Page 150 of Sweet Hate
Palming her soft tummy, I imagine it swollen with my baby, and my dick twitches inside her, making her moan again as another jet of cum shoots out. I know she’s on the pill, so it’s not going to matter how big a load I just blew into her, but damn, I’m so gone for this woman.
Sinking to the floor while still inside her, I lean against the counter, and gather her close. Our combined juices are leaking out all over my jeans, but I don’t give a fuck.
She’s leaning on my chest, her eyes closed with the mostserene smile on her lips, and the sight sends another stab to my heart.
I need to see these secret smiles every day for the rest of my life. I don’t think I’ll survive without them.
“Axel, that was incredible,” she mumbles into my chest with her eyes still closed. Her pussy clenches around my dick as her smile widens. My dirty girl likes me keeping her full.
“Stay with me tonight, Sprinks. Please, stay.”
Shit, that just slipped out.
My whole body tenses as I wait for her response, praying like hell I haven’t just fucked up the most perfect sex I’ve ever had. She must have heard me because I didn’t exactly whisper, but she doesn’t react. My heart is thundering in my ears, and beads of sweat trickle down my neck. Her eyes are still closed on my chest. Has she fallen asleep?
Well damn, if I dicked her so hard, she passed out right at this very moment I’m not sure if I want to high five myself or kick my own ass.
“I’ll stay.”
Her response is so quiet I barely hear it over the pounding of my heart. I’m not entirely sure I didn’t imagine it. But then those eyes open and meet mine, and she presses a soft kiss above my thundering heart, and I know I heard it right.
My breath stalls.
My heart, pounding so violently a second ago, stops.
Everything just fucking stops.
The eyes I love so much, hold mine for a second more, a dreamy smile spreading on her face.
She’s finally gonna stay.
Here.
With me.
“Take me upstairs, Axel.”
After all these years apart, I’ll fall asleep with her wrapped in my arms where she belongs.
But what if she leaves again?
What if you only get this one night of heaven?
Icy shards stab my heart, fear coiling and squeezing around me like a python claiming its prey.
If we do this, there’s no coming back for me.
None.
I’ll be done.
Finito.
Balls well and truly dropped in the blender—although, Beckett would say they already were.
But this is different.
She’s only spent a few short hours in my apartment so far, and I already see her everywhere.
