eyes on my face the entire time I inspect his face, but it appears that he has had enough. He gently grabs my finger from his lips and I think he's going to put my finger away from his face, but he does the exact opposite. Keeping an eyecontact with me the whole time, he slowly brings my finger inside his now open mouth and gently sucks on it, and then nibs on it with his teeth.

I suck a deep breath at that, feeling a weird feeling at the bottom of my stomach, right there.

He smirks seeing my expression, but doesn't stop; instead he moved on to the middle finger, and is a little rougher than before. He does that on all the fingers, and then he kisses my hand, and tugs on it a bit, brining me chest to chest with him.

He outstretches his hand in the air, and brings his other arm around my waist.

I smile at him, but he keeps on a straight face, straighting his back. "Now is not the time to smile, baby. Now it's time to dance."

I bring my hand around his neck and quietly chuckle at him, shaking my head and ignoring the butterflies in my stomach at the nickname.

"We don't have music, Axel." I say.

"Don't worry baby, we can still sing." he says and then looks down at me. "You have to promise me to be quiet, okay? Even at the climax." he says with a serious voice, obviosly not talking about the dance.

I decide to play along. "I promise, sir." I say with a straight face and he smiles lighty.

And then he begins to sing.

I'm almost unable to move because of awe; damn, he can sing.

He has decided on the Elvis's song Can't help falling in love and I smile in pure happiness as he pulls me to dance with him.

My mother has always told me never to trust a man who can dance and Axel can dance like a professional. I decide to ignore the thought because I right now, I feel genuinely happy; the moment is perfect; it's night and the moonlight is shining on us as we dance to his voice. And he isn't even allowed to be in here, nor with me. It's like something from the pages of a fairy tale book.

I sigh in content and bury my head in his chest. He leans his chin on top of my head as our hips continue to gently rock to the song. I slowly trail the hand, outstretched in the air down his arm, slowly bringing it around his neck, joining my other hand there.

He puts his arm around my waist and looks down at me, not singing anymore.

"May I kiss you, miss?"

I gulp and nod.

He smiles and slowly brings his face down to mine, almost touching my lips.

"Can I just say that I think you look absolutely stunning tonight?"

"Just kiss me already, Axel." I groan and he chuckles. "As you wish, miss."

And then he softly lays his lips on mine. I close my eyes and dig my hands in his locks.

I thought his piercing was going to bother me but it somehow makes everything better. It fits him perfectly.

We stay like that for a few moments, just enjoying the softness of each other's lips.

And then he slightly pulls away to suck and nibble on my bottom lip, and I open my mouth.

He slides his tongue in without hesitation and pulls me tighter to him by my waist.

The feeling is pure bliss; he is so good at this.

I moan at the feeling of his tongue and accidently bite his lip.

I pull  away, afraid that I might've hurt him but he groans and pulls me back to him, lifting me up and putting his hands on my bum.

I squeal in surprise and wrap my legs around his waist.

He squeezes my bum, making me gasp, and he takes my reaction as an opportunity to slide his tongue in again, connecting our lips.

My hands are pulling at his hair and he carries me to my bad, softly laying me down. He puts his hands on each side of my face when I lay on the bed, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

He starts to push me higher up the bed so that he would be able to crawl on it as well.

The kiss which was soft and gentle at the beginning starts to get rougher and more passionate. The feeling is almost like being on fire, except that it feels good, really good.

There are tingles on my skin and butterflies in my stomach.

Reflexively, I lift my hips up to meet his, not even realizing what I am doing until he starts to groan and puts his hand on my hip to stop me.

"Don't do that, baby." he says, voice low and raspy.

"Why not?" I ask against his lips. "It feels good."

He breaths. "That's why. It feels too good and I might lose control if you continue." he explains and a small part of me wants just that.

He kisses the corner of my mouth and starts making his way to my earlobe, on which he sucks and gently bites.

I moan at the feeling and rub against his crotch again.

"Axel." I whine quietly and he continues down my neck. While kissing there he passes a spot that makes me gasp and he quickly returns to that spot, kissing it, sucking on it and I'm sure I'm going to conbust.

"Axel." I whine and moan again.

"Shh baby, we don't want to wake up your dad." he says and continues, his hands roaming over my body.

His lips start to move further down, and I turn into a mess underneath him.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" he asks in a raspy voice and I'm in too much pleasure to reply.

He bites down on my collarbone.

"Answer me." he demands.

My face turns red. I know what I want him to do, but I don't want to say it.

"Touch me." I whine.

"Where?" he continues.

His hands lower to my bum and squeeze it. "Here?" he asks and I shake my head.

He brings his hands up and puts them on my breasts. I gasp as he squeezes them. "Here?" he asks again, a smirk on his face as I shake my head again.

He bites his lip and lowers his hands to the hem of my shirt, starting to pull it up.

I lift my upper body with my hands and help him take my shirt off.

As he finally does, he throws it behind him and then, without any warning, pulls my breasts out of my bra and begins to suck on my left nipple, one of his hands on the other breast. I closed my eyes in bliss and am about to moan, but he brings his other hand up to my mouth, covering it.

I look down into his eyes and see that he is already looking into mine.

He removes his mouth from my nipple. "Shhh." he orders and then, keeping eye contact with me, bites down on the nipple.

Goddamn, he was so good at this.

I break the eye contact and roll my eyes into the back of my head, throwing my head back.

I feel his mouth leave my nipple again as he comes up to my face.

"You have to promise me to be quiet okay, baby?" he asks, his face above mine and I nod, unable to speak.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to think that I'm forcing you into anything with me."

I nod again. "I'm sure."

He licks his lip and bites down on it. "This is going to be fun." he promises with a smirk.