4– Sins and Demands

It didn’t take long before Lily found herself in Axel’s suite. At first, her breath was caught up in her throat, her palm sweaty from all the nervousness she felt. But as soon as she starts forcing her mind into calmness, all of that discomfort disappears, replaced with new found boldness.

“You’re not saying anything, little bird,” Axel’s voice broke through the steamy silence.

Oh gosh the way he speaks. So. . .

Lily could barely control herself. Her eyes closed shut, her mind reeling with imaginations. She imagined herself on all fours, with this buff man behind her, thrusting in and out of her while he whispers dirty words into her ear.

She imagined his fingers inside her, pushing and curling around her walls, leaving her teetering on the edge.

He was older and the thought of it made it all the more exciting. And to think that for the first time since her attraction towards her scumbag ex-boyfriend, she’s once again feeling an attraction towards another man.

But this time is different. He’s a mature man, straight with his words, a man with money and connections, and her husband to be.

There’s nothing to lose here. All she needs to do is have fun with the experience and not get her heart involved.

“Little bird. . .” Axel’s voice fills the air, pulling her out of her dirty thoughts.

Lily’s cheeks heats up, her pupils dilating, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Oh, when you bite your lips like that. . .” A strained grunt erupts in his throat, his eyes filling with unadulterated desire.

Axel’s feet push him forward on predatory steps, causing Lily to stumble backwards as his essence invades her senses recklessly.

“What are you—” Lily began, wanting to protest his closeness, but a gasp fell through her lips, her words cutting short when Axel suddenly placed his thumb over her bottom lip, stroking sensually.

“I view I should ask you your name, yes?” Axel whispers, causing Lily’s brows to pull into a furrow. He laughs, “keep playing along, little bird.”

Lily couldn’t contain her surprise and a little bit of excitement. She thought they were done playing their game of pretend but it’s obvious Axel still wants to continue.

“I’m Lilian Daniels, but I prefer to be called Lily. And you are?” She says.

“I’m Axel George,” he says, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips.

“It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Axel.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Axel’s hand interlocks with Lily’s. He brings her hand up and places a soft kiss on the back of her palm. “Lily. . .what a lovely name you have there.”

“So I’ve been told,” Lily replies quickly.

For a quick moment, the pair’s eyes meet and sparks fly. Axel steps forward, his arms rounding Lily’s waist, pulling her closer into his chest.

"Are you horny, Lily?" Axel asks.

Still flushed, Lily lied through my teeth, "No!"

The curves of Axel’s lips broke into a wide grin as if making a mockery of Lily. He knew she was lying.

"Your heart is going wild against your throat, your skin trembling,” Axel whispers on a drawl as he begins tracing Lily’s exposed curves slowly. "Your muscles are twitching under my touch, and I'm sure that if my fingers were to disappear between your legs, I’ll find you completely drenched and pulsing for me. Look at you, Lily. . .look at how flushed you are.”

“Are you horny, Axel?” Lily asks, her attempt at throwing off her husband to be.

Axel’s silence tells her all she needs to know. An animalistic want dancing through his mesmerizing blue orbs, he rakes her body from head to toe before his throat releases a hum of approval. “I am horny, Lily, so horny.”

“And you want to fuck me?” She drawls, her voice sultry.

Axel nods, “I do.”

“We just met,” Lily counters.

Axel shrugs, “so what? You’re wearing my ring, about to become my wife. . .”

“What if I refuse to let you touch me even after our wedding?” Lily inquires further, her curiosity peeking.

“Then I’ll call off the engagement.” Axel blurts, surprising her. He quickly notices her change in demeanor and strives to explain himself. “I’m a man in his forties with a shit ton of money and lots of free time on his hands, about to become the husband of an extremely beautiful younger woman. Do you think I’ll be able to resist you for long? Would you rather I seek out satisfaction from other women while I have the most beautiful partner by my side?”

“What if I want you to seek out satisfaction elsewhere?” Lily pushes.

“I am no cheat. With or without your permission, I’ll stay true to my vows. And instead of consciously putting myself in that situation, I’ll rather walk away now that I can.”

He was saying the right things. God he has a way with words.

This is what Lily feared the most about this man. He’s older and more experienced. . .he might hurt her so bad in the future, he might put her back together only to break her apart again.

But she couldn’t deny the chemistry between them. They both feel it. They’re like magnets, gravitating towards one another.

Lily's heart raced with excitement, her pulse pounding in her veins like a drumbeat as she felt Axel's eyes on her, burning with a fierce intensity.

The warmth of the evening, the golden glow of the setting sun, and the soft breeze rustling the palm fronds all combined to create a sense of sultry, velvety softness around them.

They were pulling closer and closer to one another, none of them having the courage to pull back, to refuse this attraction.

The space between them seemed to shrink, the distance dissolving. And then, in the midst of all of that overwhelming feeling, Axel’s lips met Lily’s.

It was done subconsciously and only when their lips were perfectly fused did they realize, causing them to release shaky breaths.

Lily's lips parted to receive Axel's gentle yet insistent pressure. His mouth claimed hers with a tender ferocity, as if he sought to devour her very essence. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, sending shivers down her spine as their tongues danced in a sweet, sensual rhythm.

Axel's hands cradled her face, his fingers tracing the curves of her cheeks and jawline as he deepened the kiss. Lily's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

The kiss was a symphony of sensations: the gentle pressure of lips, the soft caress of tongues, and the sweet ache of longing finally fulfilled.

But the gentility of that kiss soon disappeared, replaced by a desperate need. Axel’s no longer cradling Lily’s face, but her ass. He’s kneading, squeezing, spanking, sending Lily into overdrive with just his touch.

She has never felt this way, never been handled by a real man. And now that she has a little view of what exciting experience this might be for her, she pulls away from Axel and demands. “Fuck me, Axel.”

A scoff breezes through Axel, his face wearing a playful scowl. “What did I say about orders, little bird?”

“Th. . .that you do not like to be ordered around.” Lily stammers.

“And what does that mean?” He implores.

“You’re the Dominant one in a relationship: you do the ordering, not the other way around.”

“Good girl,” Axel praises. “Now get naked and get on the bed.”