That little that Axton asked and that little I shared took off my shoulders a huge load. No one had ever been interested in my struggles, yet now, the last person I thought would be, actually did. He listened to me, heard what I didn't say out loud, and, with only one slight touch, made me believe that, on some level, he might care about me.

Maybe that's why I didn't protest, even only in my mind when he said we were going somewhere without giving more information. I was just wondering what exactly to pack, but Mrs. Giselle offered to do it for me—obviously, she knew better than me what I would need.

After the next day came, we sped off with one of Axton's sports cars.

Watching the speedometer needle approach its limit made me squeeze the door handle at first, praying to get to the place we were heading alive.

But then the ease with which Axton was mastering the wheel made me relax. While I was surprised by my lack of worry, I went beyond, starting thoroughly to enjoy the extreme ride. The rush of adrenaline seemed to awaken a thirst for life in me, taking away all dark memories and thoughts.

At some point, Axton asked me if I wanted him to slow down. I answered and smiled—he bothered to ask.

After the long way up the mountain, we reached the end-of-the-road site, where amidst spruce and aspen trees, a huge mansion rose behind tall metal gates.

We went through them and parked at the lot in front of the house.

Quarried stone and dark brown brick made up the outside walls—I never thought I would be amazed by a property exterior. Inside, the timber flooring, wooden antique furniture, and a softly burning fireplace made the vast space warm and cozy. An instinctive "Wow" ran out of my mouth.

Axton explained shortly where the bedrooms were, and since he gave me permission to take a tour, I started to explore. Although I didn't consume alcohol, I was curious to see the wine cellar he mentioned about. Luxurious wooden shelves lined all the walls. I couldn't appreciate the flavors presented, but the pleasant smell and the smoky lighting gave a good vibe.

Next on the row was the SPA zone. Again, it was not something that I would typically enjoy, but now it heightened my new mood. My senses were sensually teased by a mix of essential oil fragrances that floated around. A faint yellowish light illuminated the zone, and a gentle, very quiet melody made the place dreamy.

But what impressed me most was the library I found next. A whole big room, furnished with the same dark colors and wood, kept in itself a whole world. I began to pick up the books one by one, flipping through their pages, though my enthusiasm prevented me from reading a single word.

I could spend countless hours there, exactly what I planned to do later today, and maybe the whole night. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend my time.

When I went to see what else this wonderful house had to offer more, I met Axton on my way. Without thinking if I should, I shared my greatest excitement with him. He then surprised me with a response I didn't expect—he said he would transfer all the books to his house when we went back.

I liked this side of him. Even though his rough tone occasionally intervened, I had already had a great time.

When he went outside in the yard, I dared myself to follow him, he didn't give me a hard no after all.

I positioned myself on the ground beside the shooting range he went to and leaned against a tree. At some point, I was ashamed of the perverted satisfaction I was getting from watching his moves. I didn't even realize that I bit my index finger, which was resting on my lips, until I squeezed too much.

But when he stood there, shaped from his head to his toe in sin, having his strong arms holding the gun up front, the damned lustful desires got back. His confidence and precise accuracy didn't make the matter any way better; only further lit up arousal in me.

Damn it, Ella! Watch from aside, be amazed, but don't dream of his touch!

No more inappropriate thoughts!

I should have listened to that smart inner voice, but instead, I went next to him. I struggled not to give away my stupid yearnings and to sound controlled as I complimented him.

Then, out of nowhere, another brilliant idea popped up—I asked Axton to teach me to shoot.

He agreed, but after not failing to try to prove to me again that what I had done that night at the club was wrong. Somehow, I ended up with a muzzle pressed under my chin, with Axton proving his point. And while I was trembling inside, praying that I wouldn't put the trigger, I stood staring into his eyes. Even if I got his point, I still didn't regret getting back for him.

The next moment, I felt relieved but also a little bit stupid when Axton said that the gun was not loaded. Why didn't I think about that?

Fortunately, this lesson went fast and we moved to teaching me to shoot. Shivers didn't miss going through me with full force when Axton stood behind me, encircling me with his hands to show me how to hold the pistol right. But I was sure I managed to hide that. He made me feel unwanted the day before—I haven't forgotten that, so I might have had my secret thoughts, but I shouldn't let him know.

And that closeness was just necessary to show me what to do, so my trembles didn't really matter anyway.

A good amount of time followed, with pretty decent thoughts. Good for me! 

It was annoying at first that Axton made me repeat dry steps, but then, when I started actually shooting, I fully enjoyed the daring activity.

