Her Saviour

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Chapter 7

This chapter contains sexual scenes and coarse language. You’ve been warned, viewer discretion is advised.

Turns out the place where she could shower and forget about all that’s happened in the night was Axel’s place. His large modern house looming over them in the moonlight, she didn’t have time to stand and admire it, she just wanted hot water and sleep.

“Your place?” She asked, letting him help her from the cab of his Range Rover, he froze with his hands on her waist, “Is that okay? I mean I can take you somewhere else. Hotel or somewhere you’d prefer?”

Emilie chuckled, “Axel it’s fine. As long as I don’t have to pay you $50 a night, I’m okay with this.”

She could see his body fall in relief, and she jumped from the cab onto the rocks below, immediately crying out in pain and jumping back into the car.

“Your shoes have been gone for quite awhile now, darling.” He chuckled and extended his arms to her, she hesitated but let him lift her from the seat and carry her to the front walk.

“I hope you don’t mind the mess.” He said as he opened the door, letting her walk in before him. She stepped ahead, past his arm holding the door for her, and gasped aloud. Mess? What mess?

She couldn’t take it in all at once, the gorgeous modern day space was breathtaking, it was spacious and had a beautiful colour scheme that even an exterior designer couldn’t get enough of, the beautiful home in front of her was easy on the eyes - sort of like the owner. She almost smiled at the thought, then remembering her night, she shook her head and reached up to pull hair from her face, only then did she realize the mess she must be in.

“If you think this is a mess, I don’t wanna know what kinda mess you think I am right now.” She gave a light laugh and tried to make herself look a little more presentable, but quickly gave up, realizing she couldn’t do anything until she showered.

“I think you look beautiful.” Axel said, putting a hand on the small of her back and leading her through the house, they turned down a hallway, “The bathroom is here, and one of the guest rooms is just down the hall and to your right, and my room is just back down the other hall if you need me.”

She took his hand in hers before he could walk away, “Thank you.” She whispered, Axel smiled, “If you thank me one more time, I’ll give you something to thank me for.” He winked, then turned and walked away, heading to the other hallway straight ahead, and probably to the bedroom he mentioned.

She didn’t stand and watch for long, she was dying for a hot shower.

What did he mean by those words? And why did she want to find out what he meant? She gulped as she undressed and turned the water on as hot as it could go before burning her.

Stepping into the water felt like heaven, but it also finally gave her that time alone, and alone is what she shouldn’t have been. She was now alone with her thoughts, and she began to go over what Aaron had done and said to her.

How could he do this to her? How long has he been sleeping with other woman? She realized how stupid she must have been, he never paid attention to her, he was always distracted by his phone, always got her completely random gifts, almost out of guilt.

He had been going to parties every single weekend, and told her she wouldn’t understand why he was going to this party, and why it was so important to him that he had to attend.

Now she knew. She knew enough to make her so violently ill that she had to clamber out of the shower, soaking wet, bruising her knees as she fell towards the toilet.

She must have made plenty of noise, because there were suddenly large, calloused hands pulling back her sopping wet hair from her face, and a soft voice telling it was okay, she was okay now.

She was a mess, heaving chunks into the toilet, tears pooling from her mascara streaked face, and to top it all off, she was wearing her birthday suit.

“Come now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She was freezing again, having kneeled onto the cold, wet, tile floor. He helped her back into the shower, she was uncaring that she was naked, although she knew she’d care about it later on.

He stood outside the shower, the glass walls wide open, the water spilling all over his clothes and the floor, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Suddenly she felt his hands running through her hair, and wiping the mascara from her cheeks, the hot water was pooling over her body, warming her bones. If she wasn’t so numb, she’d be embarrassed.

She watched as the shampoo ran down her body and into the drain. He was washing her hair.

She was still too shocked to speak, but the embarrassment began to flood through her, “Axel, I’m sorry, I-”

He shushed her, and she didn’t try to speak again. It wasn’t until she was shampooed, conditioned, wiped clean of mascara, and having a towel wrapped around her shoulders that Axel finally spoke.

“I know what you’re going through, Emilie. I was there too. In your shoes. Or in your case, shoeless.”

She heard his light chuckle before he continued, “Don’t be embarrassed. We all have bodies, yours just happens to be incredibly sexy.”

