Burning me

Chapter twenty one - Axel

I got up from the bed and straightened my back, cracking my neck with a loud breaking sound. I managed to yawn as I turned back at freckles.

She was looking at me with big eyes, arched brows and an innocent "fuck me" face.

I snickered, trying to cover up my already formed erection. I spread my arms towards her and pulled her gently at my edge of the bed.

She had on the same expression as I got on top of her, and didn't even bother to cover up my eyes roaming all over her body. She just stood there, frozen, with her skin burning under mine. Her cheeks were red as she gulped. I took her hands in mine and tangled my fingers through hers as I leaned on her neck. Her back arched when my lips pressed on my neck and let out a soft moan.

I traced kissed on her neck, raising to her earlobe and sucking it in. Then, I traced kissed on her jaw line until I reached her lips.

Her big sapphire eyes were wide opened as her thick dark brows shot up. The freckles on her face were displayed perfectly on her nose and cheeks and her lips had the perfect full, plump and pouty shape. Big, soft and pink.

Her hair fell on the pillow, giving a color to the white sheet. Her blue hair was my favorite. The fluffiness and smoothness wasn't something you often saw in died hairstyles.

Her lips parted in a rough exhale. Her eyes were glued to mine and I couldn't help myself. I slammed my lips on hers and felt that sweet taste I always felt when I kissed her. Something between sugar and honey. Then it had just a bit of alcohol. Her taste was delicious, regardless of its aroma.

I took my time with the kiss, feeling her lips against mine and trying to memorize their fullness and softness along with their taste. When I pulled away, I bit her lower lip, leaving her wishing for more.

She let out a ragged breath as I pulled back and stared down at her. Her nipples were tightened against the black lace bra she was wearing. Her chest was raising up and down cause to her unsteady, fast breathing. The Queen necklace she always wore was laying on her neck gently as she gulped.

My eyes stopped on her neck and I felt anger boil my blood as I stared at the bruises. Not extremely visible, but not invisible either. I rose her hands and stared at her wrists. Both bruised like her neck, maybe a little more visible.

I closed my eyes and took her wrists to my mouth, kissing them both. "Axel," She whispered, making my eyes open.

I stared in her blue eyes and remembered the very first time I met her. When I saw her, I didn't know her at all, but her eyes told a story people didn't see when they looked at her. They thought she had it all. That she was happy and chill and had no problems, but that wasn't true. She was happy, but not so chill or without problems. She couldn't live a day without having something to do and that was because of what happened to her. What her mother did to her.

I would never be able to understand a mother who doesn't love her child. How could I? My mother showed my siblings and I all the love we ever needed and still do.

I smiled at her. "Tomorrow you're mine."

She blinked a few times before she frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I have something planned for the day." I leaned in and kissed her on the nose. "Today I gotta go at my parents', but tomorrow it's just us."

She blinked two times. "Something planned for the day? Just us?" Her brows shot up.

I nodded and caressed her cheek with mine. "Yep! Now, I'm gonna make you a coffee and prepare you an aspirin as you take a shower, wash yourself and change in something comfortable."