Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series

I listen as Axel finds the house keys in my purse and unlocks the door.

I expect him to set me down when he walks into the house, but he doesn’t. He keeps striding forward, not stopping until he’s turned into my room. Then, in one swift motion, he shifts, dropping me back onto my bed.

My breath whooshes out of me as I bounce once.

My automatic reaction is to sit up, but Axel presses a palm to my chest to push me back down.

“Lift.”

I open my mouth to ask lift what? but then I feel his hands on the button on my jeans.

My already ragged breathing picks up and I lift my hips as Axel pulls my zipper down. But he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, dragging my jeans down my legs, taking my panties with them.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I shouldn’t be blindly complying with him.

But my body won’t let me defy him.

It wants this.

It wants him.

“Up the bed.”

I shimmy back as he reaches behind his head, gripping the back of his t-shirt and pulling it off.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. At all his skin on display.

“Spread your legs.”

With Axel standing next to the bed, staring, my knees fall open.

He lets out a groan as he shoves his coveralls further down his hips, stopping when his thick cock bobs free.

I watch as his big hand grips the length, squeezing tight at the base.

“I should make you wait.” He strokes up. “I should make you watch me jerk off.” He strokes down. “I should cover you with my cum, so you finally get it.” He steps closer. “To make you finally fucking get it.”

Axel climbs onto the bed, closing the distance between us and kneeling between my open thighs.

“Finally get what?” I ask, my eyes locked on the cock inches away from my entrance.

Axel leans down, bracing his weight on one hand, the other gently closing around my throat.

His hand slides higher, until his knuckles push my chin up, making our gazes lock.

“That you’re mine.” His grip tightens then loosens. “That I’m never letting you go.”

“But-”

He shakes his head. “No buts, Baby. My shitty aunt never should’ve said those things to you.” His fingers flex. “But you should’ve told me.”

I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes. “But I heard you.”

His hips drop, the sudden pressure of his cock against my clit making me moan.

“You heard me chewing her out.” The hand on my throat tightens again. “And if you’d stayed, or said something, you would’ve known that.” His hand loosens, sliding around the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair and arching my neck. “But that’s on me, too. Because clearly you don’t trust me yet. And that’s my fault.”

“I trust you,” I whisper, the first tears falling free.

I believe him.

And I should’ve known.

I should’ve said something.

If only I’d said something.

My decisions put us both through so much hurt.

So much heartache.

Axel leans in further, pressing his forehead to mine. “You don’t trust me enough. If you did, you’d know that I’d never say a bad word about you.” He shifts, putting his lips near my ears. “And that’s my fault for not telling you.”

My hands clutch at his bare sides. “Tell me what?”

My throat is tight. Emotion filling my veins.

And then he says it. “I should’ve told you how much I love you.”

Something inside of me splits.

Straight down the middle, my soul is cut into two. Separating the me from before, and the me from now. The me that I can be with Axel at my side.

And I feel like I can finally breathe.

Love.

Someone loves me.

Axel loves me.

For the first time in a dozen long years, I can finally breathe.

“I should’ve made it crystal fucking clear that you’re it for me,” Axel’s voice is thick. “You’re all there’s ever gonna be.”

His hips rock, and pleasure shutters through my core.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and I inhale a hiccupping breath.

His lips press against the salty trail, “From here on out, you tell me everything.”  His mouth moves to the other side, kissing those tears away, too. “Everything.”

Happiness and lust swirl in my belly for the best kind of high.

I let go of his sides and slip my hands up between us. Placing my palms on his cheeks.

He leans back enough for me to look into his eyes.

“Everything?” I whisper.

His nod is slow as his hips pull back, until the tip of his dick is pressing at my opening. “Everything,” he repeats.

I take a deep breath, and, holding his gaze, I tell him the biggest everything that I have. “I love you, too.”

Every inch of him stills as he stares back at me.

I gather my courage, the bravery that Axel’s gifted me with every one of his words, and I say it again. Louder. “I love you.”

He doesn’t look away as his hips start to push forward. The head of his cock spreading me open.

I groan at the intrusion and Axel keeps pushing forward, slowly.

“Say it again,” he growls.

I don’t hesitate. “I love you.”

The sound of his breathing, the way it shakes in his chest, smooths out the last ragged edges of my heart.

His eyes stay on mine as he slowly pushes deeper. Deeper. Until he’s buried to the hilt. And I know he feels this moment as much as I do.

My pussy spasms around him and he holds there. Pressing his hips firmly into me before dragging his cock almost all the way out.

“Tell me you’re sorry.” He shoves inside me again, holding another heartbeat. “Tell me you’re sorry for leaving.”

This slow pace is killing me. My body is ready to explode. The feelings of joy, and love, and acceptance sending me straight to the edge.

“S-sorry.”

He pulls out, and I feel the drag of every thick inch.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry for leaving.”

He slams into me and I cry out.

“Again,” he demands on another punishing thrust.

“I’m so sorry.” My tears are back, freely falling from my eyes. But these are tears of relief, and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him close. “I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”

He thrusts into me again and I’m right there. Nearly there.

The overwhelming sensations crashing against each other.