She looked up at those words, and watched him as he towel dried her hair, but finally looked down to meet her eyes again, “You think I’m sexy?”

He smiled and pushed damp hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek, “I do.”

“Thank you.” She said, her eyes sweeping down his body, and noticing the clear erection he had, very noticeable under his black pants. She looked back up and raised her eyebrows.

“What did I say about saying thank you again?” His mouth was so close to hers now, almost inviting her in, asking her to lean up... and press her lips to his.

So she did.

His hot mouth savaged her own, engulfing her completely. The towel was dropped, and her body was pressed against his clothed one, large hands roaming around, exploring every curve and edge of her.

“You have too much coverage.” She whispered against his lips as she went up on her tip toes, pressing her lips to his jawline, his neck. Her hands began to work with his belt, but before she could get it undone, her feet were off the floor and she was being carried out of the bathroom.

Her back hit a plush surface, and she realized he had brought to the bedroom, but with a quick look around as he kissed down her neck to her breasts, she realized it was the guest room, and not his own.

He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking slightly against it with his tongue. She arched her back and moaned slightly, the sound vibrating through her chest.

She felt a new warmth, but this one was between her legs, and she felt Axel’s hand roam down there, finding her clitoris and gently massaging it, she gave a much more pronounced moan, and gripped tightly onto his tussled head of brown hair.

He groaned, a low throaty sound, and came back up to her lips, pressing his own back there, while his fingers eased into her, first one, and then two. She cried out against his lips, eager for more, craving more.

“Please, Axel. I need you.” She whispered, her eyes fluttered closed and soon Axel’s touch disappeared, and she let them fly back open, but he was back as quick as he was gone, tossing a condom on the bed and trying to part with his pants quicker than his hands could go.

Emilie giggled, nudging his hands away with her own, undoing the belt buckle and zipping down the zipper in one experienced, quick motion.

He watched her, his lower stomach already tightening as she took him in her hand, only going slow at first, but then quickening her pace, and then it was her mouth, and he moaned, his eyes tightly shut and his hands gripping onto her hair.

His head was thrown back, and he so desperately wanted to watch her, so he forced his eyes open and rolled his head back to watch, and his eyes met with hers, and she was watching him too. Watching him come undone on her touch.

He backed away from her, “If you don’t stop now there’s gonna be a mess to clean up.” She smirked shyly, but he didn’t like that shyness, so he lifted her up by her knees, her back hit the mattress again, she bounced a little as he pulled her close to him.

Ripping the condom open and pulling it on, he looked up at her as he entered, seeing her smile change to an open mouthed moan, her head falling back against the bed and her back arching.

She had never felt this way before, nobody had made her feel this type of arousal, this type of craving, the damned right need.

She couldn’t explain it now, but hell, she didn’t want to. She didn’t care.

Distracting her from her thoughts, Axel pulled completely out and then went back in quickly, getting a very loud cry from her, he wondered if he had hurt her until he saw a smile appear on her lips, and her voice spoke, “Just like that.”

He smirked and did the same thing, over and over, until he noticed her grip the bed sheets with both fists, her eyes fluttering closed and her legs tried to close, but he wasn’t having that, he gripped her knees and spread them wide again, coming down so his chest was pressed again hers, and she could no longer try to close her legs.

She dug her nails into the skin on his back, and cried out at each thrust, he knew her orgasm was coming, and he didn’t know if he could hold out on his own for long, so he pressed his lips to hers again, her breath was heavy and ragged, his no different, “Together.” He whispered.

She nodded, so he quickened the pace and waited until her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs shook around him until he let himself come, finished his own orgasm just as harshly as hers has been.

They waited until their breathing was a little more even before Axel pulled from her grasp and yanked the condom off, disposing it in the waste basket by the door.

When he turned back around Emilie had already crawled under the covers at the head of the bed, and he didn’t know if he should join her, if she would want him to, or if he should leave her be.

But just as he was about to turn and walk out, her head lifted up and she gave him the smallest of smiles, and her hand patted the open spot next to her, and with a sigh of relief, he crawled in next to her, her back hitting his stomach.

He inhaled the sweet smell of her body wash, well his body wash, and pulled her as close to him as she could get. He heard her sigh, and waited until her breathing turned into the lightest of breaths, and knew she was asleep, until he let himself drift of as well.

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