His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Thirty-One

His hands slid around my back, up to my shoulders, then down and back over my hips. I pressed my body into his and grabbed the sides of his neck, forcing myself to turn my head and break the kiss.

The water continued pounding against us and he kept me close, staring down at me with parted lips and without care that the water ran down from his messy hair, completely covering his face. Beads of water journeyed down and trickled from his jaw, hitting my collar then running between our bodies.

"I miss you," I whispered, laying my head over his shoulder as he adjusted his hold around me, "can I be close to you again? I liked it a lot."

"You already are, beautiful. You can't get any closer," he chuckled lightly. I moved my head to look up at him, feeling very flushed, except I wasn't too certain it was the hot water making me feel so sweaty.

He clenched his jaw after catching my gaze and his throat bobbed with a hard swallow, his grip around me tightening, "when you look at me with eyes like that, you make it so much harder to control myself."

"Don't you love me?" I frowned, lightly running the tip of my finger over his collarbone.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do, more than you even know," he replied lowly, his deep voice purring in his throat in a way that made my stomach tingle.

"Then why control yourself? I want you to show me," I cupped his face and pushed myself onto my tip-toes, softly pressing my lips to his. He returned it, turning my body and pushing me against the granite shower wall.

"Tell me before we go any further, Angel, are you sure?" He asked mid-kiss, slowing down so I could answer but never disconnecting from me. Instead of ruining it, I deepened the kiss by biting his bottom lip and allowing my intrusive thoughts to get the best of me.

He ran his hand over my waist, following the curve down to my hip where he slid back and grazed the side of my butt, ending just below it with a grope. I gasped, grinding into him with a burning desire for more.

I never thought I'd want someone to put their hands on me so badly.

He suddenly lifted my leg and held it up with his forearm, holding my jaw with his other hand as I pressed further into the wall. He came closer, leaving me no choice but to grant him full control over me for the first time.

I didn't feel even the slightest bit of unease about being entirely powerless under him. If anything, I felt safer, which caused a strong ache between my opened legs.

He slowly pushed himself into me and I broke our kiss with a loud gasp, forgetting exactly how it felt before now. It was better than I remembered, and just hearing his harsh, shallow exhale made it better.

"I'm okay. I just wasn't prepared," I explained, seeing his sudden worry fade. To assure him more, I reconnected our lips and ran my hand over his chest, feeling him start to move and find a steady pace quite quickly.

"You are so addicting," he whispered into my mouth, groping my breast in his hand then trailing kisses along jaw, "I love how you feel," he breathed, and I wrapped my arms around him for better stability, clawing at his back.

"Axel," I moaned delicately, digging my nails into him when he released a shuddered breath and roughened up his strokes. His body pinned mine and I was surprised as to how I continued to move beneath his firm grasp. His hand then moved lower and I whimpered, feeling it come in contact with a very sensitive piece of me nobody's ever touched before.

"Say my name again, baby," he groaned out, grunting and panting against the crook of my neck. His fingers softly circled me and a familiar feeling formed inside me.