Page 54 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

AXEL

I almost told her I love her. Right there and then, the words ready to spill out, to tell her that I knew she was it for me.

Goddamn, it really felt like the perfect moment.

Still, seeing her face light up brighter than a kid at Christmas will stay with me for life.

My whole body is itching to go back down to her, but she needs to eat. Since she doesn’t want to leave the bakery, I’ve canceled our reservations, and I’m throwing together some pasta for us to eat downstairs instead.

Just as the water comes to a boil, my phone chimes with a message.

Sprinks

Axel, I think you need to come check something out.

Turning off the stove, I run out of my apartment and thunder down the stairs, my pulse hammering in my ears as I mentally cycle through what could have gone wrong. A leak? Chipped tile?

The sight that greets me wipes every coherent thought from my brain and almost knocks me to my knees.

“Fuuuuuuuckkk Haven.”

My girl’s sitting on her new counter, naked, apart from the tiniest scrap of pink lace between her legs and the world's sexiest smile stretched across her face.

“Hi, Daddy,” she says as she tilts her head, those big eyes staring up at me.

Daddy?

A growl rips out of my chest at that. I hope my girl knows what she’s doing because she’s appealing to something primal in me that I didn’t even know was there.

I look over her creamy skin and focus on her smooth, soft tummy. The idea of her growing my baby inside her has me hard as stone, and I can’t help but fist my aching cock. She looks over her sexy glasses at me and smirks, watching my hand squeeze the ever-living shit out of it.

“How about a little something sweet?” Haven asks teasingly as she holds out a cupcake frosted with little hearts, but her sexy thighs fall open at the same time and…fuck me.

My gaze lands on the wet spot soaking through that tiny scrap of material.

I know what I plan on eating tonight.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Haven Blake, tempting Daddy with your wicked tricks.”

She moans, her head falling back, draping her sexy pink hair over the counter. The way she gets off on that is totally unexpected, but I love that I’m still discovering new things about my girl.

My body vibrates with need as I prowl over, coming to stand between her spread legs.

I fist her hair in my hand to tug her head back, the need to taste her almost as urgent as the need to breathe.

Our lips clash in a desperate kiss. Her fingers crawl up my abs, the feel of her nails scraping my skin sending shivers up my spine.

I break away to suck her neck, her sweet smell enveloping me, making me lose my damn mind.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted Haven Blake, and I hope you’re ready, because I’ve got an insatiable appetite.”

Swiping a finger through the cupcake frosting I drag it in a slow circle around her nipple, then repeat it all over again, with the same torturous pace to the other one before leaning back to observe my handiwork.

Her mouthwatering curves glow in the soft bakery lighting, the white frosting a stark contrast to her sun-kissed skin.

She looks up at me, feigning innocence, when deep down, this woman can lead me into temptation without so much as a word—and I want to spend a lifetime worshiping at her altar.

Finally, I allow myself to lean down and lick the frosting from her nipples, my tongue toying with their hardened peaks, before trailing off to explore the side of her warm neck.

Closing my teeth around her pulse point, I bite, then gently suck.

She’s going to kill me, but I’m addicted to leaving my marks on her everywhere, showing the world she’s mine as much as I’m hers.

“Mmmmm so sweet.”

“I thought you might want to help me christen my new bakery?”

My girl is going to be the death of me.

“Hell yes, we're going to christen your bakery…”

Her eyes flare wide with desire, and my hands flex with the need to grab her and bury my aching cock home where he belongs.

“And then we’re going to do it all over again in my apartment…” I tilt her chin up, our eyes locking as I tug her bottom lip between my teeth for a brief second.

“Because Sprinks, every time you’re in this bakery, the first thing you’re going to think about is this moment, when I finally bury my cock deep inside you, taking whats mine, here , where we first met all those years ago.

And every time I’m in my apartment, I want the walls to echo with the screams that spill from your lips, from the moment I claim you all over again on my bed. ”

My words rip from my lips, so raw, unfiltered. She senses it too. I see the awareness creep into her vision. Shit, I’ve said too much, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting even an inch of doubt seep into her mind.

Not now.

You’re not getting away from me this time.

Crashing my lips to hers in a blistering kiss, I pull back, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Do you need me, little one?”

Her gaze clouds with desire once more, as she lifts her hips off the counter, silently begging for more.

