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The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

I gently push on Grace's shoulders, encouraging her to lie down on her back. I kiss her lips, her cheek, skimming over her neck to her chest. I kiss and squeeze her breasts some more, unable to resist them now that they're exposed to me.

I slowly make my way down her body, to her panties. I look up at Grace for permission and she whispers yes to me. I slide off her panties and my heart starts thumping quickly at the sight of her bare pussy. She's waxed for me.

Instinctively, I reach out and stroke my fingers along her smooth lower lips. She gasps at the feather—light touch, so I part her lips and push one finger inside her.

I pull out and run two fingers up and down, soaking them in her juices. She's so wet for me. I want to taste her.

I lean down and kiss from her knee, up her thigh, towards the junction between her legs. I give her plenty of time to stop me, but she doesn't.

The anticipation builds between us, reaching a crescendo when I finally part her lower lips with my thumbs. She's so pretty and pink, so ready for me.

I blow gently on her clit, and she writhes under my hold.

'Axel,' she says my name as a plea.

A plea to stop teasing and give her what she wants. I can't deny my mate.

The tip of my tongue licks from her entrance to her clit. She whimpers so I repeat the action. I flatten my tongue and take long, languid licks of her pussy, savoring its saccharine taste.

Grace's hands fist the bed sheets and I have to clamp my hands down on her hips to stop her from moving around too much.

I push my tongue inside her and her gasp fills the room. I move my focus up, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. As I stimulate the little bundle, I push two fingers inside of her.

'Oh, my God!' She cries out, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth to drown out her cries.

Luckily, my parents are at the other end of the house and my walls are pretty thick.

Her moans are only encouragement for me to lick faster, pump harder. I scissor my fingers inside her whilst simultaneously flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit.

Grace comes in a flash, crying out my name as her walls clamp down around my fingers. Her juices rush out into my mouth, and I lap them up eagerly.

Her body tremors as her climax washes over her. I love knowing that I've made her feel this good.

She's panting heavily when I pull back. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and lay down next to her.

'I'll go again when you're ready,' I tell her with a smirk.

She stares at me with huge eyes. 'I'm not sure I'll be able to walk if you do that again.'

I chuckle at her response and lean over to kiss her nose. She grabs the back of my neck, stopping me from pulling back. Grace's lips claim mine and she nudges her tongue against my lips.

I open up to her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She seems to like it, because she rubs her naked body against mine.

Her hand skims down my chest, to my boxers. I groan as she dives inside and grips my length in her small hand. She begins pumping her hand up and down, still inside my boxers.

I push them down whilst never breaking our kiss. I kick them to the side, giving her complete access to my cock. She pushes me back, so that I'm laying down as she lies next to me.

Our tongues explore each other's mouths as she strokes me with a steadily increasing pace.

I'm so turned on from making her come, it won't take long for me to finish.

It's embarrassing how quickly my climax builds. I can feel it building, my balls moving up to tighten against my body. I grab her wrist, silently warning her.

She bats my hand away and continues stroking me. My climax hits with shocking force. I grunt into Grace's mouth and my hips jerk back and forth, fucking her hand.

Grace doesn't have to move her hand, because I thrust my hips, pushing my cock in and out of her hand as I release my come onto my chest.

The pleasure makes my toes curl and stars burst behind my eyelids. I break the kiss to lean back against my pillow, breathing heavily.

Grace looks down at the mess I've made on my chest. She scoops some come up on her finger and cautiously lifts it to her mouth. She sucks it off and then smiles at me.

'Fucking hell, Strawberries,' I curse gruffly. 'You have no idea how sexy you are.'

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