Page 152 of Sweet Hate
But my bed—our bed—isn’t tainted with any of that. It’ll only ever be her in there with me.
In my heart.
In my dreams.
Now, in my reality.
Taking the final step, I cross the threshold into my apartment. With my girl curled in my arms, I’ve never been more sure of anything.
I’m ready.
I’ll give her everything and anything she wants.
Everything I have.
And hope it’s enough to make her stay.
Planting a soft kiss on her head,I flip the lock. With the sound, the missing piece finally clicks into place.
“Welcome home, Sprinks.”
51
AXEL
We’re curled up on my bed for the very first time. Her pink hair and creamy skin splayed out over my black sheets is a view I’ll never tire of. She looks perfect here.
Drawing her close to me, I nuzzle her neck and inhale her deeply. Her beautiful face smiles widely while she drags her nails up and down my arms.
Spooning her stabby blanket is nothing compared to the real thing.
I’m so damn grateful I’ll get to hold her all night. As far as Valentine's Day goes, I don’t think I’ll ever top this one.
I want her to know what this means to me. I want her to get it.
“You’re the only woman who’s ever been here, Haven.”
She turns to lie on top of me, a quizzical expression on her face.
Well, shit. I thought I could have this conversation without looking her in the eye. Now, not only will I see every expression play out on her face, but her soft plump breastscradling my rapidly hardening dick, are making it a hell of a lot more difficult to think.
An emotion I can’t place flits across her face.
“What do you mean, Axel? How can I be the only one? You were hardly a monk.”
I hate that she thinks that about me, and I really fucking hate that it’s my fault she does.
If I’d known there was even half a chance of her returning, I would have waited for her. There is zero doubt in my mind.
I can’t do this with her down there. My brain can’t string words together to convey my feelings with my dick winning the blood Monopoly right now and I don’t want this to be about sex.
It’s so much more than that.
I slide her up my body and roll us on our sides, curling my arms around her waist and tugging her close so she can see for herself how serious I am.
“Sprinks, you’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked more than once. I swear on my life.”
Her eyes widen in shock. She's literally looking at me like I’ve grown two heads.