“Yes, Daddy. I need you. Please .”

With that one word, I come undone. My hand tugs at the little scrap of lace she’s wearing, and I rip it off. She gasps as I bring her panties to my nose, our eyes locked the whole time.

“Daddy can’t wait to devour this pussy. It smells so sweet.”

Her whimper of need spurs me into action as I shove the panties in my pocket and get to work on my girl.

I pull her to the edge of the counter, kissing my way up her legs while I lift them over my shoulders—unable to resist savoring the temptation of her body—before I settle myself at the apex of her trembling thighs.

“Baby girl, you’re dripping for me.”

A guttural groan rips from my chest the second my tongue drags up her slit and her flavor explodes on my tongue. Her whimpers turn to gasps while she sinks her hands into my hair, locking me to her core.

Gripping her hips tight, I plunge my tongue in and out of her before toying with her clit and circling back while she grinds herself on my face.

She’s so wet and ready for me that I slide two fingers inside her easily. Her tight pussy is clenching so hard on them that my cock surges dangerously.

I’m desperate to lose myself deep inside her and never find my way out.

Her grip on my hair tightens as she sighs my name on a breathy moan, so uniquely hers. She knows exactly who’s making her feel this way.

The only one who’ll ever be able to make her feel this way.

Because she is mine.

I need to hear these sounds forever.

My fingers piston into her while my thumb circles her clit. I wrap my free hand round the back of her neck tugging her to me, my blood burning with the desperate desire to kiss her again. Our tongues tangle in a wild dance, and I lose myself to her sweet taste.

Her inner muscles tighten telling me she’s close. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill her with my cock.

Leaning forward, I suck on her nipple, biting down and rolling it between my teeth while I grin and wink at her. That makes her detonate, and she explodes screaming my name, her nails raking down my chest, leaving her own wildcat marks on me.

I slide my fingers out of her, sucking them clean as I stare into her unfocused eyes before I bend to kiss her sensitive, still pulsing pussy.

“Daddy’s going to take such good care of you,” I whisper to it, but she’s so drunk on her orgasm I don’t think it registers.

Lifting her off the counter, I kiss her again before bending her over it in front of me, giving me a heavenly view of her round backside.

If I don’t get inside her now, I’m gonna lose my mind. Dropping my jeans, I palm my achingly hard dick, brushing the bead of precum around its head with my thumb before I plunge it deep inside her.

She’s perfect.

“ Yes, ” she screams, her hands struggling to find purchase on the slippery counter.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I drag her toward me, using my other hand to play with her clit again.

“I need you to come again on Daddy’s cock, baby girl. I want to feel my pretty pussy strangling it. Can you do that for me?”

She nods frantically, her long pink waves tugging in my hands.

I’m not going to last.

The sounds and cries she’s making as she chants my name over and over make me feel like a god, but wrapped around me, I surrender, leaving me with no doubt she’s my goddess.

A pained groan escapes from me at this sweet torture. She owns every fiber of my being.

She’s my heaven and hell all wrapped up in a pretty pink bow.

Slipping my tongue out so I can taste her on my lips, my movements become erratic. My balls tighten, desperately needing to blow into my girl.

But not before I make her come again on my cock.

I double down on her clit, two fingers tightening around it as I stroke hard— just the way I know she likes—while sucking on the area of her neck I can already see reddening from my mark.

“Mine,” I whisper, without meaning to before sinking my teeth into her.

I’m so gone for this woman, I need to hear her say something. Something to show me that maybe I’m not alone in this. Tightening my grip on her hair, I turn her head so I can see her striking eyes and her beautiful, flushed cheeks .

Her eyes lock onto mine, electricity surging through me, and neither one of us looks away.

“Who does this pussy belong to, Haven?”

Her eyes flare wide, and her tongue peeks out to run along her bottom lip before she moans out, “It’s yours, Axel.”

My heart trips over her words, pride surging through me at hearing them.

“That’s right, Sprinks, and I take care of what’s mine.”

I press my lips to hers and mumble, “I’m yours, Haven. Only yours.”

Her eyes open at my words, her gaze laser focused on mine. Every hair on my body stands on edge, the air around us feeling thick. She climaxes again, her mouth falling open with a scream, and I let go, spilling inside as I kiss her, pouring every ounce of love into it.