Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series

My body is covered with shivers. The look in Axel’s eyes and the tone he’s using. He’s acting like he’s desperate for this. For me.

Kicking off my shoes I hurry down the hall.

“Couch,” Axel snaps out the command just before I turn into my bedroom.

I don’t bother questioning him, I just shed my hoodie onto the coffee table and stop before the couch.

Axel’s heavy footsteps are slowly catching up, so I take the half second of privacy to yank off my stretchy shorts and panties.

I can hear him behind me, but I don’t turn as I unclasp my bra through the soft material of my dress and pull the straps down my arms, then pull the whole thing off through the neckline.

“Nice trick,” Axel’s breath caresses my bare neck. “I’ll have to remember that.”

His body presses against mine and even though we’re both almost fully dressed, I can feel him everywhere.

“I want to kiss you,” my confession comes out as a whisper.

“I want to kiss you, too,” Axel replies, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me back against him. Not a millimeter of space left between us. “And I promise we’ll go nice and slow next time. But this time,” he inhales against my skin, “I can’t wait.”

“I can’t wait either.” Twisting in his grip, I turn to face him.

Axel looks down at me with a wicked grin. “That’s my girl.” Then his lips crash down on mine.

Our tongues lash out at one another’s.

Our teeth scrape.

Our inhales and exhales become a blur of heated air.

Every kiss we share seems to unlock a new level of madness for me. And I revel in it.

My hands start at Axel’s chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. But I want more.

Dragging my fingertips down his stomach, I hook them under the hem of his shirt and press my palms against his warm skin. And at the same time, his hands pull up the back of my dress, so his big hands can grip my now bare ass.

I instantly melt into him.

Axel is so big. So damn big and thick and exactly what I’ve always pictured when I’ve thought of my perfect man.

He’s a protector and a fighter. But also a giver.

Our heads tilt to deepen the kiss and Axel reaches lower between my legs, from behind, his fingertips pressing into the dampness between my thighs.

A groan leaves me even as I push up on my tiptoes and arch my back, trying to give him more access.

Taking the opportunity, Axel’s fingers delve in deeper and I can feel the vibrations of his approval in his chest.

His fingers slide in and out of me, making my legs tremble.

His other hand slides up from my hip until he’s holding my head in place, not letting me break the kiss.

I’m moaning against his mouth when his fingers, slippery with my slickness, slide out. Only he doesn’t pull them away from my body. He drags the wet digits up, between my cheeks.

I jolt at the touch, but he doesn’t let me go.

“Shh, Baby.” His fingertip rubs a tight circle against my back entrance. “I’m not gonna try to stuff my dick in here.” Axel’s lips brush mine with each word. “But one of these days, when I’m buried deep inside your pussy,” he applies a bit more pressure, “I’ll fingerfuck this little asshole.” My entire body clenches at the thought. “And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

I believe him.

God help me, I believe him.

With a final harsh kiss to my lips, Axel releases me.

“Holy shit,” I pant, reaching for his arm to keep myself steady.

“Sit on the couch, Baby.”

Axel helps me as I stumble backwards, dropping onto the soft cushion.

He steps up in front of me, tearing his shirt off.

My eyes eat up the sight even as his hands move to his jeans. Only he doesn’t take them off, he just undoes the button and fly, leaving the material open. He reaches into his boxers, and adjusts his dick until the head of it is sticking out the top of his waistband.

My mouth waters. And as he steps closer, I quickly lean forward and lick at the bead of precum.

Strong hands grip my shoulders.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“I want to,” I whine, leaning into his grip.

One hand moves up into my hair, holding my head still. “Not this time.”

Roughly, his other hand tugs the straps of my dress down my shoulders and I help to free my arms.

Axel takes a small step back before sinking to his knees in front of me.

His chest is rising and falling just as fast as mine is.

Slowly, he reaches out and hooks one finger into the neckline of my dress, pulling down until both my breasts pop free of the material.

“A fucking vision,” Axel growls, then he grips my knees, and gives me a hard tug until my ass is half hanging off the edge of the couch and I fall back against the cushions.

Axel licks his lips, his eyes locked on my lap. “Show me.”

His hands are still gripping my knees, so with fingers trembling from need, I reach down and start to pull up the skirt of my dress.

He’s seen me before. Seen all of this before. But this is still new.

It’s been… years. Years and years since I’ve been with anybody. And even longer since anyone has attempted to kiss me there.

But I trust Axel. I trust him with my body. And with so much more.

So with a braveness I rarely feel, I pull my dress up the rest of the way, exposing myself to him.

Axel’s eyes are glued to the spot between my thighs. Staring. And with zero warning, he bends down and seals his lips over my aching core.