Page 122 of Toxic Kiss

I’m not stopping. Not when Haven looks at me like that, and she’s already halfway to her orgasm. And certainly not when I’ve spent years trying to forget what it feels like to have her like this, and failing every single time.

She sucks in a deep breath when I release her neck, but that relief is short-lived. I grab a large apple from the bowl on the counter and hold it to her lips.

Haven’s eyes fill with confusion.

“Open your mouth and bite down.”

“But…”

“Do it,” I order, roughly.

Haven bites her lip and then opens wide. I shove nearly half of the apple into her mouth before she locks her teeth around it. Almost immediately, juice flows down the side of her face and onto her chin before dripping to her chest. I watch the line travel lower and lower.

My tongue meets her skin, and I lick the sweet fruit juice off of her. Sucking one nipple into my mouth, Haven moans, and the liquid runs faster. Switching nipples, I give the other the same treatment. My gaze finds hers, and there is nothing there but need that matches my own.

My hands move to her hips, and I pull her off the counter. Her body slides against mine until her feet hit the floor, along with the remnants of the torn shirt. There’s no grace in it, nothing slow or careful, just urgency and something rougher that’s been building for too damn long.

She doesn’t stop me, and that’s all the permission I need.

I grab Haven’s wrists and spin her around before bending her over. My fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, and I drag them down. My jaw tightens as I take in the way Haven answers my touch without hesitation.

“Fuck.”

My mind shatters as I stroke my hand along her spine and kneel. I grab her ass and spread her cheeks. Haven’s pussy is soaking wet. My grip is firm. I’m afraid she may bolt now that I’ve finally got her where I want her.

All I can see, hear, and smell is Haven as I taste her for the first time. The apple flavor is still in my mouth, adding to her sweetness as I lick like a man possessed.

My cock presses against my sweatpants, and I can feel the wet spot forming from my own excitement. Haven moans and rises on her toes, giving me better access. Her pussy twitches, and I know she is close. I pull away, edging her further, making her as desperate as I am. She glares over her shoulder at me when I stand up.

Giving my girl what she wants, I push my sweatpants down and release my cock. Her eyes go wide as she takes it all in.

I play with my piercing, and more saliva drips from her mouth. Haven is drooling just for my cock, and I fucking love it.

“Like the addition,” I ask, flipping the ring back and forth.

Haven nods, her green eyes slowly rising to my face. I step behind her and run my hands over her perfect apple ass.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this ass. Now be a good girl, Butterfly, and take my cock.”

She moans as I rub the head against her opening, teasing her. She still hasn’t come, and it feels fucking euphoric knowing that she won’t until she’s impaled on my dick.

“Don’t move.”

My voice is rough as I lift her leg and put her heel on the counter. Good thing it’s not cluttered. It’s not the most comfortable position for her as she folds in half, adjusting to the spread, but it’s erotic as fuck. Her tits sway, nipples barely grazing the granite. She’s open to me in a way that nearly has me coming on the spot.

One hand tightens on her hip, while I use the other as a guide. I’m barely in when my head falls back, and I stare up at the ceiling. Haven is my heaven. She cries out as I push deeper, but the apple muffles the sound. So fucking sweet.

Her walls grip me tighter, and I pull her hips against me hard. The contact is enough to drag a low, wrecked sound from my chest.

“Fuck you feel incredible,” I groan, pulling out and thrusting back in.

Everything after blurs. Not in a way that fades but becomes hyper-focused, and the world slips away. It’s just us, and we can be anywhere. Every second is too intense, too consuming, as if I’m burning through something I’ve kept buried for years.

Haven moans as I pick up the pace, and the wet sound of my cock pounding into her fills the air. I grip her hips tighter as I fight back the urge to come too soon. Fuck…it’s difficult being inside her with dark lust riding me.

“That’s it, take it, Butterfly.”

Haven’s knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the counter. A whimper escapes her mouth, and it shoots through my body. Grabbing her hair, I wrap it around my hand and pull back hard enough that her body bows. I stare at the butterfly tattoo that I haven’t seen until now. It’s beautiful, just like her.