Page 67 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

Outside these four walls, her life is complicated, messy, and fucking terrifying, but in here, it’s the calmest I’ve ever seen her.

“You’re staring again,” she says without looking up.

“I can’t help it, the view is too beautiful.”

“Smooth.” I don’t miss the way she accepts my compliments now.

“It’s true. I don’t say worthless, meaningless things, you should know that by now. Here, try this one,” I tell her, trying to hand her a piece. She bats it away, and I laugh under my breath. Our hands brush in the process, and it’s like a tiny electric shock, flowing through my veins. Every touch from her is incredible, every damn time. I can’t get enough of it. I sit back against the bed, pulling out a joint from the inside pocket of my cut and lighting it up. The earthy scent fills the room as I pull a few puffs into my lungs. Sienna looks over at me, her eyes flicking to my mouth before she returns to her puzzle. She’s so fucking cute.

I take another long drag before I hold it out to her in offering. She looks at it, then back up at my eyes before falling to my lips again. Fuck. Is that what she wants?

I place the joint between my lips, pulling in another drag, and lean forward. Sienna’s breath hitches, but she leans in, our lips brushing against each other’s as I release the smoke, just as she breathes it in. Goddamn, she is so perfect.

She returns to her puzzle, but I can tell she’s flustered, the way her body shifts, the way she’s distracted. She’s usually quicker at putting the pieces together. We sit in silence until we’re both ready for bed. I never thought I’d be sleeping nextto a woman, but Sienna isn’t just some woman. I climb into bed in just my boxer briefs, willing my cock to chill out.

Her body is stretched out next to me, but she’s restless, moving her legs, rubbing them together. I could help her out, but she needs to speak up if she wants something.

“Axel?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Will you . . .”

I can’t help but smirk. We both know what she wants, but I’m loving seeing how flustered she is about asking.Come on, baby, ask for what you want.

“Will I?”

“Will you help me sleep?”

“Anything for you. What do you need?”

She lets out a frustrated little huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Axel . . .”

I decide to put us both out of our misery, because fuck, I want this just as bad as she does.

“You want my mouth on your pussy, baby girl?”

“You know I do.”

“Oh, I know. Come and take what you want.”

“Wh-what?”

I roll over flat on my back just as Sienna sits up straight, looking down at me in horror.

“You want my tongue? Come sit on my face and take it.”

“How do I do that?”

“Take off your panties, Sienna.”

Her breathing picks up, wild and untamed, but she does what I said, scooting out of her bottoms and tossing them to the side. Then I grab her hips, pulling her body to straddle me. Definitely a mistake. Her warm center radiates over my cock, only the thin fabric of my boxer briefs separating us. I want to sink inside her tight heat so fucking bad. But none of this isabout me. She’s in control. She’s in charge. She needs to learn what she wants, and what she likes and doesn’t like. I’m just here to guide her.

But then she rocks, and I practically fucking lose it, my fingers flexing against the soft flesh of her hips. She gasps as the head of my hard cock bumps her clit, but then she does it again, this time more purposeful, her eyes widening as she feels each and every one of my piercings drag against her smooth flesh.

“Axel . . .” Goddamn, I’ll never get used to the sound of my name all breathy and needy like that.

“You like that, baby girl?”