Focus occupied my mind, and although, at the beginning, I didn't hit the target at all, I kept trying. Practice was needed, as Axton said, and I was absolutely aware that an accuracy like his couldn't be reached over one day. Yet even now, there was an improvement after each shot, albeit little, still, there was. That made me even more ambitious to keep doing that.

At one point I heard Axton talking to someone, apparently the cook he mentioned earlier about. But I didn't even turn to them.

Sometime after that, Axton told me to stop. It might be a good idea to do so, as thunders started to be heard and the sky very quickly darkened, but I wanted to fire more.

"Okay," he responded to my request.

He agreed? Again? What happened to him today?

Well, I took my chance. I reloaded, adjusted my legs and hands, and aimed after that. I knew it was taking me a ridiculously long time time to do that, but I hadn't mastered everything yet.

The few drops that fell around in the meantime didn't bother me at all, but just when I shot, the clouds burst out.

"Oh my, God!" I yelled, giving back Axton the gun.

He took me by the hand, and we started running down the house. How did this deluge happen just in a few mere seconds? The whole situation would have been amusing at some point, but the fear of thunder striking us out was real.

"When I say something, it should be done that way. Didn't we already clear that?" Axton said with an instructive tone after we walked into the house and he shut the door.

I grabbed the edges of my blouse to wring out the water, ready to admit. "Okay, you were right. I should have listened to you."

Axton didn't say anything more. We stood facing each other, and the air began to feel heavy. His eyes restеd on my chest where my wet t-shirt probably exposed my no-bra underneath. He opened his lips lightly; his chest started moving faster. The mighty thunders and the sound of the hard rain intensified the tension; the lighting casted a magical glow over his wet skin.

"Axton," I said, barely taking a breath. "Thank you for spending time with me."

Suddenly, I could no longer fight the invisible force that drew me to him, so I surrendered to the urge to feel him against me. But the moment I moved, the power went out, and I violently snuggled into his arms.

"There is a power generator in the house. It should have turned on right away," he said, and although it sounded cold, I already felt he was hot with desire. "I'll check—"

I didn't let him finish and move away—I grabbed his arm, an electricity went from his skin to mine. "Don't. Maybe it's better this way." I ran a hand slightly over his cheek down to his chin, feeling his stubble under my fingertips. "Maybe this way, you won't be disgusted with me." Maybe in the darkness, my scarred ugliness wouldn't affect him anymore. And maybe in the darkness, only maybe, he would let me get lost in him.

As I slid my hand down his chest, his heartbeat answered my maybe. And nothing mattered anymore, only the intensive connection that grew.

While I was unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans, my body slid down till my knees rested on the floor. I took out his hard and put it in my mouth, my tongue instantly tasted his delicious drops. My lips began to move up and down around him, all the while shuddering to feel his muscles' response. Then my fears if I was doing it right faded away—Axton's ecstatic moans ensured me he felt good. And if not a long time ago, I could give a million reasons why this was revolting to me now I swallowed with pleasure each molecule of this man's flesh, and only I wanted more of his taste.

His fingers went through my hair, squeezing it slightly, making it so hot. He grew harder in my mouth, I didn't want him yet to come. I slowed the play of my tongue, then fastened my pace again.

When the tension was more than he could bear anymore, Axton leaked whole in my mouth.

I licked my lips noisily, swallowing his liquid.

He then helped me up and took my face in his hands. He ran his fingers over my lips, opening them with only a slight push.

"You were so fucking good." His low, hoarse voice affected me like an aphrodisiac, boosting my already scorching sex drive.

I took his fingers in my mouth, feeling his other hand lifting my t-shirt up and cupping my breast, my nipples erected under his touch.

After sucking his fingers only for a while, he replaced them with his tongue in my mouth and put them under my panties, parting my lower lips sensually and sliding inside.

"Ax..." I couldn't want him more, and he felt that.

He removed both mine and his clothes, with rapid moves put a condom and entered me immediately after my back was supported by the door and my legs encircle his hips.

No matter how much I tightened my muscles around him, no matter how deep he was inside me, it was like I couldn't get enough, and I wanted more. I threaded fingers through his hair, I dug my nails into his flesh. I had never known such passion in my life, now it burned between us. Deep, urgent kisses didn't let me to catch up breath, I breathed only him. Our bodies were moving as one, making me feel fulfilled.

And just when we came to our end, the longing we shared made us more wild. Axton moved, still holding me tightly, to the dining room where with a sharp swing pushed everything off the table and put me on top. His tongue ran over each inch of my body, leaving wet traces all over as if marking a territory.

The unexpected having the electricity back only made the sensation more sensual as I watched him drink me up.

My voice filled the whole room. I didn't care if I was heard by the whole world—because I wanted to be heard by the whole world. I was his. And he was mine. That night.

More times than I could count.