I’m pinned between Jaxon and the wall. The pressure of the cold concrete behind me and his hard, warm body in front of me is a contradiction of sensations. I’m inflamed from the bones to the skin.

It’s like my pussy is running with electricity. I can feel tremors from deep inside myself.

He kisses me hard and deep, and I can’t do anything but give myself up to it. The shaking is coming out into my extremities, and my fingers are trembling as I run my hands over his hard shoulders.

“Ali.” His voice is a whisper of breath onto my lips.

I can feel myself shuddering to the core. I’ve never felt this kind of need before—yes, he wants me. But he also needs me in a way no one ever has before.

It’s this, more than anything, that has me running wet like a river.

As his hands roam down my waist, I can’t help but open to him, my hips rocking back and my legs parting from the hips.

His hot lips delve into my own. Searching fingers grip at my breasts, at my hips. One hand goes to the small of my back and pulls me towards him as the other slides between my legs.

I feel his fingers slip around the fabric of my panties and push against me, sliding on the wetness. My clit is burning as he pushes on it. All the ferocity of him that I have seen, that I have found so exciting, is now directed at me, solely at me.

His fingers probe deeper and start to push inside. His mouth covers mine, and his hard hands pull me nearer as he desperately tries to get his fingers into my pussy. I feel a moment of horrible panic, and I struggle away against the wall.

I get my face up and gasp for air breathlessly.

“Jaxon, don’t!”

Immediately, he stops. His hands trail gently over my waist. He’s breathing hard, his mouth so red. His eyes stare deep into mine.

“Are you okay?” He kisses me—just gentle, sweet lips on mine. A sweet sixteen kiss.

My head is swimming. I shake my head, but I don’t know if I’m answering the question.

The burning in my nipples, the fire in my clit, and the deep, deep aching is ruining my thoughts. Panic is running like fire through me.

But I don’t want it to stop. The lack of touch where his hands had been hurts worse than his firm touch. I feel empty and scared, like to stop him now would be to reject a very special gift.

He needs me, I realize. He needs me in a way no one else can.

I’m trying to think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t do this. I even look for the words in my mind.

None of it makes any sense. Not the way his hands on me do. He leans in, and I respond to his kiss, reaching up for his lips and bending from the waist as his hands go around me again.

He buries his head in my neck. His lips whisper to me.

“I…need you Ali. I’m obsessed with you.”

His words so sad, so needy and desperate.

To think that he’s so fierce. That he’s a wild creature, something as feral as the ice over a still pond or the wolf that walks upon it.

And he does need me. He is stayed by my hand, my word. For me, this vicious, wild thing will tame his nature.

I feel my eyes stinging as his head moves down, one hand fumbling my buttons clumsily. He can’t stop, but he’s waiting for my word.

I raise his head up to mine and stare into his eyes.

“Jaxon. I…I’ve never been with a man before.”

I swear his eyes glaze with tears. One hand strokes my face, so gently.

“It’s up to you, Alison, my darling. My treasure. I will do as you ask me to do.”

He starts to pull away.

I reach out and grab his arms, pulling him back to me so forcefully that my back slaps painfully against the wall again. I stretch up, pressing my lips against his and stroking with my tongue hesitantly, but determinedly.

“I want you… I want you, Jaxon. Yes…yes, do it.”

He growls, and his lips and teeth attack my neck, gently biting and kissing down my chest. His hands roam over my breasts, my thighs. I roll back against the wall, head lolling, arms loose.

I’m completely ridden by the desire flooding through me that I’ve kept at bay for so long. I can’t fight it.

This is the first thing in my life that has ever felt real. Alive with sensation. Crippled by lust.

He sinks down on his knees, breath coming hard with a slight cry as he runs his hands along my thighs, pushing up my skirt.

With both thumbs, he rubs my clit through the panties. My hips rock wildly, and he looks up at me and smiles.

A sharp, quick smile of pure delight.

He teases me some more until I can feel my panties getting wet. He runs his fingers up to my hips, gripping the edge of the fabric and pulling my panties down.

I feel horribly exposed, frightened, but so aroused that I can’t think. Emotions and sensations roll through me faster than I can process them.

Then he reaches his head under my skirt and presses his lips to my clit.

I exclaim in surprise and delight, one hand snapping down to grip the back of his head as he mouths into me. I open my legs wide, and his tongue searches deep inside my pussy, lapping at me.

I could scream. I want to scream. But all I can do is pant breathlessly, eyes locked on the door, praying no one comes in.

There’s a roaring in my ears as I start to thrash on the wall. Jaxon’s hands on my hips steady me as I lift up one leg to let him in. Deeper.

He moans into me, and I cry out. I can’t help it. His need is filling me, his desire irresistible.

Has a woman ever been wanted, needed, as much as he needs me? Some of his cries of delight sound like sobs.

He mouths at my clit again, gently, sliding it under his lips and tongue. He slides up a little, arms wrapped around my lower body as he holds me tight against him, his head resting on my lap.

“Ali.”

It sounds like a prayer. I look down as he looks up, and the fire in him awakens the same in me.

“Fuck me, Jaxon. Please fuck me.”

He stands up, slowly. He keeps his eyes on mine and doesn’t let me look down as he opens his pants. The jumpsuit opens all the way down the front, and it takes him a few seconds to undo it.

He looks right at me the whole time.

I grin and undo my blouse, opening it to reveal my black, lacy bra.

He leans down and caresses my breasts with his lips and tongue, rolling them gently from beneath with his hands. Not looking for the nipples—which are hard and tight and begging for his touch—just worshipping my skin with his tongue as his hands graze the undersides in the silky fabric.

One hand snakes around my back. The other I can feel, down low, between my legs. He lifts me, head still in my breasts.

I know what’s coming next.

I’m scared. God, I can’t help it, I’m scared.

I feel him fiddling with his hand, low between my thighs. Then he shifts the hand around my waist, and I feel it.

Warm, so warm. I didn’t think it would be this hot. But it is.

Hot and hard and slowly driving into me, sliding on my wetness.

He lowers me slowly, his hips coming up until I’m pinned between his hips and the wall. He waits until he is all the way in, no space between us, before he looks up.

He raises one slightly sticky hand to stroke my hair out of my face.

“Okay?”

He looks so sweet. So beautiful. I feel my muscles clench, right along the shaft of his cock, and it’s a sensation so delicious, I feel it happening again and again, all by itself.

“What is that?” I gasp, barely able to speak.

He laughs, a sound of pure joy. “That, my darling, is a multiple orgasm. Never had one before?”

I shake my head, feeling my pussy muscles clenching and softening around his hardness.

There’s an ache as my pussy clamps down on his hard cock. Something right. Instinctive in its perfection.

The hand around my waist creeps up to the small of my back. He buries his face in my breasts, and I lean back against the wall, opening my legs. Letting him support me with the weight from his hips and his bent legs.

Then, he starts to thrust.